*Narrator*
It's always been one of those unbelievable things. Most people couldn't or didn't want to take it seriously. You're all probably wondering what I am talking about. I am talking about return of Batman. Most people thought it was a joke, you know the legendary dark hero coming back from the dead. I know from personal experience that Commissioner Gordon wasn't to please with his reappearance, however I think the reappearance of Batgirl was a little more shocking, because well that use to be her name. I think I should take it from the beginning.
**Flash Back**
It seemed like the world had returned back to the ages where the world was more or less run by gangs. That was how it always had been, well as far as I knew, that is how it had been. I had heard about a hero named Batman who had saved the Gothem so many times from the big bad. But to us that was old news, and as time went on and gang wars broke out more and more he became more of a myth.
I can not really say that I was much of a help with getting rid of the gang wars, because well, I probably caused most of them. I was known as Trigger, the gun happy gang leader of the largest Joker gang in Gothem, and I was only fifteen at the time. Don't get me wrong, I never killed a single person, I don't even think I ever shot any one either. The gun was more or less a cover, and an intimidation tool. I'll let you in on a little secret. It worked.
The Jokers got their name from Batman's most evil enemy, The Joker. He too was more of a myth than anything now, but the name sounded cool, and there you got a gang name. Our worse enemy was the Ts. I am not quite sure how they got their name. But out of all the gangs within Gothem, besides the Jokers, the Ts knew how to cause destruction. That was how the whole return of Batman came around.
The night was like most others, as you have heard other stories go, my gang of Jokers and our enemy the Ts were at it again. The T's had sabotaged our hang out, destroyed some of our artillery, and stole some loot which had taken us about a week to collect. My older brother Jordan and I had, had one hell of a day dealing with school problems, and then coming home and dealing with our mother once again at our throats because we were failing out of school. All I wanted was to kick so ass and the Ts became my target.
"Trigger what the hell are we going to do?" Ryan asked me as I walked in through the basement door.
"What do you think we are going to do Rino? We are going to attack. I have had enough shit with the Ts. Tonight it ends." Everyone around me cheered on the idea, as I pushed past them into that which I had claim as my office. I however was not in much of a cheering mood; there was just something about that night that didn't make me feel comfortable. However, being a leader, you couldn't show your fear, and you couldn't back down. The only way to have people respect and listen to you was to some times go against your better judgment, or so I thought. Let my tell you, even if that is not what people want to hear, always go with your better judgment, it could save your life.
It took me a while to get dressed; in the back of my mind I think I was trying to prolong time of retaliation. I had only put on my purple, mini, pleaded skirt and my short, white button up shirt, and a purple tie, before Jordan had knocked on the door. He and I were close, and he could always tell when something wasn't sitting right with me.
"Trigger, can I come in?"
"Yeah sure," I replied trying to cover up my doubts. He saw right through it.
"You don't have to go through with this. I mean there are other things we could be doing right now. I got an order from the higher ups asking us if we could take care of some scum." Jordan walked in and closed the door. I watched as he walked towards me. In that moment I wondered why a teeny bopper like I was chosen as the leader of the largest Joker gang over Jordan, who held the leadership qualities that, was needed. The only possible reason I could come up with was the fact that I had been 'dating' the original leader before he was taken off to jail. He said I held something special, and I could take this gang to a different height. He was right for the most part, but I could have never done it with out the help of Jordan.
"And what scum do they want us to take care of?"
"Some guy named Greg Maginus."
"Maginus, why do I know that name?"
"I think he is the father of that kid, Terry Maginus."
"Terry? You mean that kid that went to Juvie hall when he was fourteen."
"That's the one."
"Why do they want his dad to be popped?" I asked curiously as I stepped forward.
"Don't know, but I think it sounds better than going after a couple of ass hole Ts don't you?"
The letter just had a name, which meant kill. That was normal from the higher ups, and usually they didn't want to be asked questions, they just wanted the job done. However, my mind wouldn't let me ever take a job in which some one had to be killed. I was against that little something called death.
"Sorry Jordan, you and I both know they want him dead. Interrogation, fine, but killing, that is against my honor system."
"I know, but I was trying to get you mind off going against the Ts."
"It isn't going to work." I stepped back towards my desk which held the last bit of make up I had to color my face in the style of a Joker. "This needs to be done, as much as I disagree with it."
Jordan laid a hand on my shoulder; he probably meant it to be for support, but it added to the burden of running this gang. It meant that there was more riding on this then just a fight, people, people that looked up to me, could be hurt, or worse, if the circumstance arose, death. "Not every thing needs to end in fighting. We can just play around with them till lose their nerve, you know, just like we always do."
"That's exactly it, we always do that, and it does nothing to tell them to leave us alone. Its time they know who they are messing with."
"Tyler." he said softly, trying to break through my hard shell that had grown over the years. "Please."
My office door opened, and it was perfect timing too. I grabbed my fishnet stockings and slid them on as Ryan walked in. Rino was always one to get dressed up. His face was now covered in white face paint, and his eyes, which had always been a bright blue, were now emphasized with bright blue eye liner. His lips had been over done with red paint, and his blond hair was now blue. Rino wore his normal outfit, a white beater with a red neck tie, and blue pants. As you could tell, his favorite color was blue.
"Trig, we are all ready. This night is going to do down in history."
I nodded and slipped on my black, leather, knee high, buckle up boots. "Yeah, it'll be a day to remember." I took one more glance a Jordan. "Ready Scorpio?"
He just gave his unenthused nod and followed me out into the crowd of Jokers. They were all dressed up in different outfits, with large red noses, overly emphasized lips, and bright colors. And this was just to show that the Jokers were on the move to attack.
Jordan stood out from all of them. He never liked make up, however neither did I, but he normally just wore green suit pants, with out a shirt, and green hair. He liked the color green. He always made sure it was that color, even at school. Jordan was never one for hiding his connections with the Jokers, at some points I think he enjoyed the fear it brought to people, as we walked down the hall of that place called school.
I pushed forward towards the middle of the room. Jordan and Ryan followed close behind, in rank. I stood on a small platform that raised me above the rest of the crowd. The room went from barely able to hear a word, to silent enough to hear a pin drop, excusing the phrase. Everyone kept their eyes on me. They watched me like I was a god, and they were just waiting for my command, ready to bow down my every word. It was power, but it was something I didn't want, even though I had it anyway.
"Tonight ladies and gentlemen we make ganger history. Tonight we finally get back our pride. Tonight we rise above all other gangs and show that we, folks, run the streets. We will prove that no matter how beaten down, or pride hurt we are; we will fight back, and prevail!"
The room once again grew with shouts and praises. The gangers raised their weapons in the air screamed my name. I hated it. I slowly glanced to Jordan at my right. His eyes were dark. He knew something was going to happen tonight, something we both would regret. But we both knew, as of now, nothing could be said to change their mind. Whether with a leader or not, they were going to attack the Ts, however, at least with a leader there would be some sort of control.
"Man your bikes. We ride!" I shouted without turning away from Jordan.
Thereafter the room quickly disintegrated of people. In the background the sound of crotch rocket engines stirred to life. Scorpio motioned for Rino to head out and keep control of the lower rankers, before he and I came out. Jordan watched closely as Rino gave look of disturbance before leaving.
"No turning back now."
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Look Ty, I know this is not my place, but I think this is a really stupid idea you've got going on."
"Jordan, you take Rino and a few lower ranks and go to Maginus's place. Scare him a bit, make him lay low so he doesn't get killed."
"And you think I am just going to lay back and let you go. This is the largest assault that anyone has ever done. You can't just leave me out of it." He said in his own defense, but my mind was made up.
"Yes I can. If you get thrown into jail it'll be on my shoulders. I can't have that. So guess what, you are not coming."
"What about Rino?"
"I don't want to deal with his authority complex about women. If things turn sore I don't need him urging people on to keep fighting, when the best decision is to run."
"Understandable."
I nodded and walked away grabbing a hold of my simple .9 mm. "Don't think about coming along Jordan. I don't need that burden as well." I knew that sounded harsh, but I loved him so much and the thought of losing my older brother because of my childish want of power and respect just made my body cringe. I walked out leaving him.
There was a small path that led to the font of the group. There stood a small green motor cycle started and ready to fly. Rino sat on his bike next to it smiling. I smirked. I knew he was going to dislike my decision and that was the only thing that brightened my day. "Rino, you are going with Jordan on a small side job. I don't want to hear another word."
I sat on my bike and kicked back the stand.
"You can't be serious."
"I said not another word."
"You may have been my brother's girl but that doesn't make you qualified to run the Jokers. That should have been my job."
"Whether you like it or not, I control this gang of Jokers. And I am telling you, your sorry ass is staying behind."
Jordan came up behind and stepped in front of Rino's bike. "She said you have another job to do. And that job doesn't involve a bike so turn it off and come with me. Bull, Dozer, you come with me as well." The twin brothers nodded and kicked off their bikes.
I like Bull and Dozer. They where a perfect team to run down people or go through them, thus their name Bulldozer. I agreed with Scorpio's choice of people and let him leave ahead of us.
Once they where around the corner the plan was set in motion, "We ride Jokers." The gang of jokers stormed down the ally way. Anyone on the streets ran into their homes or into stores to get away from the on coming war. I was pleased there wasn't going to be much in the way of causalities.
It didn't take long to get to the other side of town. It was actually quick, only because I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want this battle to commence. However the tires of my bike streaked as I came to stop just out side Ts hang out. Only one guard was out. They weren't expecting us to retaliate like this. That was a good thing.
The guard however grew with shock, and then fear. The T going cross his face began to wash away from the sweat. I cocked my gun and winked, then pulled the trigger planting a bullet maybe an inch away from his head. He screamed like a girl.
"Ask your boss if he can come out and play."
The T quickly collected himself and ran inside leaving the door wide open. I smiled with glee. "Open house boys!"
The Jokers revved their engines, it was play time. They let go of the brakes and flew into the building. Some pulled out their guns and shot some of the T's loot making it unable to pawn off. Others had brought torches and were now lighting the place on fire. The Ts had nothing they could do. Most of them were off trashing some other place, and would be home later. It was free reign.
Suddenly I heard a single bullet go off, and it wasn't a bullet meant to destroy goods, it was a shot meant to hurt. I drove into the building, and my bike slid to a stop.
"Who the hell pulled a trigger?" I screamed.
Everyone stopped, even the Ts. I glanced around and my eye grew with shock and fear. A T was on the ground lying in a pool of blood. His blood. I ran to his side. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. No one was meant to get hurt, even though the thought did cross my mind, it wasn't meant to happen.
Sirens roared down the ally way. The police where coming. "Everyone get the hell out of here! Get out of here!" I screamed. No one moved. Everyone was in shock. I look fiercely for the idiot that pulled out the gun. He was a newbie, short, stocky, low intelligence, and still holding the smoking gun.
"You ass hole! How many times have I said no aiming for kill!" I raced forward and pushed him up against the back wall. "You might have killed him!" I couldn't hold my anger any more, and I punched him as hard as I could. Even over the sirens the sound of his cheek bone breaking could be heard. I let him go and he fell to his knees, blood poured down his face.
Suddenly Jordan ran into the hanger. He took a quickly look around and he knew what happened. His was always good at knowing what happened without having been told. "Get the hell out of here, Commissioner and her guru are coming!"
Everyone began to shuffle around, finding a way to escape. I heard the Police's foot steps start to surround the place. But I didn't have the will to move. Gordon ran in armor on, gun in hand. "Your all arrested."
I dropped my gun to my feet and walked over to the bleeding T. "I know nothing I say will help, but I am sorry, no one was meant to get hurt. No one." I dropped to my knees as well and wept, realizing it had been a long time since I cried.
The police came into the room, and shoved me in handcuff. Jordan had already been taken away. Most of the others had escaped, only a few stragglers had been captured. I was thrown in the back of a cruiser, along with everyone else. In spite of this, unlike everyone else, my life was never going to be the same.
It's always been one of those unbelievable things. Most people couldn't or didn't want to take it seriously. You're all probably wondering what I am talking about. I am talking about return of Batman. Most people thought it was a joke, you know the legendary dark hero coming back from the dead. I know from personal experience that Commissioner Gordon wasn't to please with his reappearance, however I think the reappearance of Batgirl was a little more shocking, because well that use to be her name. I think I should take it from the beginning.
**Flash Back**
It seemed like the world had returned back to the ages where the world was more or less run by gangs. That was how it always had been, well as far as I knew, that is how it had been. I had heard about a hero named Batman who had saved the Gothem so many times from the big bad. But to us that was old news, and as time went on and gang wars broke out more and more he became more of a myth.
I can not really say that I was much of a help with getting rid of the gang wars, because well, I probably caused most of them. I was known as Trigger, the gun happy gang leader of the largest Joker gang in Gothem, and I was only fifteen at the time. Don't get me wrong, I never killed a single person, I don't even think I ever shot any one either. The gun was more or less a cover, and an intimidation tool. I'll let you in on a little secret. It worked.
The Jokers got their name from Batman's most evil enemy, The Joker. He too was more of a myth than anything now, but the name sounded cool, and there you got a gang name. Our worse enemy was the Ts. I am not quite sure how they got their name. But out of all the gangs within Gothem, besides the Jokers, the Ts knew how to cause destruction. That was how the whole return of Batman came around.
The night was like most others, as you have heard other stories go, my gang of Jokers and our enemy the Ts were at it again. The T's had sabotaged our hang out, destroyed some of our artillery, and stole some loot which had taken us about a week to collect. My older brother Jordan and I had, had one hell of a day dealing with school problems, and then coming home and dealing with our mother once again at our throats because we were failing out of school. All I wanted was to kick so ass and the Ts became my target.
"Trigger what the hell are we going to do?" Ryan asked me as I walked in through the basement door.
"What do you think we are going to do Rino? We are going to attack. I have had enough shit with the Ts. Tonight it ends." Everyone around me cheered on the idea, as I pushed past them into that which I had claim as my office. I however was not in much of a cheering mood; there was just something about that night that didn't make me feel comfortable. However, being a leader, you couldn't show your fear, and you couldn't back down. The only way to have people respect and listen to you was to some times go against your better judgment, or so I thought. Let my tell you, even if that is not what people want to hear, always go with your better judgment, it could save your life.
It took me a while to get dressed; in the back of my mind I think I was trying to prolong time of retaliation. I had only put on my purple, mini, pleaded skirt and my short, white button up shirt, and a purple tie, before Jordan had knocked on the door. He and I were close, and he could always tell when something wasn't sitting right with me.
"Trigger, can I come in?"
"Yeah sure," I replied trying to cover up my doubts. He saw right through it.
"You don't have to go through with this. I mean there are other things we could be doing right now. I got an order from the higher ups asking us if we could take care of some scum." Jordan walked in and closed the door. I watched as he walked towards me. In that moment I wondered why a teeny bopper like I was chosen as the leader of the largest Joker gang over Jordan, who held the leadership qualities that, was needed. The only possible reason I could come up with was the fact that I had been 'dating' the original leader before he was taken off to jail. He said I held something special, and I could take this gang to a different height. He was right for the most part, but I could have never done it with out the help of Jordan.
"And what scum do they want us to take care of?"
"Some guy named Greg Maginus."
"Maginus, why do I know that name?"
"I think he is the father of that kid, Terry Maginus."
"Terry? You mean that kid that went to Juvie hall when he was fourteen."
"That's the one."
"Why do they want his dad to be popped?" I asked curiously as I stepped forward.
"Don't know, but I think it sounds better than going after a couple of ass hole Ts don't you?"
The letter just had a name, which meant kill. That was normal from the higher ups, and usually they didn't want to be asked questions, they just wanted the job done. However, my mind wouldn't let me ever take a job in which some one had to be killed. I was against that little something called death.
"Sorry Jordan, you and I both know they want him dead. Interrogation, fine, but killing, that is against my honor system."
"I know, but I was trying to get you mind off going against the Ts."
"It isn't going to work." I stepped back towards my desk which held the last bit of make up I had to color my face in the style of a Joker. "This needs to be done, as much as I disagree with it."
Jordan laid a hand on my shoulder; he probably meant it to be for support, but it added to the burden of running this gang. It meant that there was more riding on this then just a fight, people, people that looked up to me, could be hurt, or worse, if the circumstance arose, death. "Not every thing needs to end in fighting. We can just play around with them till lose their nerve, you know, just like we always do."
"That's exactly it, we always do that, and it does nothing to tell them to leave us alone. Its time they know who they are messing with."
"Tyler." he said softly, trying to break through my hard shell that had grown over the years. "Please."
My office door opened, and it was perfect timing too. I grabbed my fishnet stockings and slid them on as Ryan walked in. Rino was always one to get dressed up. His face was now covered in white face paint, and his eyes, which had always been a bright blue, were now emphasized with bright blue eye liner. His lips had been over done with red paint, and his blond hair was now blue. Rino wore his normal outfit, a white beater with a red neck tie, and blue pants. As you could tell, his favorite color was blue.
"Trig, we are all ready. This night is going to do down in history."
I nodded and slipped on my black, leather, knee high, buckle up boots. "Yeah, it'll be a day to remember." I took one more glance a Jordan. "Ready Scorpio?"
He just gave his unenthused nod and followed me out into the crowd of Jokers. They were all dressed up in different outfits, with large red noses, overly emphasized lips, and bright colors. And this was just to show that the Jokers were on the move to attack.
Jordan stood out from all of them. He never liked make up, however neither did I, but he normally just wore green suit pants, with out a shirt, and green hair. He liked the color green. He always made sure it was that color, even at school. Jordan was never one for hiding his connections with the Jokers, at some points I think he enjoyed the fear it brought to people, as we walked down the hall of that place called school.
I pushed forward towards the middle of the room. Jordan and Ryan followed close behind, in rank. I stood on a small platform that raised me above the rest of the crowd. The room went from barely able to hear a word, to silent enough to hear a pin drop, excusing the phrase. Everyone kept their eyes on me. They watched me like I was a god, and they were just waiting for my command, ready to bow down my every word. It was power, but it was something I didn't want, even though I had it anyway.
"Tonight ladies and gentlemen we make ganger history. Tonight we finally get back our pride. Tonight we rise above all other gangs and show that we, folks, run the streets. We will prove that no matter how beaten down, or pride hurt we are; we will fight back, and prevail!"
The room once again grew with shouts and praises. The gangers raised their weapons in the air screamed my name. I hated it. I slowly glanced to Jordan at my right. His eyes were dark. He knew something was going to happen tonight, something we both would regret. But we both knew, as of now, nothing could be said to change their mind. Whether with a leader or not, they were going to attack the Ts, however, at least with a leader there would be some sort of control.
"Man your bikes. We ride!" I shouted without turning away from Jordan.
Thereafter the room quickly disintegrated of people. In the background the sound of crotch rocket engines stirred to life. Scorpio motioned for Rino to head out and keep control of the lower rankers, before he and I came out. Jordan watched closely as Rino gave look of disturbance before leaving.
"No turning back now."
"Wasn't planning on it."
"Look Ty, I know this is not my place, but I think this is a really stupid idea you've got going on."
"Jordan, you take Rino and a few lower ranks and go to Maginus's place. Scare him a bit, make him lay low so he doesn't get killed."
"And you think I am just going to lay back and let you go. This is the largest assault that anyone has ever done. You can't just leave me out of it." He said in his own defense, but my mind was made up.
"Yes I can. If you get thrown into jail it'll be on my shoulders. I can't have that. So guess what, you are not coming."
"What about Rino?"
"I don't want to deal with his authority complex about women. If things turn sore I don't need him urging people on to keep fighting, when the best decision is to run."
"Understandable."
I nodded and walked away grabbing a hold of my simple .9 mm. "Don't think about coming along Jordan. I don't need that burden as well." I knew that sounded harsh, but I loved him so much and the thought of losing my older brother because of my childish want of power and respect just made my body cringe. I walked out leaving him.
There was a small path that led to the font of the group. There stood a small green motor cycle started and ready to fly. Rino sat on his bike next to it smiling. I smirked. I knew he was going to dislike my decision and that was the only thing that brightened my day. "Rino, you are going with Jordan on a small side job. I don't want to hear another word."
I sat on my bike and kicked back the stand.
"You can't be serious."
"I said not another word."
"You may have been my brother's girl but that doesn't make you qualified to run the Jokers. That should have been my job."
"Whether you like it or not, I control this gang of Jokers. And I am telling you, your sorry ass is staying behind."
Jordan came up behind and stepped in front of Rino's bike. "She said you have another job to do. And that job doesn't involve a bike so turn it off and come with me. Bull, Dozer, you come with me as well." The twin brothers nodded and kicked off their bikes.
I like Bull and Dozer. They where a perfect team to run down people or go through them, thus their name Bulldozer. I agreed with Scorpio's choice of people and let him leave ahead of us.
Once they where around the corner the plan was set in motion, "We ride Jokers." The gang of jokers stormed down the ally way. Anyone on the streets ran into their homes or into stores to get away from the on coming war. I was pleased there wasn't going to be much in the way of causalities.
It didn't take long to get to the other side of town. It was actually quick, only because I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want this battle to commence. However the tires of my bike streaked as I came to stop just out side Ts hang out. Only one guard was out. They weren't expecting us to retaliate like this. That was a good thing.
The guard however grew with shock, and then fear. The T going cross his face began to wash away from the sweat. I cocked my gun and winked, then pulled the trigger planting a bullet maybe an inch away from his head. He screamed like a girl.
"Ask your boss if he can come out and play."
The T quickly collected himself and ran inside leaving the door wide open. I smiled with glee. "Open house boys!"
The Jokers revved their engines, it was play time. They let go of the brakes and flew into the building. Some pulled out their guns and shot some of the T's loot making it unable to pawn off. Others had brought torches and were now lighting the place on fire. The Ts had nothing they could do. Most of them were off trashing some other place, and would be home later. It was free reign.
Suddenly I heard a single bullet go off, and it wasn't a bullet meant to destroy goods, it was a shot meant to hurt. I drove into the building, and my bike slid to a stop.
"Who the hell pulled a trigger?" I screamed.
Everyone stopped, even the Ts. I glanced around and my eye grew with shock and fear. A T was on the ground lying in a pool of blood. His blood. I ran to his side. It wasn't supposed to happen like that. No one was meant to get hurt, even though the thought did cross my mind, it wasn't meant to happen.
Sirens roared down the ally way. The police where coming. "Everyone get the hell out of here! Get out of here!" I screamed. No one moved. Everyone was in shock. I look fiercely for the idiot that pulled out the gun. He was a newbie, short, stocky, low intelligence, and still holding the smoking gun.
"You ass hole! How many times have I said no aiming for kill!" I raced forward and pushed him up against the back wall. "You might have killed him!" I couldn't hold my anger any more, and I punched him as hard as I could. Even over the sirens the sound of his cheek bone breaking could be heard. I let him go and he fell to his knees, blood poured down his face.
Suddenly Jordan ran into the hanger. He took a quickly look around and he knew what happened. His was always good at knowing what happened without having been told. "Get the hell out of here, Commissioner and her guru are coming!"
Everyone began to shuffle around, finding a way to escape. I heard the Police's foot steps start to surround the place. But I didn't have the will to move. Gordon ran in armor on, gun in hand. "Your all arrested."
I dropped my gun to my feet and walked over to the bleeding T. "I know nothing I say will help, but I am sorry, no one was meant to get hurt. No one." I dropped to my knees as well and wept, realizing it had been a long time since I cried.
The police came into the room, and shoved me in handcuff. Jordan had already been taken away. Most of the others had escaped, only a few stragglers had been captured. I was thrown in the back of a cruiser, along with everyone else. In spite of this, unlike everyone else, my life was never going to be the same.