Legacy of the Bat
Authors note: Hey guys and girls, I'd like to note that this fanfiction short story is merely for experimental uses. I'm seeing which character can excel at so I can use that character for my next Batman fanfiction story, I will use a collection of known character and others I have created.
Declaimer: I do not own any of the Batman characters I am merely using them for fanfiction services.
Last great Knight
I watch over the scenario, from beginning to end I Jim Gordon have carefully analysed every moment of this extraordinary night.
Joker had captured two civilians, one a motorcycle criminal the other a Police Lieutenant, god knows what he did to them down in his torture rooms but the man publicly announced their capture over the internet. A dangerous move resulting in the Batman taking charge of the situation.
I spoke to the Bat earlier I remember clearly our conversation little did I know it would be our last.
"He's got them both locked up in there!" I shouted to him as we both stood on building top looking over the factory where Joker was holed up.
"He's in there somewhere, I'll save them both first and lead them to the roof for you to pick them up, Joker is mine." The Batman replied in his stern manner.
"Every time he just escapes from Arkham and Blackgate, you got to do something about him!" I barked in his ear, however he seemed not to hear me.
"Your getting old Jim, ever thought of retirement?" He muttered to me, and then he leapt from the building, flung out his cloak like so they looked almost like bat wings and then he glided down to the factory, ready to face the joker.
It only took the man half an hour to recapture the two hostages and bring them to the surface, he handed them to me and he returned to the factory, there on rooftop the two men battled, Batman and the Joker, good versus evil, justice over crime and only one of them could walk away the champion.
Goosebumps began to crawl up my spine as I watched the fight, sweat picked at my forehead and my nerves shook through my whole body.
I watched the Batman send punch after punch perfectly timed as Joker side stepped and dodged all the times explosions going off from Jokers timed bombs, causing the Bat to be dismayed however he still kept strong, that is until Joker pulled out a knife.
Joker stabbed the bat over and over, he swipped and slashed the blade across the Bat's chest, arms and all over the body.
I remember the Jokers laugh, his maniacal screams of humour and then I saw the Bat make his last move, he stretched out and grasped the Joker by the neck and held him aloft.
The Joker plunged his knife deep in the Batman's chest, it seemed Batman was losing this struggle but then Batman slammed Joker to the floor by the neck and then he raised his Batarang.
The Bat said something to the Joker, some famous last words I guessed i wished I could have known what he said. Then the Bat threw his Batarang into the wind, I watched the Batarang fly round the building, something happened then the Batarang had small blue circle that seemed to be it's natural power charge then it turned red.
The Batarang struck at several electric wires and they fell down on the factory rooftop circulating the duo.
"What's he doing?" One of the Police Lieutenants asks me, I shake my head and tell the boy to be quiet.
The Batarang then struck at a water storage unit on the factory roof, then charge or the Batarang turned to a very bright red light ad then exploded. The water came like a wave crashing down on the two fighters and struck with the water.
When the water hit the two fighters the static electricity contacted with the battle send static shocks through the two fighters, Jokers laugh could still be heard as the electricity shook through him until finally the laugh died down in the wind.
I watched the Bat stand up slowly and very shakily, the blood ran down his uniform faster than the water and he left behind him a trail of blood.
I watched him walk towards the very edge of the rooftop and fall to his knees, he held his arms out and collapsed.
A gasp of silence struck through the whole city, the Bat had fallen, I glanced at the Police men around me, their jaws had dropped and one of them even had a tear in her eye, I myself was struck hard and I even lost my balance for a moment.
"Get Medical attention now!" I scream and the cops almost seemed to come back to life and like ants began circulating around me doing their jobs. I just stood there and watched the Bat.
Suddenly another figure appeared on the rooftop next to the Batman, he was tall and had loose black hair and a blue eagle shaped on his chest. Nightwing.
I watched the young man help his master to his feet and he launched away his grappling hook and the two men vanished into the night.
Now I still stand here on this very rooftop, the explosions had died down and all the water carrying Batman's blood had died away into the drains.
I have a jon to do myself, I have to interrogate the two hostages Johnny Raven and Lieutenant William Conroy, but yet I feel something holding me back, some supernatural force that compels me to stand guard on this very rooftop.
I remember all the years I spent watching over the Batman fight crime, before it never bothered me but now I realise that the Bat averted crime more than myself. Me a Commissioner of the Police force paying respects to a vigilante, yes the Batman did great wonders for this city without even being asked, I sit at a Office every day and listen to my Radio waiting for the next robbery, murder or escape
I glance at my watch, 02:13 and my shift finished several hours ago an yet I still feel confined to this rooftop, I have a wife at home and a son leaving for College, maybe it is time I look towards the future now.
Maybe it is time I left the force, the batman has finished his job maybe it is time I think about retirement and reside with my family. God knows my son doesn't see me enough, I hope he understand everything time I stood vigil on rooftop or listened intently to my radio was for him. To protect him the same way Batman protected the city, I do wonder if that makes me selfish in some manner.
"Captain!" I bark into the night. Captain Ellen Yindel the cities favourite after I retire steps up to my shoulder.
"Yes sir?" She asks in her militaristic fashion.
"I'm going home, I shall interview the hostages in the morning."
"I can do that sir…"
"No, it shall be my last act of duty Captain, you can inform the Mayor if you wish of my leaving notice."
The cops around yet again fall quiet, I nod my head and slowly walk away leaving Yindel confused and shocked amongst others who shared her expression.
It's been a good fifty years on the force, in that time I met the most greatest man I ever had the pleasure of knowing. May the Batman's legacy live on, I hope others share my view, I knew the man well and we shared the compassion for justice only he acted more valiantly, I can only respect him for that however I wish I could have excelled the same manner as he.