Hello I am felixdarkagain or just felixdark. I do not own any characters or settings and this story is pure fiction any similarities to real life events are completely coincidental.

With that out of the way let me introduce the readers what "VISION" stories are. VISION stories I made up in re-telling already existing stories in this case the DC universe. So I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave any comments of this story.

JANUARY 1, 2002 9:14 -5 GMT

A New Year, same city, same people, same criminals, and the same dead bodies. Been on the force for years and yet nothing here as change. "Detective..."

Well that isn't true, "Detective Gordon?"

"Uh? Sorry Detective Yin where you saying something, I got a little distracted." I asked the new transfer.

"Something on your mind sir?" asked the lady transfer.

"Not really, just being nostalgic."

"Really? I thought someone in your stature would be use to this by now."

"Then I should stop reminiscing and ask you if you have any evidence to our victims identity?"

The transfer shocked her head, I would say she would easily answered the question if our victim had her purse although I speculate it was stolen when our victim was shot. Honestly, the only reason why I'm even here because our suspect left a calling card, a paper with a bat symbol. Speaking of the devil, the transfer asked me, "So you think that he did it, sir?"

Examining the crime, our Jane Doe was shot in head during the morning hours of a Tuesday, New Years. She wore standard clothes, usually that would be never important however around here she being over dressed. I had too visually remember the kind of woman who live around here since the only people around the crime scene are the officers who blocked off the crime scene and the reporters who try to enter it. Jane Doe laied backside on the sidewalk with here face ran with blood on the lower parts of the lowest city of Gotham City. After examining the scene I replied to the transfer, "No detective, I don't think so."

"Why would you say that?"

"This is the first time in four months since he's been active and this is the first time there have been a single murder connecting to him."

"Is that the only you have to go on sir?"

"No, our suspect only has been targeting the high end mafias such as the Capones and yet we're looking at a no name Jane Doe with little if any mafia connections." I answered pulling a cigarette out of my jacket pocket.

"A copy cat then sir?" the transfer suggested.

"More like a scapegoat." I replied with me putting the cigarette in my mouth.

Lilting up the cigarette, she pointed here finger to the crowd of reporters and asked me, "Then are you going to explain this to the press?"

"Not my job."

"Then who's"

"The chiefs'. With that said want to head back to the office, we don't need to be here any longer."

She seems confused and rightfully so, "Are you sure sir?"

"All we can do now, is wait for fingerprint identification or someone comes out and identifies the victim otherwise we're no longer needed."

"What about witnesses?"

"No one is going to talk around here."

12:00 -5 GMT

"This is your Local Gotham News Station on Channel Six at noon, I'm Basil Karlo. We begin our news story today with the developing the case of the death of a Jane Doe found in the left side of Gotham City. Allegedly, the victim's death is connected towards the vigilantly who is the suspect of interest in the attacks of the number of unlawful gang organizations. Early today Chief Harvey Bullock of the Gotham Police Department had this statement in response to these developments."

"We have our best guys looking into this matter. No one is above the law and anyone thinks they are will be subjugated by this department."

"We will update this story when more information arrives. Now to our next story, the cat thief strikes again has another jewelry store is robbed in the string of jewelry related robberies."

12:12 PM -5 GMT
Gotham Police Department

"Gordon!" Chief Bullock screamed at me,"Why in hell isn't this guy arrested yet? He even killed an innocent woman."

The Chief as anger problem, I'm surprised at all he even made to chief with his temper. So in response to make sure I don't make him angry, I talk in logics, "Well Chief the victim, now identified as Tally Rocket, is a secretary for Micheal Wood of Mikeal's Girls, an adult club for men. Other victims known by our vigilante have connections or have been with the higher members of mafias and gangs. Our newest victim seems to have no if any connections with said mafia or gang. With that said I recommend the handing of this case towards another department."

"That doesn't answer why you haven't arrested this bastard yet!"

"Without any leads sir, we are still looking into identify are vigilante as we speak."

"I don't care for excuses just arrest that..." the phone rang on the Chief's desk, making him stop yelling; at least at me, "What the hell do you want!" he shouting in the phone, "Oh, sorry Commissioner Loeb...uh how can I help you?"

The Chief waved his hand at in the jester of leaving him alone now while he talked to Commissioner Gillian Loeb. Not sure what they talked about and honestly I do not want to get into their affairs, so I leave the Chief's office. Yet his office and the rest of the stations full of corruption. Actually I'm lying to myself, the new transfer for one is not part of the system, at least not at the moment and I hope she never becomes one.

13:30 –5 GMT

Lunch time, yet I never eat lunch here or anywhere for the matter. Betting Chief Bullock eats his lunch in his office, I'm guessing since I never seen him leaving his office and he's pretty big guy for someone who never eats vegetables. This thinking came to my head since my new partner seems to be the same way, don't eat and focus on their job; at times I wonder why the rest of our department doesn't do the same thing. Of course, I'm and idiot; she only arrived yesterday, so she has to catch up on about four months worth of investigation on my case in finding the vigilantly who attacked a number of mafias and gang affiliation during illegal transactions of drugs and weapons. Since his crime scenes in my department are connected to other departments such as narcotics, we had to arrest my suspect's victims, despite their injuries.

"Sir, can you I asked you something?" the transfer asked me.

"Go ahead detective."

"This department as inspected 568 suspects, questioned 48 potential suspects, followed up on 121 out of 1043 call ins."

"What are you getting at detective?" I decide to interrupt her so she can answer her question.

"We have made a grand total of 184 arrests related to our suspect and yet none of been involved with our guy directly in addition to that, Gotham's crime rate decreased over time since he shown up."

"Not to sound rude detective, but what was the question?"

"Why are we after this guy?"

I sat in silent before I answered, "It's our job."

18:00 PM –5 GMT

"This is your Local Gotham News Station on Channel Six at six, I'm Basil Karlo. With me today I have a special guest with us in the studio; Professor Hugo Strange, chief psychiatrist and head of Arkham Asylum. Thank you for being with us today."

"No, no; the pleasure is all mine Mister Karlo."

"Well then both me and our listeners would like to hear your opinion in why the increase of arrests and the decrease of crimes have occurred in Gotham City in past few months."

"Well, that easy to explain, it all correlates to our dark knight of our city. However to explain this, I must view this as child would Mister Karlos, imagine this city as body; a never sick, diseased body. Through out many of it's years it as been working it's everyday job doing it's regular old self, not paying attention to anything or anyone else. One day, this body is infected by our dark knight or our vigilante as many but not all call, now the cells and the antibodies of this body must now compensate the sudden change, something that either cell and antibodies never been accustomed too in years."

"So your saying Professor Strange that our vigilante is a virus?"

"No Mister Karlos, a virus is a creature that only effects the body in the short term of things since the antibodies would make deal with the virus making it ineffective. I rather call this a cancer."

22:24 PM -5 GMT

Home sweat home, I said to myself walking up to that old overhead porch connected to that house of mine, my wife Sarah, and my two kids, James and Barbara. Times like these It makes it worth while to risk my life on a ten hour police shift a day. I was about to open the door with my hand over the knob until I heard a voice,"Hello Gordon."

My hand quickly reach for the holster holding my pistol on my left side of my body until the voice spoke again, "Relax I'm not here to harm you. Your one of the only better men, perhaps the only one."

I'm not sure where the voice is coming from, taking a guess on the roof. Also his voice sounds weird has though this guy was attempting to hide his voice. Despite the odd voice, he didn't sound aggressive so I decide to ask him, "And who are you?"

"I'm the one bringing Gotham back to the hands of the people." he said to me.

I had an idea who he was but for know I'll play along, "You believe that your actions are going to do that?"

"Myself no, but my actions are going to inspire others."

"To commit crime?"

"No, to fight against it."

I call that being a mad man however I not arguing against that idea, the city as lost itself. "Now a question of my own." he said, "What do think of Detective Ellen Yin?"

Interesting he's talking about the new transfer. My initial thoughts of her is that of she seems to want too play with the big dogs since her life was hell when growing up with both her female and Asian decent. Come to think of it I got to stop coming the the transfer. Instead I told him, "Well she's new and I just met her today, so I don't have much of a opinion of her myself but I doubt she's as any ties to the mafias."

"I will see you around Detective Gordon."

That was fast so I said out loud, "I know you didn't kill her."

"Why would you say that? You don't know me."

True I don't know him and yet, "Well, if someone wants to disband the mafias and restore order, killing someone isn't the way to motivate people."

"Do you trust me then?" he asked me.

"Hard to say, but I need to know." I stop to wonder If asking him this question would make things but I went ahead anyways, "Are you the Batman?"

I didn't hear a answer. He left me standing in front of my house alone. Just then it hit me, "This is a New Year." I said to myself smiling.

To Be Continued...
Next Update March 3rd