This story is full of firsts for me. It's my first fanfic with no original characters in the limelight, the first story of any kind where the characters curse, and it's probably going to be the most violent thing I've written yet. Because of the language and violence, I am rating this story pg-13(reader beware). I do not own any characters in this except the ones not in the comics or movies that I created out of necessity.
If anyone connected with the production of the new Batman movies reads this and would like to use the plot for one of the movies, feel free to contact me.
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Clouds covered the skyline and coated the city with rain. It made for a dreary evening. And a perfect opportunity for a theft.
Five figures hustled across the nearly empty street to an antiques shop. While one kneeled to pick the lock, the others stood guard, keeping a lookout for cops. The police may be crooked enough to ignore the big drug dealers and crime lords, but they had no qualms about dragging some juvenile delinquents downtown.
With a soft click the door opened.
"Way to go, Barb," the leader purred. She was a tall, slender woman of about 29 years who governed her small band with a strict hand. The troop slipped inside and began searching for fenceable items.
"Kat." The leader moved away from the jewelry case she was admiring when Barb called her. The girl had found twin ivory cat statues. Kat clapped her lieutenant on the shoulder.
"They're beautiful." She carefully picked them up and slipped them into her bag, along with a few other treasures.
Suddenly, they heard sirens approaching.
"We musta set off a silent alarm," one of the group said.
"Run for it!" Kat fled the shop and sped down an alleyway further down the street. The others weren't far behind, but before they could make it to the alley, 2 police cars cornered them.
"Get down on your knees and put your hands on your heads." The cops pulled out their pistols and aimed at the teenagers.
"Shit," Barb cursed under her breath and complied.
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James Gordon, the latest police commissioner, walked out of the interrogation viewing room, sipping a cup of coffee. One of the detectives had just finished an unsuccessful interrogation of one of the mob's thugs.
After Batman helped take down Falcone, a power struggle erupted with every big shot in the city fighting the others for the crime boss' vacant position. Maroni came out on top in the end but was killed by Harvey Dent. Now, things had escalated to an almost city-wide gang war as the punks fought for the top spot. The lieutenant had his hands full trying to keep bodies off the street.
He sat at his desk, only half focusing on the report he needed to read, when some street cops walked by guiding 4 teenagers in handcuffs.
"I swear these punks are getting younger every year," he sighed. The oldest of the 4 scowled at him. As the last was marched by, Gordon froze.
"Barbara?" The girl turned, and her expression darkened.
"Hi, dad."
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Gordon watched from behind the one way mirror as his daughter was questioned. She ran away over a year before. They had had a big fight, about what he couldn't recall. In the end, she had stormed up to her room, packed a bag, and climbed out the window.
"The security camera at the shop showed five of you." The detective's voice pulled Gordon back to the present. "Who did we miss?" Barbara sat, arms crossed, silent and scowling.
"I understand that you don't want to say anything without a lawyer," the officer continued, "But come on Barbara, it's just me. I've known you since you were a baby." She didn't even look at him, but kept her eyes straight ahead.
The commissioner exited the viewing room and opened the door to the interrogation room.
"Why don't you go get a coffee, Matt?" The detective hesitated for a moment but left the room when Gordon gave him a commanding look. Once they were alone, he took the seat opposite his daughter.
"Where've you been, Babs?"
"My name's not Babs," she growled.
"Alright. So, Barbara, where'd you go when you took off?" She looked up into his concerned eyes, unaffected.
"Away," she answered. He nodded sadly.
"Why'd you come back?"
"You really want to know? Fine. I ran away because you pissed me off for the last time. I was sick of livin' in this shithole. So I left and hooked up with a crew. But it got too hot in…where we were, so we came here thinkin' the corruption infestin' the city would be a good cover. Guess we thought wrong." She leaned back in the chair and looked at the floor.
Gordon stood slowly and walked over to the door. He paused, hand on the doorknob.
"I'm glad you're okay." He opened the door and exited, letting the detective back inside.
"I want a lawyer."
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Sooo...what do you think? Good so far, right? Well, I had started this before The Dark Knight came out(best movie ever!) so after I watched it, I had to go back and edit things since this takes place after it. Don't expect the next chapter right away...but be sure to review right now!! I take any and all criticisms to heart so don't feel shy about stating your mind. Thanks!
