PsykoReaper: Hey everyone, it's me, PsykoReaper. I did a past Batman fanfic with it mixed with Case Closed...HATED IT! Kicked myself in the ass because of it, but I still want to do somethin' with Batman, so, I decided to do a re-imagined version of Batman! Oh yeah, here is the disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman or anything else in the DC Universe, this is a fanfiction. All characters, even if they are re-imaged, belong to their respective companies, please don't sue!
PsykoReaper: Well, that's it, hope you like this re-do of my Batman fanfic, and don't worry, NO CASE CLOSED! I learned that even though it sounded like a good idea, it is not! Well, anyway, enjoy!
In a dark city, a city with no hope, a city of woe. The sky was raining with grey clouds summoning the rain. The streets were crowded with lost souls and cars.
A limo drove into the street, a black limo. Inside it was a large limo driver with a scar over his left eye, and in the passenger seat, was a man.
The man wore black jeans, a white buttoned shirt with it's sleeves pulled up, and a red tie, he also had shoulder-length black dirty hair, but that is not what made this man different, what made him different was the fact that he wore a black metal mask with a ghoulish face, with his mouth opening that looked like a grin with small metal bars in it. He was smoking a cigarette.
"Is this the place?" asked the limo driver.
"Just up ahead, and hurry the fuck up, my grandma could drive faster than you," growled the man.
"Sorry, it's the traffic," said the limo driver.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," growled the man.
He was named Roman Sionis, but he went by the name Black Mask after he suffered an unfortunate accident causing a mask to fuse with his face. The limo stopped in front of an alleyway.
"Are we here?" asked Black Mask.
"Yeah," said the limo driver.
Good, now stay put, and keep the motor runnin'!" growled Black Mask.
"Why, what's wrong?" asked the limo driver.
"Just do what I fuckin' tell you to do!!" growled Black Mask.
Black Mask put on a black coat and opened the limo door. He walked out and walked to the alley.
When he got to the alley, a bunch of men with black cloth masks were there. "Hey, boss, where ya been?" asked one of the men.
"Limo was slow as a fuckin' old lady, were is Wesker?" asked Black Mask.
"Arnold is gone, sonny!" said a voice.
They looked to see a bunch of men dressed as mobsters from the 1920s come out of the shadows, then a short man with white balding hair, wearing a red vest, a yellow plaid shirt, brown pants, and glasses, holding a ventriloquist doll dressed like his men, with a scar on his face.
"Only Scarface, see," said the man, but he talked through the dummy.
"Ventriloquist, what took you so long?" asked Black Mask.
"We had to shake the fuzz out of our tail, Mask, what agout you?" said the Ventriloquist, his "b's" said as "g's".
"My limo driver was bein' an old lady on the fuckin' road," said Black Mask.
"Well, anyway, why the fuck are we meetin' in a stinkin' alley?" asked the Ventriloquist.
"Because, I think my place is wired," said Black Mask.
"Then why didn't we go t my place, I dougt it is wired there," said the Ventriloquist.
"Please, he has all of us wired, I swear!" growled Black Mask.
"You mean...Gatman?" asked the Ventriloquist.
"Yeah, I'm sure of it," growled Black Mask.
"Aw, who knows, why do you think it is wired?" asked the Ventriloquist.
"I don't know, I got that feelin' all the time, like I am bein' watched by someone!" said Black Mask.
"Glack Mask, you always feel like that, all the damn time, you are fuckin' looney," said the Ventriloquist.
"Look who's talkin, Scarface," growled Black Mask.
"Alright, alright, what is the REAL reason you called me, Black Mask?" asked the Ventriloquist.
"It's about the Joker," said Black Mask.
"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't gring that up," said the Ventriloquist.
"He gassed two of my brothels, killed twenty of my men with his tricks in this last month, and he might be stealin' from me," growled Black Mask.
"You are just being paranoid!" growled the Ventriloquist.
"Also, I think he might be after me," growled Black Mask.
"Again, PARANOID!" stated the Ventriloquist.
"Shut up! I'm serious, if we don't deal with this clown, we will be up to our balls in our guts!" growled Black Mask.
"What do you want me to do agout it? Put up a neighgerhood watch?" asked the Ventriloquist sarcastically.
"No, I want you to help me find this bastard and fuckin' show him what happens when he messes with us!" growled Black Mask.
"Come on, Mask, how the fuck am I going to help you find this gastard? No one knows where he hides!" growled the Ventriloquist.
"I know that his bodyguard wanders the sewers!" said Black Mask.
"Aw, hell no, we are not gonna trek through the damn sewer to find the Joker, besides, the 'bodyguard' is, as you may have known, Killer Croc, he would tear us limb from limb!" growled the Ventriloquist.
"If we have enough men-" said Black Mask before he was interrupted by the Ventriloquist.
"No, you are geing stupid, no matter how many men we got, Killer Croc will still kill us, gesides, I don't think the Joker lives in the sewers," said the Ventriloquist.
"Yeah, I also have another thing I think is happening," said Black Mask.
"Here we go," growled the Ventriloquist.
"I think that the-" Black Mask stopped when he heard something; he held his gun in the air.
"What is it now?" growled the Ventriloquist.
"It's him," hissed Black Mask.
"Who?" asked the Ventriloquist.
"Batman!" growled Black Mask.
"What! You getter not ge going nutjob again!" growled the Ventriloquist as his dummy held a live Tommy gun, the men, both Black Mask's and the Ventriloquist's, held up their guns.
One of the guys then tripped and was pulled into the shadows, but no one saw. The second one everyone saw.
"Dammit, he's takin' us one-by-one!" shrieked one of Black Mask's men.
"Shut up!" yelled Black Mask.
"Show yourself, Gatman!" roared the Ventriloquist.
Their was silence, then one of Ventriloquist's men looked behind him and saw him, he saw Batman. He was a shadowed figure, what you could make out of it was a black cape, a silver bat symbol, a pair of long ear-like things, and white eyes. They all looked to see Batman.
"See! I told you!" roared Black Mask.
Batman punched the henchmen in the jaw, knocking him on the ground. They all tried to shoot Batman, but he jumped and landed on one of Black Mask's men, one who was right next to the Ventriloquist.
The Ventriloquist attempted to shoot him, but Batman swatted Scarface out of Arnold Wesker's hands. Arnold then fell on the ground in a coma-like state.
Black Mask then ran from the fight to his limo, whose motor was still running. He opened the door and jumped in.
"What's the matter?" asked the limo driver, who was strangely calm.
"Just get us the hell out of here!" yelled Black Mask; he was looking out the window.
"Black Mask, there's something I have to tell you," said the limo driver.
"What!?" growled Black Mask.
"The Joker says hi," he said.
Black Mask was silent; he then pulled out a gun to the limo driver. "Move the limo," growled Black Mask.
The limo driver was silent.
"Move the limo," repeated Black Mask.
The limo driver was silent.
"You son of a bitch," growled Black Mask, he then pulled the trigger and shot the limo driver in the head.
The limo driver's head hit the wheel, making the horn go off. Black Mask got out of the limo and ran to the driver's seat, he then opened the door, and pulled the lifeless body off the seat and threw him at the ground.
He got into the seat, the window had blood and a bullet hole on it, and he wiped the blood off with his sleeve. He then started the car and drove away, he looked in his rear view mirror to see Batman walking from the alley and standing where the limo was, looking at Black Mask.
Black Mask got to a warehouse; he stopped right at the door. Two of Black Mask's men walked out. "Jesus, boss, it's like you saw a ghost!" said one of them.
"Shut up, guard this place with your life!!" yelled Black Mask as he stumbled to the door.
"Why?" asked one of the henchmen.
"JUST DO WHAT I SAY!!!" roared Black Mask. He opened the warehouse doors and ran up some stairs, ran through a bridge, and went into an office.
He looked closely to see if anyone was there, no one was there.
He sat at his desk, he sighed and lit a cigarette. He put it in his mouth and breathed in, then out. "Fuckin' Mondays," groaned Black Mask.
The two henchmen guarded the door to the warehouse. They heard a motorcycle noise. "What is that noise?" asked one of the henchmen.
"Uhhh, gee, I don't know, maybe a motorcycle?" asked the other henchmen sarcastically.
Then, they saw a black motorcycle park in front of them, the man who was riding it was Batman. He slowly got up as the henchmen watched in fear.
Batman looked at both of them. "Shit, it's Batman!" shrieked one of the henchmen.
"Fuckin'! I ain't goin' out without a fight!!!" roared the other henchmen.
He attempted to shoot Batman, but he grabbed the gun and hit him with the butt of the gun. The other henchmen dropped the gun and ran away as the other fell unconscious. Batman punched the doors opened, revealing ten henchmen guarding the place.
They looked to see Batman. "Well, look who it is, one Batman and a whole lot of us, the odds don't look good in your favor, isn't it?" sneered one of the henchmen. Batman grabbed something from his belt, which looked like a ball; he then threw it on the ground, creating a smoke field.
"What the hell! My eyes, they hurt!" yelled one of the henchmen.
One by one, they were all hit unconscious, except for the one that sneered. When the smoke cleared, it revealed Batman in front of him with the other henchmen on the floor.
"Holy shit, listen, I didn't mean any of that shit, it was all-" before he could finish, Batman grabs him and head butts him in the head, knocking the henchmen out.
He then climbed the stairs, when he got to the bridge, five henchmen were there. "Shoot him!" yelled one of them.
Batman grabbed another thing from his belt, which looked like a gun, but it was a grappler, he shot it up.
He then grabbed a weird small device and threw it on the bridge.
He then pulled a trigger and it pulled him to the ceiling. "Ha, he's helpless!" yelled one of the henchmen.
Then, the device blew up, making the bridge fall on one side. They all fell on the ground, knocking them out.
Batman then pulled another trigger, the grappler let go and he fell on the side of the bridge. He slowly walked across the broken bridge, to make sure he would not fall.
Black Mask looked out of a large window, looking at the sea. He turned around to see Batman, and the door was open. "How did you get here, Batman?" asked Black Mask, he was now calm.
"I know things, Black Mask," said Batman.
"Hm, you aren't a person that just talks, why aren't you clobbering me to a pulp?" asked Black Mask.
"Because I need to ask you a few questions, then I will take you back to Arkham," said Batman.
"Who says I will go...peacefully?" asked Black Mask.
"You have no where to go, Black Mask, the bridge is broken," said Batman.
"And...how will you get out of here?" asked Black Mask. "There are many ways, Black Mask," said Batman.
"Really?" said Black Mask. "To tell you the truth, I am trying to protect you," said Batman.
"Ok, now you are just fuckin' with me," said Black Mask. "The Joker is trying to kill you, is he not?" asked Batman.
"How did you know that?" growled Black Mask. "Like I said, I know things," said Batman.
Well, what is it you are trying to ask me?" asked Black Mask. "Why is the Joker trying to kill you?" asked Batman.
"What do you think, he wants to control the whole damn city, and he wants to get rid of all the competition," said Black Mask.
"Alright, do you know where he is hiding?" asked Batman. "Trust me, if I knew I would be shootin' him down, right now," said Black Mask.
Then, there were noises of men, Black Mask let out a small chuckle. "Looks like you are dead meat, Batboy!" laughed Black Mask.
Then there were noises, gunshots, screaming, roaring, then there was silence, only a gushing, crunching, and squishing noise was heard. "What the hell!?" growled Black Mask.
"Killer Croc," said Batman.
"What!? How did the Joker get this address!?" yelled Black Mask.
"Is there any other entrances here?" asked Batman.
Black Mask pointed to a door on the right side of the office. "Lock it, NOW!!" yelled Batman.
Black Mask got up and locked the door, after he locked it, the handle was shaking greatly
"How the fuck am I going to get out of here now!?" yelled Black Mask. The door that was getting hit by an unseen force, while a roaring noise was heard.
"We will get out the way we came, that door won't hold for very long," said Batman. Black Mask slowly backed to his desk.
"And once we get out of here, you are going straight to the police station, where they will deal with you as they please," said Batman as he looked at the door. He then heard a gun cock; he turned to see Black Mask holding a gun at Batman.
"This isn't the time to act stupid," growled Batman.
"So what if I get mauled to death by that freak, I ain't going back to Arkham," growled Black Mask.
"What are you talking about," growled Batman.
"I cannot say, he will punish me," said Black Mask.
"Who?" asked Batman.
"I cannot say, I already said too much, it is time for you to die, Batboy," growled Black Mask.
Batman then threw a boomerang-like projectile at the gun, knocking it out of Black Mask's hand and slashing Black Mask's hand.
He held his hand in pain, and then Batman knocked him out with a punch across the face, hitting his head on a file storage.
Batman went to Black Mask's unconscious body; he noticed that Killer Croc was still bashing his way through the metal door.
He quickly grabbed Black Mask and put him on his shoulders. He got to the door, as he kneeled on the ledge; the door flew to the other wall.
He jumped down and landed on his feet. Batman looked to see blood and organs on the floor, with mutilated bodies in a pile.
He then ran out of the warehouse, he put Black Mask on the motorcycle, facing forward.
Batman got behind him and started the motorcycle. He then drove out of the area, but he heard a roar as he drove away...
A figure, standing on a building, watched as Batman drove through the streets.
The figure wore a black coat and a black hat that looked like it belonged to a western preacher, black jeans and large black boots.
Also, it wore tan gloves, and a shirt made of brown cloth that was stitched together.
Finally, it wore a mask, made of brown cloth as well, but it had two long stitches, one that looked like a mouth and another that opened on the right side of the face to reveal a blank eye, it wore a hangman's noose to hold the mask in.
Behind the figure, tied to its back, was a farming scythe.
"Batman...Batman, Batman, Batman..."
It saw Batman disappear from it's sight.
"Fear grips this city, it does not deserve pity, all will be undone, but it is all for fun, I am the Scarecrow, and I have come to bring sorrow…"
Batman stopped the bike in front of the police station; he then got off, grabbed Black Mask, and threw him near the steps.
He then got on his motorcycle and drove away.
A female police officer, she was of Hispanic descent, holding a cup of coffee, looked outside, hearing the motorcycle, found Black Mask, unconscious, on the foots of the stairs...
Batman then drove through the city, to the country, he then drove off a cliff of the road and went into a waterfall, which had a cave behind it.
He drove through the cave until he came to a garage of some sorts that had three exits and a door that leads somewhere else.
He parked the motorcycle, turned it off, and got off. He then opened the door that led out of the garage.
He was in a large cave with large platforms over the pits of the cave; they were all connected by bridges and a stair that lead out of the cave.
Batman walked to a large computer and logged in. "I see working hard as usual," said a voice.
Batman turned to see an old man, in his fifties, with a moustache, neat grey hair, and dressed as a butler, holding a trey with food on it.
"Have to, Alfred, crime doesn't sleep," said Batman.
"But you do, Master Wayne, you should rest, you have been at it since seven PM, it's four AM right now," said Alfred. Batman was silent.
"He's trying to kill another crime boss," said Batman
"The Joker wants to make everyone afraid of him, even you, Master Wayne," said Alfred.
"Also, the Black Mask said something that puzzled me," said Batman.
"Yes, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred.
"Nothing, it's nothing," said Batman.
"And what of this...Scarecrow?" asked Alfred.
"I can't seem to track him, have you asked Leslie about the antidote?" asked Batman.
"She has not found an antidote yet, I'm afraid," said Alfred.
"Damn, how can I catch this madman if I cannot cure the people he has drugged?" growled Batman.
Alfred put his hand on Batman's shoulder, he looked at him. "Come now, Master Wayne, it's time to sleep," said Alfred.
"You're right, Alfred, I might have a cooler head if I slept," said Batman.
A man ran in fear through the alley, being chased by something. He found himself in a dead end, he looked behind him, and sank to the floor, with his back at the wall.
He was looking at the Scarecrow, who was holding his scythe in his left arm.
"Tegan, why must I tell you, I need more chemicals," said the Scarecrow.
"I...I...won't do it! I won't let you do it to anymore people!" cried Tegan.
"You must learn, we all must burn, experiments are what I need, and toxins are what I'll feed," said the Scarecrow.
"No, no!" sobbed Tegan.
"I have learned all I can from you, Tegan...If you do not help me, then you are worthless," said the Scarecrow.
"Please! Don't!" screamed Tegan.
"Your soul is mine, you filthy swine! The end is nigh, and you must...die," said the Scarecrow as he raised his scythe, he then stabbed it right at Tegan's temple.
He then put his foot on Tegan's corpse and pushed him off.
He then turned to see a tall, muscular man with brown hair with long sideburns, black sunglasses, and a white suit stood in the alley.
"Scarecrow," said the man.
"Yes?" asked the Scarecrow.
"If you want more chemicals, you can come with me," said the man. The Scarecrow followed him into a purple and green limo.
The Scarecrow sat opposite of the man and another figure, but he was hidden in the shadows. The limo had a table at the middle of it all, along with a cooler full of soda.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Joker," said the Scarecrow.
The Joker let out a small laugh.
"I'm glad you came, Crow," snickered the Joker.
"Yes, what do you want from me?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I just want to set up an alliance, Scarecrow," said the Joker.
"Very well, I'm listening," said the Scarecrow.
"Well, I know that the police are closing in on you, since they got many alleys under surveillance, excluding the one you were in, I want you to just do your normal thing, but use the sewers and I will give you more chemicals," said the Joker.
"That's it?" asked the Scarecrow.
"That's it," said the Joker.
"I am a little confused, why would you help me, if you do not want anything from me?" asked the Scarecrow.
"Well, you and I, we are the same, we like to test peoples psyche, I do it more...physical, while you do it mentally," said the Joker.
"True, so I guess we are...partners?" asked the Scarecrow.
"No, just acquaintances," said the Joker.
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Morning came, the sun may have come out, but it does not wash the filthiness of the city away.
The darkness, the blood, the filth, of the city would probably remain in this city for all time, never going away...
A fifty year old man, with white hair and moustache, wearing a tan coat and fedora, a white shirt, tan pants, black shoes, and large glasses, got out of a police car in front of the police station.
He looked at the blood spot near the steps, but knew who made it. He got a call a few minutes ago about the Black Mask being pulled in.
He entered the building; he then walked to his office, which had the name, "Commissioner James W. Gordon," on the door.
He went to a water jug and poured a glass of water.
A knock was heard on the door. "Come in!" yelled Gordon, so that the person could hear him.
The door opened, and revealed the same Hispanic woman that found the Black Mask's unconscious body. "Renee, how are you?" asked Gordon, as he walked to her.
"Hey, Jim, I'm doing all right," said Renee with a smile.
"So, you caught Roman and Arnold, eh?" laughed Gordon.
"Not really, Batman did it, if I was not working late again, I would've not seen Roman, but Wesker was found, in an alley, without Scarface," said Renee.
"Yeah, anything else while I was asleep?" asked Gordon, as he sat at his desk.
"Yeah, Jervis escaped from Arkham," said Renee.
"Are you serious?" asked Gordon.
"Yeah, escaped while the power was down due to a lightning storm," said Renee.
"Damn, that place Arkham is a real shit-hole," growled Gordon.
"Well, yeah, but it is the biggest asylum in the world, plus it is the only Asylum near Gotham," said Renee.
"True, true, anything else?" said Gordon.
"...The Scarecrow," said Renee.
"What about him?" asked Gordon.
"He killed a person, a man named Tegan Arnolds, a meth addict that was put into Arkham for schizophrenia, but was seemingly cured and released from Arkham two years ago, and I guess that the Scarecrow got to him," said Renee.
"Why would he kill him? He is a nobody? What really puzzles me is why would he kill at all? He only killed three people, something is amiss," said Gordon.
"You think?" asked Renee.
"Yeah," said Gordon.
The man in white that was with the Joker was sitting in an office, not at the desk, but on a chair facing the desk.
He looked at the floor. The door opened, he looked to see the Joker coming in.
He wore a purple business coat, purple pinstripe pants, black shoes, a green vest with a purple shirt underneath it, a purple bowtie and a green flower on his coat.
He had white skin, black fingernails, a long nose and chin, green messy mouth-length hair with the back cleanly put on the neck, with one side of the front hair covering one eye, yellow eyes with red irises and pupil, black make-up around his eyes, ruby red lips, yellow misshapen teeth, and a disturbing grin.
"Well, Tally Man, what's da word on the street?" laughed the Joker.
"Well, Wesker and Sionis are back in Arkham," said the Tally Man.
"Cool, maybe I can rule unopposed!" hissed the Joker.
"Yeah, but what about Falcone, Thorne, Maroni, and the Squid?" asked the Tally Man.
The Joker let out a bone-chilling laugh. "Those old fuckwads? HA! They are nothing compared to you and I!" laughed the Joker.
"So, it's only the kooks you're after, eh?" laughed the Tally Man.
"We're all a little kooky, Tally, but I am after the Black Mask only, he has the same amount of fear inducing as me!" said the Joker.
"What about the Scarecrow?" asked the Tally Man.
"Aw, he seems like a nice guy, don't want to stop him from his profession!" laughed the Joker.
"What about Gordon?" asked the Tally Man.
"Oh, him...well, I'll deal with Jimmy soon, Tally, very soon, I gots a rabbit in my hat that will make him squeal!" laughed the Joker.
"Good, how about we start your plan, eh Joker?" asked the Tally Man.
"That's why I like you, Tally, you and I think alike, we both like to kill people, we both think that irony and death are the best comedy forms in the world, and we are both talented fighters!" said the Joker.
"Yeah, so what's the plan?" asked the Tally Man. The Joker looked at him and smiled a terrible smile.
PsykoReaper: Well, I hope you like it, maybe I will make another chapter...