I must admit, Clancy O'Hara and Dick Grayson are my favourite characters, with the Penguin and Catwoman as my favourite villains. Don't know why but I am always mean to my favourite characters...

I'm not entirely sure where this fanfiction is going to go. I have a vague idea in my mind so here goes nothing!

Commissioner Gordon tapped his foot nervously and eyed up the red phone from his desk. The head of police, Chief O'Hara hadn't been heard from after a late night patrol last night. The Chief was ordered by the Commissioner to check out some strange occurrences at a laundromat called The Wash Around. He was expecting the Chief to return within the hour but never did and when he sent other officers to the location, there was no sign of the Chief or his patrol car. He stayed awake all night hoping that O'Hara would burst into the office but nothing.

The Commissioner rubbed his forehead. He looked quite a state. Two top buttons of his shirt undone and his tie hanging down loose and messy. He wanted sleep but he couldn't not knowing what had happened to his head of police. He got up from his desk and marched over to the red phone. Lifting off the case, he silently prayed that the caped crusader was home. Now was the time that he really needed him. He picked up the phone, pressed the button and waited patiently.

At stately Wayne Manor, Dick was in the study getting some peace and quiet away from his fussing Aunt and studying some geography. His head snapped up as he heard the Batphone go off. He jumped to his feet and went to the door and called Bruce's name and made an excuse why he needed his guardian. Bruce ran from the direction of the living room where he had just been having a riveting conversation with Aunt Harriet about tea and cake.

Dick held the door open as Bruce walked right to the Batphone.

"Yes Commissioner"

"Batman, Batman! I've never been happier to hear your voice. Get to Police Headquarters as soon as you can" The Commissioner knew he might have over exaggerated a little but he was too tired and worried to care.

"We'll be there right away, just remain calm Commissioner" Batman notice the panic in Gordon's voice and immediately knew something was very wrong. He turned to Dick with a serious look "To the Batpoles, we have no time to lose"

Dick nodded as he flipped the switch, opening the secret entrance. They both jogged the short distance to the poles and slid down them, coming out in costume at the bottom and running to the Batmobile.

They wasted no time getting to the Police Headquarters and made their way briskly to the Commissioner's office. They found the Commissioner with his head in his hands, sat slumped behind his desk. He raised his weary head and sprung up to greet the dynamic duo.

"Batman, thank goodness" The Commissioner smiled a the caped crusader.

"What is it Commissioner? You sounded quite... panicked on the phone" Batman couldn't think of another way to put it.

"It's Chief O'Hara. No one has heard from him or seen him since last night. I'm getting more worried every passing minute"

"Gosh, it's so unlike Chief O'Hara to just disappear without telling anyone. Something must have happened to him" the boy wonder thought.

"I'm afraid so, Robin. He was sent out to The Wash Around laundromat after a report of suspicious activities there. After not hearing back, I sent another officer over there. No sign of the Chief ever being there" the Commissioner said heading back round his desk to sit down.

Before Batman or Robin could reply, the Commissioner's secretary, Bonnie came in. "Hello dynamic duo" she said passing them "This was left for you by some guy wearing all black" she handed Gordon a brown envelope that was address to him and left.

Gordon looked at the envelope "This better not be a ransom note..." he trailed off opening it and unfolding the paper. He quickly skimmed through the contents of the letter, his eyes growing wide. "This is preposterous, an... an outrage!" He yelled in disgust, getting up and handing the letter to Batman who read it out loud.

"Commissioner Gordon, I have your precious head of police, Chief O'Hara. I would like you to decide his fate. Below is a list of possible ways that I would be getting rid of him, so chose wisely. Please put a tick by which one you would like and sign along the dotted line. After that you must return this in person to The Wash Around at 6pm tonight. Place the letter on the counter, I'll leave the door open. Ta ta, see you tonight!

PS, you must chose one or I'll kidnap you and kill the Chief in front of you and then kill you.

PPS, tell Batman and Robin to stay away and not to come with you or else.

Kindest regards"

Silence fell across the room. That was one hefty letter to read. Robin was the first to speak "Do I even want to know the choices" he whispered, looking up at Batman in concern.

Batman cleared his throat and began reading out the four possible fates for the poor Chief.

"One, shot several times. Two, electrocution. Three, strangulation. And number four, buried alive"

The Commissioner placed one hand on his head and the other was gripping the edge of his desk. "I- I can't" he sounded defeated.

Batman folded the paper and placed it in front of the Commissioner "This is a dire situation indeed, Commissioner. We need to think of a plan and fast. The Chief's life is quite literally in our hands, well yours to be more precise"

"What do you suppose we do, Batman?" Robin questioned.

Batman began pacing "You have to do what it says, Commissioner"

"What!? But Batman" The Commissioner argued.

"You tick and sign. Take it there by six and leave. We will wait to see who turns up and set a trap to catch them."

The Commissioner picked up the letter and sadly looked at the options before him. He picked up a pen and hovered it over the paper. "I have faith in you, Batman, that you will not let whatever I tick happen to Chief O'Hara." The Commissioner hesitantly ticked the first option and signed.

"Don't worry, Commissioner. Well head back to the Batcave to come up with a plan. We'll call you later on" Batman gave the Commissioner a sympathetic look before taking his leave with Robin in tow.