Author's Note: This story is inspired by different Batman universes, including the Arkhamverse, DCUO, etc. It does not take place in a specific universe, but this does take place towards a the beginning of Batman's career.
This is also a Batman X OC story! If you do not like OC pairings, then don't read. This is my first fanfiction that I've posted. I do appreciate reviews and such. I've written so many Batman stories when I was younger, but I've never shared them.
Anyways, thank you for reading my story! I hope that you all enjoy it.
Warnings: There will be violence, vulgar swearing, and suggestive content throughout the entire story. You have been warned.
"Bullock! Shandar! In my office, now!" I groan as I remove my 3rd cup of coffee from my lips as the Commissioner's voice echoed throughout the station. I stood, rubbing my temples and began to walk down the hall to his office.
I open the door to see my partner, Harvey Bullock, already standing in front of Gordon. He had a toothpick in his mouth, and chewed it occasionally as his eyes narrowed at me. Though we were partners, we didn't have the best relationship.
"Listen, there was two more murders, down at the East End. In the old Soder Cola factory." Gordon slides over a few papers, most likely the victim reports and such. Harvey grabs them, eyeing them suspiciously.
A string of murders has been happening lately for the past few months all over Gotham. Victims were reported with surgical scars, were found in shock, or in some state of terror, but we haven't been able to track down the killer.
"I'm tellin' ya, Gordon: it's that Bat-Freak. What else leaves scratches like that?" Bullock says, pointing to a picture of the various scars victims received.
There's also been a new vigilante of the sort in Gotham: some man dressed as a bat going around knocking criminals out left and right. Street crime has dropped a significant amount since the appearance of him, though Gordon disagrees with me.
"Whoever it is, they need to be in cuffs before someone else gets killed. Now go." He waves us off and runs a hand through his hair, sighing deeply.
I close the door behind me and look to Harvey. He spit out the toothpick into a nearby trash. "We better get goin' before he gets pissed." I nod.
I swung by my locker and grab my radio and then head to the front to meet Harvey sitting in our car. I get in and he huffs. I could see the dark gray sky looming over us, giving me a slight feeling of dread as he speeds of to the crime scene.
"Would you like more tea, Master Bruce?" Alfred's voice chimes, snapping Bruce out of his trance. He sat in front of the Batcomputer, eyes scanning over a map of Gotham City.
"Maybe later. There's been two other murders matching the same M.O as the previous killer. I'm heading there to investigate." The man stood, body slightly aching from several different run-ins.
He had been investigating the murders for a number of weeks now, with evidence all pointing to a new villain in Gotham. He has sampled each victim's DNA all finding traces of one thing: fear toxin.
"No doubt the killer injected the victims with another dose of that toxin," he says, grabbing his utility belt from a nearby table. He straps it around his waist, then pulls his cowl over his face.
"Yes, but do be careful, sir." Alfred says, watching him as he climbed into the Batmobile. The engine revs loudly, echoing throughout the entire cave.
"Aren't I always?"
Harvey and I arrive at the factory. It wasn't much of a sight with the worn down material and trashed property. I look around, then sigh.
"Hopefully the son of a bitch leaves clues behind this time," I mutter as we approach it. Harvey half-heartedly chuckles, and gestures his hand towards the door.
"Ladies first." I roll my eyes and open the door. The smell.. The air... Just awful. I stumbled around the semi-lit warehouse, looking for some type of clue. Bullock pulls his shirt over his nose.
"Goddamn, the hell happened to this place?" He says, coughing. I take out my gun and began walking further into the warehouse. "We should split up, look for clues, then get the hell out of here." I say to him. He nods and begins walking in the opposite direction.
I walked down towards some old machines, finding pieces of tattered clothing and broken glass. The fabric had droplets of blood speckled all over it, and I bent down and put a few pieces in my sample bag.
Then I turn again, hoping I wouldn't get lost; there seemed to be several different directions I could go in. Something about this place sent chills up my spine. The lights flickered continuously and I could hear faint noises but I couldn't identify them.
I immediately regret the decision of splitting up as the darkness seemed to consume my vision. My vision... it was getting blurred, though I could make out silhouettes of what seemed to be monsters surrounding me angrily.
My head felt as if it was 1000 degrees, but my bones felt as if they were rattling. My eyes dart back and forth, searching for some way to escape. "B-B-Bullock!" I choke out as the smoke and gas consumed my throat. I trudge back towards the way he walked, trying to keep my balance.
Suddenly, my foot hits something hard, and I look down to see Harvey's lifeless body laying on the concrete. My heart races as I felt myself getting dizzy. I stumble back and forth and eventually pass out on the cold hard ground.
There was only one thing on my mind: terror. The dark silhouettes loomed over me, and I shriek as the got closer, and closer to me. I braved myself some sort of impact, but nothing came.
I squint open my eyes, my vision going dark. A clad figure stood over me and put something on my mouth, but I blacked out immediately after.