PART 1 : The Executioner
Prologue:
"It is time for your last words, choose them wisely."
"Help me!!! Please!!!"
"That's what they all say."
From the roofs of Gotham the city looked peaceful. It always did. Only he and a few men in blue knew what went on in the dark alleys and unlit streets of this sprawling urban nightmare. From rooftop to rooftop he would lurk searching for some evil to vanquish, some new demon to destroy, but in the end they always turned out to be his own. He had faced many evils before but for the next few nights he would have to face one of his darkest.
The sign didn't light up the sky tonight; it was still early. Alfred would still be up tidying up the batcave. Well, he thought, a slow night is probably a good thing.
He jumped onto another building and made his way towards Police Headquarters. He knew that if any crime were to be reported, they would be the first to know.
After a five minute run across rooftops he arrived at his destination. Police Headquarters was further from the other buildings so he had to use his grapple. He threw it at the antennae tower at the top of the building and swiftly jumped to the top. Once there he headed straight for Gordon's office.
'What??. Where??. Hmmmm... Alright, I'll be right there.' Commissioner Gordon hung up the phone and put his raincoat on, he was so used to the figure in the window that he just kept on talking.
'That was one of my men. They've just found a body in Gotham Park. Decapitated. You'll want to take a look at this one. By the way do you want to ride with me this time.' But the figure had already disappeared.
He arrived a few minutes before the police did, and he traveled on foot! He had to get a good look at the body before the coroner came to examine it. He made it a few minutes before the Coroner and was allowed to look at the body. However he was not allowed to touch it.
'The head's been severed at the base of the neck, said the Coroner into a little recorder in his usual monotone. 'The cut along the neck is smooth; I'd say a very large, very sharp edge was used to cut his head off. I see the victim's clothing has been removed from his upper body. The victim is lying on his chest. His head is lying alongside his body about a foot away. It is upright and resting on the neck.'
'What do you make of it Batman?' asked Gordon.
'Something is missing. Do we know who the man is?'
'Bullock! Who's the victim?' Commissioner Gordon asked his best and most gung-ho detective.
'Got an ID from the victims wallet commish. name's Harold Marcus III.'
The Batman may not mingle with Gothams elite but Bruce Wayne does. 'Commissioner, Harold Marcus III makes half the cars sold in Gotham. He donated a large sum of money to Wayne Foundation for the restoration of Gotham Park.'
'Yea Batman, we all read the papers!' sneered Detective Bullock.
'Has anyone turned the body over?, questioned the Coroner.
'Not since we came here.' answered Gordon.
The Coroner turned the body over. The sight they all witnessed made Bullock drop his sandwich.
On the Chest of the body was carved into the flesh: Help Me Please
Prologue:
"It is time for your last words, choose them wisely."
"Help me!!! Please!!!"
"That's what they all say."
From the roofs of Gotham the city looked peaceful. It always did. Only he and a few men in blue knew what went on in the dark alleys and unlit streets of this sprawling urban nightmare. From rooftop to rooftop he would lurk searching for some evil to vanquish, some new demon to destroy, but in the end they always turned out to be his own. He had faced many evils before but for the next few nights he would have to face one of his darkest.
The sign didn't light up the sky tonight; it was still early. Alfred would still be up tidying up the batcave. Well, he thought, a slow night is probably a good thing.
He jumped onto another building and made his way towards Police Headquarters. He knew that if any crime were to be reported, they would be the first to know.
After a five minute run across rooftops he arrived at his destination. Police Headquarters was further from the other buildings so he had to use his grapple. He threw it at the antennae tower at the top of the building and swiftly jumped to the top. Once there he headed straight for Gordon's office.
'What??. Where??. Hmmmm... Alright, I'll be right there.' Commissioner Gordon hung up the phone and put his raincoat on, he was so used to the figure in the window that he just kept on talking.
'That was one of my men. They've just found a body in Gotham Park. Decapitated. You'll want to take a look at this one. By the way do you want to ride with me this time.' But the figure had already disappeared.
He arrived a few minutes before the police did, and he traveled on foot! He had to get a good look at the body before the coroner came to examine it. He made it a few minutes before the Coroner and was allowed to look at the body. However he was not allowed to touch it.
'The head's been severed at the base of the neck, said the Coroner into a little recorder in his usual monotone. 'The cut along the neck is smooth; I'd say a very large, very sharp edge was used to cut his head off. I see the victim's clothing has been removed from his upper body. The victim is lying on his chest. His head is lying alongside his body about a foot away. It is upright and resting on the neck.'
'What do you make of it Batman?' asked Gordon.
'Something is missing. Do we know who the man is?'
'Bullock! Who's the victim?' Commissioner Gordon asked his best and most gung-ho detective.
'Got an ID from the victims wallet commish. name's Harold Marcus III.'
The Batman may not mingle with Gothams elite but Bruce Wayne does. 'Commissioner, Harold Marcus III makes half the cars sold in Gotham. He donated a large sum of money to Wayne Foundation for the restoration of Gotham Park.'
'Yea Batman, we all read the papers!' sneered Detective Bullock.
'Has anyone turned the body over?, questioned the Coroner.
'Not since we came here.' answered Gordon.
The Coroner turned the body over. The sight they all witnessed made Bullock drop his sandwich.
On the Chest of the body was carved into the flesh: Help Me Please