Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, The Boondock Saints, or any of DC or Troy Duffy's other property. Just the story is mine.
March 15, 2010. 10:14 p.m. Gotham City.
Commissioner Gordon gripped his revolver reflexively. He was nervous, but he couldn't let it show. He was a leader, dammit. He drew a deep sigh before turning to the SWAT team captain and nodding. "This is it." He thought. "Gotham P.D.'s time to shine. We're going to catch one of these mob bastards without Batman's help." The SWAT team moved out, ready to strike the headquarters of Oswald Cobblepot, a mob boss often referred to as "The Penguin" due to his short, fat build and preference for Tuxedoes.
O'Neill, an older Irish cop, opened the door quickly and quietly. Gordon stayed behind to coordinate the effort. After a few minutes, Gordon radioed the SWAT team. "What's taking so long? We need to nail this guy!"
The only response he received was "Sir, you'd better come take a look at this…" Gordon mumbled to himself, swearing under his breath. "What is it that's so important? No one home?"
"No sir. They're… They're all already dead."
"Dammit! I told you to take the Penguin alive! Oh well… Just means I've got a ton of paperwork."
"That's not what I meant, sir. They were dead when we got here."
"What?"
"Like I said, sir. You should really come take a look at this."
Gordon acknowledged and headed inside the building. He found the SWAT team soon and was shocked by what he saw. The gangsters had all been killed, several hours previous, by the looks of it. Each of them shot with the precision of an expert marksman, with a penny placed on each of their eyes. Cobblepot himself was the most shocking, however. Double-tap to the back of the head, exit wounds at the eyes. He was laid out as if for a funeral, with pennies on the bloody sockets where his eyes used to be.
"Fuck me…" Whispered Gordon. "This is the same M.O. as those guys from Boston. The ones who escaped from prison last year. You don't think…" He trailed off, lost in thought. He knew one thing, however. The Saints had come to Gotham.
"I think Gotham's got a new set of vigilantes." Said a gravelly voice from the shadows. Gordon turned, completely unsurprised to see The Batman emerging into view. "It's got to be them." He said. "This is how they operated in Boston, and I don't think they're going to stop after just one." Batman examined the scene while he spoke. ""They broke my one rule, Gordon."
"No killing. Right. But what are we supposed to do? These guys are untouchable."
"Just leave them to me. I have to prove, once and for all, that you can't just murder people at wonton. This ends here, in Gotham."
"Right, but this needs to be a police effort. No offense, but it'd be hypocritical of me to let a vigilante take down another vigilante."
Batman just grunted and turned back to the crime scene. After a few more minutes, he said, "Ok. Here's what happened…"