Chapter One: Fatties, Thugs, and Bats, Oh My!

If there is anything you should know about Gotham City, it would be that at night the darkness rules. Smart and normal people should stay inside where it's safe. Most of the time. Now Allure and I, we're both very smart people. It's just we aren't anywhere near normal. Normal people don't go out at night and kick criminals to the curb. They also do not have awesome names like Bullet (yours truly) and Allure. I'm pretty sure normal people don't dress up in wicked awesome costumes and cruise the death trap that is Gotham City at night. I believe people like us are called heroes.

My communication link in my helmet crackled to life. "Bullet, can you hear me?"

I smirked. "Seriously Allure, I'm the only one that this com link is connected to, who else would hear you?"

"Shut it. We're almost there."

"Got it." The link faded out and from ahead of me, Allure took a sudden swerve to the right on her speed bike. Personally, I like motorcycles better. They're a lot more intimidating and make a heck of a lot more noise. And speed is NEVER a problem. But hey, everyone's got their own opinion. I shot after her. A few minutes later we were at the city docks. The docks are really nothing special, just really smelly, you know? The darkness made the docks look cooler though. But that's how darkness works; it cloaks everything in mystery and danger. Allure signaled with her hand to turn into an alley way that looked pretty uninhabited. We turned in and shut the bikes off. I yanked my helmet off. "Alright, where did our guy say they would be?" I asked Allure.

"Two blocks from here, I was thinking we go by rooftop?" She said casually.

"Sounds good to me." I shrugged, "Let's do this."

"I'm afraid not." I heard a voice say from behind me, and everything went black.

I woke up with a Grade-A headache. I should also mention that I seemed to be tied to a chair. From the feeling of it, Allure was sitting in a chair back-to-back with mine, and a rope was holding us both in place. And from the way my side of the rope was kind of taut, Allure was still out. We appeared to be in a warehouse. Sitting across from me, nonchalantly cleaning his teeth with a knife was the smelliest fat man I have ever seen. I could smell his not-so-morning breath from where I was. He smiled, showing me his lovely green and brown rotting teeth. "Hello there lass." He said, and a wave of his foul breath washed over me. "Now, what was a couple of pretty girls like you doing on my turf?"

"Do you want me to act innocent or tell the truth, fatty?" I answered.

Anger flickered over his face, but then he relaxed into a smile. "Truth would be nice."

"Alright." I said, "We just so happened to be on your 'Turf' to wreck your little drug-party."

Groans from behind me and movements of the rope told me Allure was waking up.

"Is that so?" Fatty said, "Well, that's a shame. You see, I don't like my parties being messed up. So I'll just have to get rid of you."

Allure was fully awake by now. Fatty's grin widened. "What's this? He said, his smile growing wider, "Your friend is awake? I'd better go say hello."

"I wouldn't do that." I said casually.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"Because she can easily kick you to the curb." I replied.

"Now now," He smiled, patting my head, "No need to worry about me."

I spat on his shoes. Which earned me a nice punch to the face, leaving me feeling like an old lady had taken her brick-laden purse to my face a couple of times. Fatty crouched down next to me. "Italian leather, babe. You don't mess them up."

He walked past me and began speaking to Allure. I heard a grunt, and a few moments later I was free of the ropes, Allure standing in front of me. I walked over to Fatty, who was now knife-less and grabbed him by the collar. I pulled out my favorite gun, a CZ SP-01 that I had named Thorn. Holding it to his head, I leaned down and whispered "Give me one reason why I should pull this trigger."

At that moment I heard a shout from Allure. Without thinking, I hit Fatty over the head with the butt of the gun, knocking him out. I turned, and seeing Allure taking on what seemed to be a half a dozen thugs, I rushed in to help. I kicked one in the stomach, rounding it off with a side hand chop to the neck. He went down like a rock and stayed down. The second one I shot in the knee with Thorn before I stored my gun lovingly back into its harness. I pulled out a knife and pinned a third one by the shoulder to the wall. Allure was still fighting, and I was about to go help her when I felt a shiver go down my spine, someone was watching us.

I scanned the warehouse quickly and saw him, watching us from the balcony of the upper floor. I checked out Allure's situation, she was fighting two of the guys at the same time. I quickly got the attention of one of the thugs by slicing through his leather jacket and putting a neat cut in his bicep. He turned and chased me as I made my way to the adjoining room, where the mysterious watcher couldn't see us. I took the thug out, hitting the hilt of my knife to his temple. He was out cold. It sounded like Allure was almost done in the other room, So I hastened up a set of stairs that looked like it led up to the upper floor.

There he was, crouching down and watching as Allure finished off her attacker. I stole up behind him and pressed my knife to his throat. "Alright creep, start talking or learn what it feels like to breath out of a slit in your throat."

Seconds later, I was facing him. Somehow he had managed to break my hold. I would have been worried, but I was too busy laughing. "DUDE," I gasped, "What happened to your clothes?" I couldn't stop laughing. But trust me, you would be too. I mean, the guy was wearing black underwear over some grey tights. And lord have mercy, he was wearing a cape.

"Who taught you manners," He said, sounding pissed, "A trucker?"

"Who taught you how to dress," I giggled, "A hobo?"

Hearing my hysterical laughter, Allure rushed upstairs. When she saw who I was laughing at, she gasped. "Oh my gosh," She whispered, "Batman."

"T…This…is…B..Batman?" I gasped, still laughing, "You've got to be kidding me!"

Allure shot me a look that would have killed a pro wrestler and starting dragging me away, still chucking. "I am so sorry!" She apologized, "But we kind of have to go so….later!" And she ran, dragging me along with her.

Once we got back to our bikes, she slugged me in the arm. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" She shrieked, "THAT WAS BATMAN! BATMAN!"

"I was thinking," I said solemnly, "That the tights thing works for him."