Chapter One: Welcome to Gotham

A huge explosion went off at a bank, in broad day light. Six robbers came out and headed into two black cars, three in each and drove off. The car races the cop cars that are behind them; they went through some turns to try to get rid of the cops but, didn't work. One of the robbers got furious and told the getaway driver to hurry up or he would blow his brains out. The driver was obviously terrified and tried his best to go faster. The result of his speed made him hit a couple a people and a trash can. After a few more turns they lost the cops by going through the tunnel and luckily the other car was right behind them. Inside the first car the guys were cheering and one of them begins to laugh. "What's so funny, Joe" said one of the robber in the front seat. "Nothing, nothing just that we got the money" he took his mask off. The robber that was sitting next to him begins to smile "Yeah can't wait to go to the strip club with these. Oh also I picked up the other guy bags. Now we got two bag of, Mula!" they laugh. "If only we can keep them both" said the one in the front, Joe smile and took something out of his pocket it was a small box with a red button. He presses the button and the car behind them, explodes. It flips into the air, and went over their car and smashes into the ground. The car turns and slid and made a 360 turn without touching the car. The robbers got out of the car and were horrified at what they saw. "What the hell did you do Joe?" Joe didn't say a word. They all scream at him at what he did, but it looked as if Joe didn't care he begins to stretch his back and arms and let out a tiring long yawn. The other looked at him as if he was crazy, maybe he was and they didn't know about it. One of the guy took out a gun and rush towards him turning him around to put the gun on his forehead; before he realized it, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach he looked down and notice a blade inside him and his wrist, where he is holding his gun, is being grabbed by his hand. He didn't even realize what happened it all went by so fast. He was about to shoot him and then this happens. "I just don't understand? You guys wanted more 'mula' and now you're saying why you killed them? Make up your mind" Joe said as he yanks his knife out and took his gun and shot the driver and the other robber. "If you guys don't want the money than don't ask if you're not ready to kill. You can't expect to do one crime and not the other, right? Killing plus stealing equals money" he skips towards the driver and smile at him. "It's alright; I'll let the boss know they all died in a car accident. Which is ironic cause it wasn't an accident" he chuckles a bit "Any who, don't want to disturb your nap. I know how cranky you guys get" he burst out laughing. He looks at the broken mirror and looks at his wide eyes as he burst out laughing again. Those wide eyes and his mouth wide open would terrify any man that stares at him. He picks up the bag and walks casually as nothing happen while the car was bursting in blaze. He trips a bit and continues walking and even hums.

The noise of a punching bag echoes around the room and hallways. A strong and powerful man can be seen punching and kicking while sweat are rolling down his back and his red like fire. The entire room looks devastating; it looks as if he has been training for a couple of days without rest. It could be false but, the exhaustion can be seen on this man's face can be seen by anyone, even a blind man. He stops and breaths heavily like if he were about to die; he reaches his water bottle and took a few drinks. He refuse to sit on the floor and puts one of his hand on the wall as he looks at the mirror that was attach to the wall. He looks at himself and saw how he hasn't been shaving; it looks like he was some kind of lumberjack, his eyes were red and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't keep his eyes open. The man took a rag and cleans himself a bit and left the gym room and went up stare to crash. His exhaustion was too much for him, he took off his shirt and fell into bed and fell right to sleep.

"Mr. Wayne. Mr. Wayne it is time to wake up," says a voice. Bruce opens his eyes and saw Alfred, his best friend and loyal butler. He loves Alfred and ever sense he was little he took cared of Bruce like his own son, helping him out on his homework, even if he didn't really needed it, tying his tie and even tying his shoe lace. Bruce never really learned how to do them on his own, not until Alfred taught him; he would always let his mother do it for him. "Master Bruce, it is time for the meeting" Bruce growls a bit "What time is it?" he says. Alfred looks at his pocket watch and repeats the time that was said on the clock "why it's eight sir, you better get going. Might I ask, you should take the 'Waynecopter'" he says "I'm way on it" he leaves the room and head into the shower. While in the shower, Wayne went back and thought about the dark time, the time where his parents were killed. So much anger were being built into him, especially when they never found the killer; so furious he made his hand into a fist and punches the wall, cracking it. He took a couple of deep breath and after a few minutes he got out of the bathroom and dressed up. As he got out, Alfred was waiting for him "Are you okay sir? I heard a noise" he said with concern "Um yeah. Thought I saw a bug" he lies "Seriously sir, there's no need to overkill it," "anyway, Alfred I'm going to be late today. Got things to do after the meeting" "oh really sir? A date perhaps" a smile cracks on his face hoping he will finally find that lucky someone. "Sort of" Bruce says as he walks to the roof and into his copter.

"Sweetie, I'm home!" says Joe as he enters the bosses office "Enough of your damn jokes, Joe. You were never funny to begin with" says the boss; the harsh words hurt Joe feelings and he pretends his heart was breaking by putting one of his hands on his chest and, over-dramatically, walked up close as if he was dying. He laughs and went back and picked up two of the bag and threw it on the desk. "Wow these are a lot of money, where the other guys? There were at least six of you, idiots," Joe respond with a pucker face and a shrug to go with it and the boss knew he got rid of them. "Whatever I was gonna kill em anyway, here take twenty percent and scram, till I call ya" he throw some stacks of money but, Joe decline. "C'mon, Sionis," he says "I don't do it for the money. I do it because it's a passion, a smile on my face; oh it makes me feel warm and tingly" he folds his hands to his cheeks and breath intensely. "You're a real freak, you know that" "Well aren't you sweet. By the way, love the white suite, careful not to get any dirt on it" Joe laughs as he walks out leaving the boss smoking his cigar, alone in his big office as he whispers, freak and shakes his head and blew out a big puff of smoke.