I OWN NOTHING FROM THIS GAME! ONLY TAYLOR AND DYLAN ARE MINE!

Chapter Two

Disaster in Gotham

After Joker's Death, Gotham braced itself for the inevitable power struggle.

But it didn't come; crime actually fell. Deep down I knew war was coming...

I was just waiting for someone to pull the trigger.

It was pulled by a man named Jonathan Crane. AKA, Scarecrow.

It was Halloween the night Scarecrow made his move. He released his newest strain of Fear Gas into a diner, showing it off before handing out a threat to the city.

"This demonstration used just 5 ounces of my latest toxin. Tomorrow, this will seem like child's play. Gotham, this is your only warning."

The announcement had set fear and panic into the people of Gotham. Beginning that night, over six million civilians were evacuated but the city' criminals and supervillains stayed behind, leaving Commissioner Gordon and the Police Department outnumbered.

It took just 24 hours for them to lose control of the city.

Tonight, Gotham's relying on one man to save them all...

"I call bullshit on all of this! On this entire city! How can one place have this many supervillains and psychos? It's not natural! And neither is having a bastard running around dressed like a damn bat beating them all up! Gotham's got to be a circle of Hell; it's the only explanation!"

Gordon gave a chuckle, listening to the man that stood on the roof of the police station with him. It was Dylan Carmichael. After everything that happened with Arkham City, Gordon had pulled some strings and got him on the force with his sister. He was a lot more brutal than his sister physically, but you knew they were siblings because of the way they spoke.

Gordon was thankful for the young man. With Taylor out of work, it was reassuring to have a Carmichael with him again. He knew that Dylan had wanted to help his sister evacuate, but she had convinced him that she would be fine with Bruce and had stayed behind to try and help with the chaos happening in the city. It's why he was on the roof with him right now.

Dylan, despite his overwhelming dislike for the Dark Knight, had interacted with Batman during the Asylum and the city events, meaning that they worked well together. They needed every ace they could get right now.

Gordon found himself thanking God that Taylor was on maternity leave. He wouldn't have wanted her to get involved with this situation right now if she wasn't. She had a bullseye on her back due to her relationship with Wayne now. Penguin had wanted revenge on her for throwing him in jail, yes, but now it seemed like all the major crime lords wanted a piece of her. She played it off like a joke but that didn't stop her boss' worries. Nor her brother's or boyfriend's.

"And there he is! The man of the hour!" Dylan's next comments made Gordon turn around. The young man, dressed in black and white, was staring off into the sky. Gordon watched in silence as a cloaked figure landed not far from them. He gave a silent sigh and turned back to the phone in his hand.

"Sorry, I've got to go. Stay safe, Barbara. Both of you." Putting his phone away, Gordon and Batman exchanged handshakes. Dylan stood close by, arms crossed as the city below them was in chaos. "You still know how to make an entrance."

Batman barely blinked. "How's the evacuation going?"

"The Last bus crossed the city limits an hour ago. I'm just glad my little girl got out when she did. Now the real work begins..."

"Any lead on Scarecrow?"

"We don't know if it was Scarecrow," Dylan was the one to answer this time. "But we were tracking an unknown military vehicle speeding through Chinatown. With the evacuation there's just not enough manpower left in the city. They got away."

'If you do find it, tell your men not to engage. I'll deal with it."

"I think not," Dylan turned to the Dark Knight. "I'm the one that found it; I'll take care of it when it's found again."

"This isn't the time to be arguing, Carmichael." Batman growled at the other man.

Dylan gave a huff. "Since my sister isn't here to wipe your ass, I'm gonna have to. There's no way you can handle this all on your own this time, batboy, so just deal with it. The car is mine."

Gordon sighed. Taylor held a dislike for Batman, though that had faded after having to work with the Caped Crusader over the last two years, but it seemed that her brother disliked him just as much as she did beforehand; even worse.

"Do you really think Scarecrow's crazy enough to detonate a chemical weapon in Gotham?"

Batman turned to the Commissioner. "I won't let that happen, Jim." He handed him a special device. "In case you need to reach me. It's going to be a long night."

"Get back inside before you catch a cold out here in this rain, Gordon." Dylan told the older man. "We can't afford for anything to happen to you right now."

Gordon gave a sigh. Dylan was definitely more violent than his sister. He also knew that the younger man wanted a few words with the Dark Knight alone, most likely to fight over who was going to chase down that military vehicle. Deciding to give him what he wanted, Gordon left the roof, leaving the two men alone.

"Have you heard from Taylor since she left?"

Batman turned his head away. "She said that she was okay. She keeps texting me, telling me not to worry, but it's hard."

Dylan leaned his head back and stared at the sky. "Same here."

The relationship that Dylan and Batman held was a cold one. He didn't like that his sister had enjoyed herself while swinging around Arkham City or climbing through the sewers at Arkham Asylum. He feared that his sister would want to become the next Batgirl and, in return, end up the next Barbara Gordon. He was thankful that Taylor happily denied ever putting on one of those ridiculous outfits and was content with her detective work.

The relationship between Dylan and Bruce Wayne, however, was a but more enjoyable, however. Both protective over Taylor, they teased her together when they could and found their interests were similar. They had even gone fishing once. It was strange to see a business man like Bruce Wayne on a small little boat and fishing while enjoying a beer. It was a memory that Dylan was going to keep.

He liked Bruce Wayne. He just hated Batman.

"We need to find Scarecrow as fast as possible and put an end to this sick plan of his," Dylan looked at the man again. "I know you don't like working together, but if you need help just let me know; or Tim or Dick. Someone. You have an entire city tonight, Bruce. Don't be stupid."

"I can handle myself." He told him.

"You only think you can," Dylan replied. "This is different than the events of Arkham City. That was just a section. This is an entire city; New York, basically. You can't do it all alone, no matter what you think." He turned to the stairwell. "Thank God Taylor's not here. She'd grab that damn utility belt you gave her and try and help you."

"I wouldn't let her."

"That's what you said last time, right? Twice. You should know by now that she'll get what she wants. She's try her hardest to help this city; to help you, Bruce. She loves you. Don't ruin that by being stupid and getting yourself killed out there."

Batman watched as the man disappeared inside the building before giving a sigh and turning to the edge of the building.

Tonight really was going to be a long night.

Rejoining the others in the main room, Dylan sipped at a cup of coffee, waiting for patrol to come back before he and Cash would go out next. Gordon had paired the duo up again due to their experience of working together in the Asylum two years ago and Dylan had to be honest that he was glad to see the large, black man again. He was one of the few that Dylan considered to be a friend. He also knew how to calm the ex-marine down in critical situations, like that one time Croc got ahold of another crew member in the Asylum. Cash hated Croc due to his hand but Dylan's rage when people he cared for got hurt was unchangeable.

It was things like that that made him question why he still lived in Gotham. Taylor was a reason for it, no doubt about that, but there was something else; something more to it. Maybe it's because he believed that, no matter where they went, things wouldn't get any better. Each city had it's own demons. Why run to new ones when you knew how to handle the ones you already had to deal with?

"What the hell's the matter with you? Your girlfriend dump you?"

Dylan gave a snort at Cash's voice and set his cup down. "What girlfriend?"

"That one you're always sneaking off to talk to on the roof. You think I don't see you but I do." Cash grinned at his friend. "What's her name?"

"You'd never guess it," The young man rolled his neck. "Any word from Kevins yet?"

"Yeah, he got jumped by some goons. Batman saved him and now he's waiting on a rescue team," Cash sighed. "I'm about to go out there and just beat the hell out of some of these punks."

"I hear that," Dylan agreed, watching as others worked around him. "I don't even need a stick. Just let me go punch a few in the face. Better yet, let me find Penguin or Two Face or Riddler. That would really make my day."

"You're vicious, man," Cash shook his head. "One look at you and they'd shoot you dead. You're the reason Nygma started carrying a gun in the first place, remember?"

Dylan tried his hardest not to grin. The first night on the force, he and Cash had come across Edward Nygma and a group of people that the man had kidnapped to try and play a game with Batman. Dylan had beat the tricky bastard black and blue. Nygma started carrying a gun after that night.

"Yeah, well..." He rolled his head again, trying to stay calm. He was having a hell of a time doing it. He'd never been so...on edge before. Not like this. Was it because of Scarecrow? The city being evacuated? Taylor? Batman? Hell, it was probably a mix of all of it. If anything were to happen to Bruce out there...Taylor would blame herself for not being there to help him. Should he go out there and help Batman tonight? He'd probably get a hell of a lot more accomplished doing that then just hanging out in the station, waiting to move.

"It's a good thing that Taylor planned ahead," Cash commented. "I feel at least a little better knowing that she and Barbara left together. I want them as far away from here as possible tonight."

"Yeah, I...Wait," Dylan turned to look at Cash again. "What do you mean she left with Barbara?"

The other man looked at him like he was crazy. "Sarah left Gotham two days ago to visit her parents, remember? Barbara was by herself. Taylor went to go pick her up before evacuating. She didn't tell you?"

Dylan didn't waste a second. He turned from the large man, heading towards the large doors of the station, anger clear on his face.

"It must have slipped her mind."

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