Chapter 2
Commissioner Gordon walked into Gotham City Hall and sighed. He got called up to Mayor Garcia's office and Gordon was not looking forward to it. Gordon walked into the mayor's office. "You wanted to see me?" he asked. Garcia looked up from his papers on his desk. "Yes, Jim. Sit down." Gordon sat in the chair in front of his desk. "What is it you wanted to see me about?" Garcia looked at Gordon. "It's about these throat slashings." Gordon adjusted his glasses. "What about them?" "I want this maniac off the streets quickly. I'm up for reelection and the last thing I need is for the people of Gotham to think their mayor can't protect them." Gordon sat up in his seat. "We're doing everything we can, sir." "I understand that. I also want the media to know as little as possible. We don't want hysteria roaming the city like the incident with The Joker." Gordon nodded, thinking back to those events four years ago. The Joker nearly sent the city into madness and chaos, turning the city's white knight, Harvey Dent, into a killer like him. Many people died, but the biggest blow was Batman taking the blame for Harvey's murders so that what he did wasn't undone. "But these killings are escalating. I don't know how much longer it's going to be before the media knows the full story." Garcia got up from his chair and walked over to his window, looking out. "Then I suggest you find this son of a bitch quickly." Gordon sighed and got up; knowing that arguing with the Mayor would do no good. He left city hall hoping that Batman would be able to figure out who the killer is.
Alfred walked into the master bedroom of Wayne Manor with a tray of food. "Master Wayne?" He called out. He was nowhere in sight. Alfred put the tray down and went into the next room. He pushed keys on the piano, the bookcase sliding over to reveal an elevator shaft. Alfred got in the elevator and rode it down into the lower foundations of Wayne Manor. Exiting out of the elevator, Alfred walked into the dark cave, seeing Bruce Wayne sitting in front of the main computer. "Do you ever sleep, Master Wayne?" Alfred asked. Bruce chuckled a little bit. "Only when it's necessary." He was working on the computer for most of the night. "You know, sleep actually can help you work." Bruce barely paid attention. "Trust me, I know Alfred, but these throat slashings are escalating at a rapid pace. More are happening as the weeks go by." Alfred sighed. He watched Bruce take on all manner of criminals, from mob bosses to psychotic killers. Bruce pointed at the screen. "Hmmm, there is something odd about these slashings." Bruce said examining a picture of the latest victim. "These slashings look like they were done post mortem." Alfred looked at the picture. "Meaning that…?" "These slashes were made to cover up whatever the killer was really doing. Whoever this is, they really don't want anyone to know who they are or what they're doing." Alfred nodded. "Seems like we got a meticulous killer amongst us." Bruce got up from his seat. "Seems that way." They both made their way back up to the manor. "By the way, you have a 4:00 'o clock board meeting at Wayne Tower." Bruce went into his room and rummaged through his closet, "My work never ends, huh Alfred?" Bruce said jokingly. "Never, sir."
In the dark and dank sewers of Gotham, two figures dragged a group of girls through the sewers to the main chamber. The girls had their mouths tapped and looked like they hadn't bathed in quite awhile. "We brought you the best we could find, Master." One of the figures said. "Runaways straight from the bus terminal." A dark figure emerged from the shadows. "Are any of them on drugs?" "No, Master. They have no needle marks on them." The figure walked into the light, his red eyes glistening. "Then bring them…." He grinned, showing his elongated fangs. " Closer."
