Young Justice: The Black Bat Begins
InfiniteWriter
Teaser
Fifty-Second Floor Hallway
Himalayan Mountains, Tibet
January 26, 2016
00:00
Batman slowly made his way through the hallway. Prepared with the information from David Cain's personal computer, he know of his daughter's abilities. David Cain, he pondered. One of my former teachers decided to join the League of Shadows. David Cain was highly skilled. It was only naturally that Bruce met him during his travels as a young man. He came off as rude, unkind, and nerve-wracking to Bruce because they were so alike. But there was one thing that separated them.
He wasn't a killer.
Bruce had promised himself and his parents that he would never go that low. He didn't even use guns because to him, it meant coming close to killing someone. And the fact that his parents were taken away from him because of a gun. He rarely told anyone about his travels or his training. The first person he told was Alfred. He had previously had a bad night, and he revealed the story about David Cain. Alfred had asked why would he train under a killer. He, personally, did not know himself, but he gave Alfred an answer. He told Alfred that, "Knowing how to kill doesn't mean you must kill."
He silently made his way past numerous rooms. In Cain's logs, he had admitted that he had an obsession with planing ahead. That resulted in a strong desire to have a successor. He didn't have the means to succeed in his goals, but when he heard of Ra's plan about creating the perfect, human weapon, he saw his chance. With Ra's approval and money, he went ahead with his dream.
"I could finally do it," he wrote in his log. "I would have the perfect child, a child born and raised to learn my language, the language of violence."
By Cain's own personal records, he had failed many times. The children couldn't handle the intense training. They went crazy and eventually, killed themselves. He came close to accomplishing his dream with a child that became known as Mad Dog. Sooner, rather than later, Mad Dog failed, too. He was more animal than child. Ra's gave an order to have him killed after Cain presented the child to him. Cain was not known to give up. He was too stubborn. After a couple of years of multiple failures and disappointments, he found his answer in genetics.
He arrived at the child's door. It was made of titanium from Batman's observations; it also held multiple locks. Deciding not to bring out his computer again, he reached toward a small pouch on his utility belt. He pulled out a small USB drive. Plugging it into the port on the door, he took a step back as the tool did its job. The USB drive was equipment with a new program that Nightwing had created. The program was designed to bypass any locking mechanism. Dick explained that the program was basically all his hacking programs created to unlock doors sewn together. "It saves me the trouble with unlocking doors," he said. "Plus, squads without a hacker don't have to blow their cover because they couldn't quietly open a door."
In less in sixteen seconds, the program had done its job. Batman unplug it and placed it back into his belt. He pushed the door open to reveal a concrete corridor. Silently walking through it, he came to an Asian themed door. He pushed that door open, too. He walked into a concrete room with wooden panels that covered the walls. Surprisingly, they had decorations placed on them. They had the same theme as the door. Her mother must be a Asian decent, he thought while inspecting the walls.
He walked through all the rooms then walked back to the supposed bedroom. These conditions aren't the worst I seen before, he thought. But where is the child? While on his walk-through, he found signs that someone was here. There were clothes recently used laying on the floor. The steel tub in the bathroom still held water with fading soap studs. I know for sure that the training room in the back was used.
Batman's thoughts were put to a stop when he was suddenly punched in the face from above.
Gotham City Police Headquarters
Gotham City, New Jersey
July 01, 2017
00:00
The sky was black. The only source of light were from the many tall buildings of the city. The air was humid and stuffy. You could almost choke on the stuff. The city was filled with sirens, screams, and gunshots. Gotham City is a dark foreboding metropolis. Superman has stated that he was not particularly fond of Gotham. He said that it was like someone built a nightmare out of metal and stone. He was correct.
But Gotham does house innocent people; it was Batman's job to protect those people. It was also Black Bat's duty to help him.
As the Bat Signal lit up the sky, the two silent Bats toke off. They were synchronized. They both jump, leaped, and swing at the same time. It was an interesting dance. It reminded Batman of his first partner, Dick Grayson. They were once synchronized, too. The keyword being once. They had a fallout and he went off own his own. Dick passed the Robin Mantle on to Jason Todd and toke own the identity of Nightwing.
But I have Cassandra now, Bruce told himself. He looked over to Cass while in mid-jump. She had changed a lot since last year. She was now fourteen and had grown to be five-foot-six. Cassandra wore a full body suit that include a mask that covered her whole face. Her gold bat emblem extended from the stomach to stretch across the chest up to the shoulders then tucked into her black cape. She also had a box-n-capsule styled utility belt.
Batman discreetly grinned. He would never admit it, but he glad to have another partner to add to his 'Bat Family'.
With the Bat Signal in their line of sight, they sped up their dance. Smiling under her mask, Cassandra suddenly drop low between two buildings. She grab onto a ladder that was attached to the Gotham City Police Headquarters building. She climbed up the ladder to get to the roof. She flip onto the roof and melted into the shadows. She could have used her grappling hook, but Cassandra Cain is not the one to use tech when she could do it myself. Batman could never break that quirk of hers.
Batman, who used his grappling hook, landed in a crouch right behind Commissioner Gordan. He didn't even hear him come up. Bruce walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
Gordan jumped and turned around. He grabbed his chest, faking a heart attack.
AN: Sadly, this is not a real chapter, BUT it is a sneak peek of chapter three AND four. I would have updated sooner, but who knew that high school could kick ass?! Trying to stay at the top of the class is a twenty-four hour job! Please, don't forget this story. I am still writing. It is just going to take a lot of hard work on my part.
Until I return in a (hopefully) flash, read, review, and/or PM!
To Victory Goddess: Thanks! I love Cass and I nearly died when I heard she wasn't in the New 52.