Disclaimer: I do not own The JSL

A/N: Hi guys! an update finally! sorry for the delay honestly didn't know where to go. My Bruce Wayne is soo different from the usual BW you read on this sight. Personality wise, due to the fact he's kind of experimenting on how he should act in the public eye. But cause the the title of the story says it all. All so some surprising cameos in here for readers as well don't be shy on telling me what you think.

Gotham origins: chapter-7

thunder clapped then a flash of lightning.

Bruce shot forward from his bed blue eyes wide with fear. for a moment he was in that ally way once more he was infront of that damn blasted gun. As his heart rate slowed down he raised a hand to his head closing his eyes numbly looking down at his crumpled up bed sheets.

another clap of thunder resounded rain pounded against his window harshly. He watched the water run down the glass before finally sliding out from his bed. Walking over to his wardrobe grabbed his black robe pauseing when he cuaght sight of himself in the mirror.

He still had a nasty bruise that decorated left shoulder all the way to his collar bone. He'd have to go longed sleeved for go while before that went away.

He put on the robe as he left his bed room. walking down the hallway his attention landed on a portirate of his parents and himself. His mind tried to go to a happy place, a place where no sadness or pain dwelled but...everytime he latched on to a fond memory it always came back to the same end...

"Master Bruce?"

The young heir turned at the sound of the butler's voice. "Alfred, what are you doing up?"

"Natures call. Yourself?" Alfred asked as he came forward dawned in a deep red robe and matching slippers.

Bruce looked back at the portraite. "Couldn't sleep."

the older man frowned. "I can make more ointment for that bruise you know. Or perhaps I can scheduel a massage for you tommorrow morning."

Bruce remained staring at the picture his tone some what defeated. "No I'll be fine.

Alfred took note of the others behaviour coming upbeside him. he too looked up at the portraite.

"I see your father in you everyday...They both would be very proud of you sir."

"I sure hope so...Bruce simply placed a hand on the butlers shoulder. "Good night Alfred."

"You too sir."

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Clark looked at his reflection through the ticket booth window then stepped back. adjusting his glasses he looked up at the faded movie display above him A hiss was heard then a crash as a lid was knocked down across the street bringing his attention to an ally.

Pausing for a car to drive by he crossed the street. Stopping to see a white and brown cat disappeare behind the trash bin he swallowed hard as he stared down the allyway. even though it was midday the ally was dark in more ways then one. as he ventured further down he realized that something bad happened here.

Clark suddenly stopped as he saw faint outline of something on the pavement old been there for years but he saw it large stains. His heart began to race faster as his brain registered what it was...this was the place he'd found it. crime ally.

"Hey you!"

Nearly jumping out of his skin he turned around to face the person but no one behind him. then a whistle that caused him to look up just in time to be pounced upon.

"You are either stupid or new? Judging by the expensive suit and the way you smell, I say both." the woman whispered in his ear.

Clark was in a bind he could easily aprehend this woman but...not as Clark kent. "My wallet is in my left pant pocket. take it."

"Such a gentleman. I've been watching you from a far now you have nothing I want." she cooed out.

Clark swallowed as she leaned closer. "Then what is it then?"

"I want to know why your skulking around here blue eyes. Crime ally isn't for men like you unless you're looking for trouble."

"I-I-I'm a reporter. It's my job to look for a story." Clark quickly replied.

"This story was dried up a long time ago. A word to the wise hang around these parts long enough you'll soon find you'll become the next headline on Gotham Gazette. Stay out of Gotham if you know what's good for you fly boy."

Clark flinched as she pressed hard on his back and was up and gone. getting to his feet he caught sight of a pair of legs and a tail disappearing up the fire escape.

"Wow."

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Bruce emerged with a beautiful red head on his right arm clad in a rather revealing zebra print dress and stellto heels out of his limo greated by the obnoxious flashes of the Daily Planet press. this was his fourth trip to metropolis and yet the hype hadn't died down in fact it seemed like it was getting worse. All he had to do was get to the hotel entrance...how hard could that be thirty feet away, bloodthirsty mob blocking his access, he glanced slightly at Alfred who simply remained stoic by the car door. now he places it cool.

Gathering himself he made his way through the crowd of questioning reporters. "I have nothing to say at this time. Excuse me."

For what seemed like eternity he entered the hotel lobby. letting a sigh of relief.

"They are sooo annoying." a voice stated causing him to turn meeting face to face with a young man leaning against a pillar clad in blue jeans a red shirt and grey leather jacket. His short blond hair stlyed neatly a few strands hanging at the front.

Bruce looked about him then back at the man. "If you want an autograph I don't do that."

"Good cause I don't want it. What I would like is a moment of your time." he said coming up to him.

Bruce looked at his watch moving away from him the red head leaning against his body like an ordiment.. "That I am short on perhaps another-"

"I can't do that." the other interrupted.

"Not my problem. Bruce shot back making to move passed him but was stopped when the blond held up his hand pressing it up against his chest.

"Well make it your problem."

Bruce blinked down at the hand then back at the man. straightening he stuffed a hand in his pocket.

"Listen..."

"Barry...Barry Allen." Barry said.

"Mr. Allen. I don't know you nor do I care to know you. So what ever reason you have to stop me here is a waste of your and most importantly my time. If it's truly important leave a message with my secetary. I'll get back to you as soon as I can." bruce siad clapping him on the shoulder giving him a rather arrogant smile.

Barry opened his mouth then closed it as the billionaire pushed passed him. From around the corner Hal came up beside him. watching as the duo as they stood at the elevators.

"Sooo how did it go?"

"Yeah, Clark is way off base. This guy not the Batman prowling Gotham streets at night."

"Where to next? Hal asked as they left the lobby.

"Lunch but don't tell the big guy that." Barry warned his friend.

"Mum's the word.

Meanwhile, Bruce pulled away from the woman taking out his wallet he handed her three hundred dollars.

"Back exit is to your left I believe."

The red head took the wad of cash. "Easiest pay I've ever made. Too bad you and I really would have a good time."

Bruce simply pressed the up button on the elevator as she did what was asked of her. as he waited his mind could help but go back to the stranger. Clearly not here for a social call he was fishing for something made evident by his friend lurking in behind the postcard display.

Luthor's spys? no...something else. the elvetor door opened to reveal a pair of slender legs clad in a navey blue business out fit her black hair pulled back in a loose pony tail her attention on a tablet in her hands.

Great the last person he needed to meet. maybe she wouldn't notice. As he walked in and the elvators closed he pressed the 20th floor...so far no response.

The music happily droned on over the speaker. "Here for another visit I see."

Bruce fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Hardly call it that."

"We'll last time I saw you I thought you'd stay low for awhile." Lois said as she tapped away on her device.

"Not that type of person." Bruce stated as he watched the floor numbers go up.

"No you love the attention and the media loves you. Tell me how much did you pay the red headed eye candy?"

Bruce looked over at her. "Excuse me?"

Lois showed him the picture on her tablet. "Hard to hide things from the press."

"I don't see how that's any of your business." Bruce shot back.

"So you're not denying that you paid her. Is she a prostitute?" Lois asked her tone accuseing.

the billionaire looked at her straight in the eyes. "Do you really think that poorly of me?"

"Evidence supports what I think."

"Ever heard of don't jump to conclusions?" Bruce challenged.

"Ever heard of it's fact that all you type love to play the part of casanova woman fall over men with power and money. that is fact. It makes me sick."

The elevator doors opened on his floor. "That maybe true but as I recall it wasn't that long ago you were on a dance floor dipping in this casanova's arms.

the reporter blinked at him speechless a ghoct of a grin on his lips. "Have a good day Ms. Lane."

Just as the doors were about to close she popped out. "HOLD IT! That night I remember declining your offer to dance with you."

Bruce turned. "And yet..."

"And yet what?"

"And yet you excepted. If I repulse you so greatly then why did you bother."

Lois crossed her arms. "I-I needed information."

"About Luthor Corp and myself." Bruce stated resting his hands in his pant pockets.

Lois narrowed her eyes. "You don't believe me?!"

"Oh, yes. of course I do. Now if you excuse me I have some real business to attend to." Bruce concluded.

Lois let out a huff at the patronizing remark. cursing under her breath she stalked down the hallway

Boom! a blast sent both of them flying in seprate directions. the lights flickering as the debris crumbled and crumbled around the area.

emerging from the mess was several clown masked men with large sacks and at the head of it was a man with vibran green hair and a sinsiter red smile...

A/N:Well... thoughts?