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A/N: Hey, another update! I'm shocked two in a row? that's crazy! Well I finally had some thoughts on where to go with it that's why! Hopefully people will start reading it again. Excuse the occassional H bomb but I think it suits Jonathan's personality in this universe.(I do not swear in normal life it is strictly a writers choice) . AU fics are hard to get reviews and fans to read. So thank you soo much for any type of support for my wierd ideas ;) Anyway thanks read on!
The Catalyst-7
Jonathan felt his hands shake as he pointed his gun at the dark figure before him reminding himself that he only had two rounds left. Then Bruce bolted forward shocking the farmer using the pipe like a highjumper would do at the olympics straight for the batman both disappearing into the darkness and smoke.
"Terrific." he muttered as he heard struggiling and a few punches served.
Jonathan pointed the gun back and forth catching glimpses here and there of a body. Finally he just fired.
Hearing a gasp and to his amazement he hit the right target. the batman clutched his shoulder his jaw clenched in pain giving bruce the opprotunity to pin the figure to the ground with his foot.
As Jonathan stepped forward resting his gun on his left shoulder a smug smile on his face bruce gave a unamused look.
"What I knw what I was doing." he stated as Bruce reached out removing the cowl from the man's head.
Both Jonathan and Bruce were shocked to see the face glaring back at them. for different reasons. His black hair was little longer than Bruce his brown eyes darker than he remembered...but then again he was much older than he was now.
Once Jonathan snapped out of it. he was not cool.
"Thomas what the HELL?!"
"Nice to see you too John." Thomas stated coldly as he got to his feet.
"Mind telling me what you're doing here? I thought you were in Washington."
Thomas glanced over at John. "I never went to Washington."
"Excuse me what?" Johnathan replied trying to get a hold of what he was hearing.
Thomas simply looked at the wound on his shoulder before heading down the hallway. Jonathan hurried after him.
"You've been in Gotham for the last three years?!"
"Yes." Thomas replied as he entered what Bruce recognized to be his confrence room.
"Doing what?!"
"This." came his reply
Thomas opened the door to a converted area that was filled with a variety gadgetry, artillery, and everything in between.
Jonathan picked up what looked to be a glorified scanner you used at a supermarket. Jonathan gave an incredilous look at the other man as he opened a first aid kit.
Jonathan handed Bruce his gun. "Hey hold this for me for a moment."
Bruce took it numbly as Jonathan walked over to Thomas. "Hey Thomas."
Thomas turned to face the farmer in time to recieve a hard right hook to the jaw sending him crashing into a rack. before Jonathan grabbed him by the front of his suit and slammed him against the wall.
"You are really something else. hiding away here building toys while your wife has struggled on her. own. to. survive!" Jonathan emphasized as he slammed him against the wall.
"I haven't been hiding!" Thomas shot back.
"Really?! what do you call it?" Jonathan demanded.
"...Stratizing."
Jonathan gave an incredilous look as it dawned on him his friends intent. Thomas swiped the back of his hand over his mouth as the farmer glared at him.
"Stratizing?! You think you can go up agianst those creatures...Johnathan picked up a batarang holding it infront of the doctor... "With these...WHAT THE HELL THOMAS?!"
Thomas crossed his arms. "It's called a batarang. It's quite effective if you know how to use it."
Jonathan mouth gaped open. "A bata-what?"
Thomas took the weapon out of the other man's hand setting it back on the table. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"No I'll tell you what I understand. Your wife has just been taken and who god only knows what is being done to her while-"
Thomas met Jonathan's eyes. "Martha's been taken?"
"YES! you idiot." Jonathan snapped.
Thomas expression darkened his anger thrust upon the farmer pushing him hard against the wall.
"YOU. Don't you dare blame this on me. She was at the manor safe when I left her. I have kept a close eye on her ever since." Thomas seethed.
"Well not close enough." Jonathan shot back shoving the arm that pinned him off his chest.
After tense moment of silence. Thomas looked over at Jonathan. "You were bringing her supplies, she had everything she needed. Why did she leave?"
Jonathan gave an exsaperated sigh. "I didn't want to. it all started with him.."
Both Thomas and Jonathan turned thier attention to Bruce who had remianed silent through the whole discussion. A strong sense of euphoria was setting light headedness dizziness. Thomas walked around the edge of the table coming over to him.
"Who..."
This wasn't right...none of it was...he had to wake up...
Suddenly sound came rushing back to him along with a searing pain sharp pain. As he was met his fathers eyes. He became more unsteady with surroundings all he saw was Anger, worry, confusion pooling inside those brown orbs.
"I asked you a question." Thomas demanded.
Bruce could only say the one thing that was truly on his mind..
"Dad."
Thomas and Jonathan shared a confused look at the weak response. Then Thomas suddenly found himself supporting Bruce in his arms as he let out pained gasp before he fell unconcious.
Jonathan quickly came to his aid helping him lay Bruce down. Thomas looked over Bruce. then he looked at Jonathan.
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
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When day broke Jonathan had led the way through the streets while Thomas carried Bruce over his shoulder. Pushing through the iron gate they made there way through the sleet up the drive way.
Jonathan. looked over at Thomas. "Your house. Sure this is a good idea."
"This isn't a simple collapse. he needs proper care." Thomas stated.
The farmer nodded opening the door. they both quickly entered Jonathan shivered. "Yikes I hate Gotham post invasion. weather stunk then stinks now."
Thomas grunted shifting bruce so he was lying in his arms. I'm going to set him up in the lounge find blankets."
"Sure thing doc." Jonathan replied uncertainly.
As the young doctor laid him down on the ground he froze at the sight of women's boots in the corner on the floor. Turning his head to see the slight glow of embers in the fire place. He slowly straightened as he felt a prescence behind him...
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"Blankets...Blankets..right." Jonathan muttered as he searched in different rooms.
then as he turned the corner into the library he was met smacked dab with a man a lit cigarette in his mouth and for the first time in his life Jonathan was staring down the barrel of a gun!
A/N: Oo? Say what?
Yeah so next chapter there will be actually some ...da dada da da da da dada dadada.
It's hard! when it's not a usual SUPE! OK
anyway. tell me your thoughts.
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