Batman Begins: The First Mission
A/N: I'm return! So, for some reason one of the chapters I thought I posted two weeks ago wasn't posted, so that's why I did a double update last week, and I hope that won't happen again since it was annoying for me. Any how, please post reviews to let me know what you think, and try not to be mean since it does hurt my feelings when people are rude in their reviews, and also remember that the Pearson's (Philip and Julia) and Pearson Pharmaceuticals aren't in the actual movie since I created them.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Batman or from Batman Begins; I only own the characters that I created.
CHAPTER NINE: POLICE CHASE
Inside the Batmobile, Batman was driving and Rachel was hanging onto the harness, terrified; a cop car pulled across the alley and the dark knight hit the accelerator, making it speed forward.
The two cops in the car gaped at the Batmobile and braced themselves as the tank smashed into their car, its' huge front tires crushing the bonnet as it bounced right over in a messy display of brute force; the Batmobile then took off down the street while the two cops in the crushed car stared in shock, scrunched down in their seats.
One of them grabbed the radio and called it in, glad that the radio still worked. "He's in a vehicle!"
`"Make and color?"`
"It's a black…" the cop began, exchanged a look with his partner, who shrugged, unsure of how to describe what had just ran them over "…tank."
`"Tank?"`
Meanwhile, the Batmobile was weaving around traffic, dodging the freeway supports; inside, Rachel was braced against the dash, breathing fast, and was staring at the road ahead, which seemed to be moving past at an impossible speed in her mind.
"You've been poisoned," Batman told her. "Stay calm." And he checked the intricate GPS display before returning his attention to the road ahead.
The Batmobile raced over the roads, jumping lights, nimbly dodging through the cross-traffic, and soon two cop cars joined the pursuits from the cross streets, their lights blazing and sirens blaring; Batman saw them in the rear-view monitor and flipped a switch, which caused the Batmobile to drop spike strips onto the road.
The cop cars hit them, making the tires explode, and the rims sparked as they grinded and skidding sideways into each other while the Batmobile disappeared into the distance.
Further down the road, an impatient cop was on the radio. "At least tell me what it looks like," he demanded and his eyes went wide when the Batmobile roared past. "Never mind."
Soon the Batmobile shot out from under the elevated freeway and it was hit by a spotlight from a chopper; Batman glanced at a row of buttons, each one had a tiny screen that was showing a different view, and he pushed one so that the view flickered onto the main display.
By this point, Rachel was hyperventilating.
"Breath slowly," he instructed. "Close your eyes."
Rachel did close her eyes for a moment and then snapped them back open. "That's worse!"
Batman was distracted when three cop cars pulled across the intersection in an attempt to form a roadblock and he touched the GPS screen so that the map became three-dimensional, showing the heights of buildings and levels of streets; he then had the Batmobile skid into a turn and headed through the entrance to a multi-level parking garage, taking out the ticket machine and barrier.
The Batmobile raced upward through the structure, the car's enormous width taking out pillars at every turn; inside Rachel flinched away from the pillars.
"What're you doing?!" she screamed.
"Shortcut," Batman answered shortly while the cop cars had troubles with the downed pillars, which were hindering the chase.
It wasn't long before the Batmobile roared out onto the top level and was lit up again by the chopper as it reversed into a spot marked "compact", crushing the cars on either side, and then raced forward just as the cop cars emerged onto the roof, blocking the only way down, and it screeched to a halt.
Trapped.
Inside, Batman examined his 3D GPS, considered his options, and then glanced at Rachel, who recoiled, terrified by his mask, and began clawing at her harness to escape.
`"Turn off your engine!"` one of the cops outside ordered over a megaphone.
Ignoring the cops, the dark knight gently put a gloved hand on Rachel's arm. "Trust me," he instructed before activating a command that slid him into the front driving position, his body prone as if riding a motorcycle with his head in a glass pod that was located between the front wheels.
Once Batman was in position, he hit a button.
The cops gaped as cannons emerged from the nose of the Batmobile, and duck as they blasted the far wall; the massive jet engine at the back ignited as flaps on the front and rear of the car flared out like a python spreading its neck, and then it rocketed forward for the gap in the far wall accelerating.
Inside, Rachel screamed as Batman hit another button and an inverted spoiler jammed into the airstream the front, sending it into a rampless jump, and the Batmobile soared over a thirty-foot gap to land heavily on a neighboring flat roof; back at the parking garage, the cops stared at each other, open-mouthed.
How were they going to explain this to their superiors?
Meanwhile, Batman yanked the steering left, hit the booster, rocketed for the edge of roof, and shot over the gap to the next roof, with the chopper in pursuit once again; the dark knight check his 3D GPS, rocketed forward, aiming at the next roof, which was a pitched chateau-style tile roof.
Down below on the streets, the cop cars were zooming along, paralleling the rooftop chase while the chopper swoop low over the buildings, and the cops below caught a glimpse of the Batmobile as it leapt across to the next building.
`"We're on him, we're on him…"`
The Batmobile landed on the pitched roof, raced along it at a precarious angle, tiles sliding off the roof in its wake; inside, Batman's forward-slung position was gyroscopically balanced so that he was the only vertical element in the angled car, and he was still being caused by the low-flying chopper.
He swerved the car up and over the gables, the roof crumbling in its wake, and was racing for the end of the roof, which was parallel with an elevated freeway; hitting the booster once again, the Batmobile rocketed forward, jumped the last gable, and dropped onto the freeway, forcing traffic to serve to avoid it.
Below on the streets, the cops all cursed when they saw the Batmobile disappear on the freeway above.
"Dammit!"
Batman watched the display, which showed a radar sweep that was plotting a course through the different speeds of the lanes, and he leaned left and right like a motorcyclist while the chopper above kept a light trained on him; around him the traffic was getting heavier and there was several cop cars closing in from behind.
The dark knight lifted himself back into the rear driving position, throttled back, and then killed all the lights and the engine.
The chopper pilot cursed when, to him, the Batmobile disappeared into the shadows like a wraith.
"I lost him."
There was silence inside the car, save for the steady whine of the electric motor; Rachel, who'd been dozing, started at the sudden quiet, her eyes flickering as Batman sliced across the lanes like a shadow that was only visible when it broke the glare of other cars' headlights, and ahead of them, the cop cars pulled forward until they were driving parallel with an empty lane between them.
Rachel stared at the dark knight in the intimate quiet with wide eyes, and she was breathing shallowly.
"Quiet," Batman whispered. "Stay with me."
Meanwhile, the cops were searching for the Batmobile with growing frustration of losing a car that was the size of a tank so easily.
"Where'd he-?" a cop began, looking left he saw between his car and the next cop car, a black shape. "There he is!"
When the spotlight hit the car, Batman immediately hit a button and the main engine roared to life as he slipped back into the prone position, and hit the booster once again.
The cops were startled when the Batmobile's lights suddenly turned back on and it shot forward from between them, the jet wash blasted their windscreens, shattering them, and the nearest cop car spun out of its lane and slammed into the guard rail; the black car raced ahead, once again weaving through traffic.
The Batmobile slid onto a tightly curving exit ramp, flew off it, and jumped down onto the frontage road below.
Once again, Batman killed the lights, now running on night vision, and Rachel's eyes were flickering at the eerie green view of ghostly trees as her shallow breathing got faster.
"Hold on," the dark knight requested, concerned. "Just hold on." And he yanked a lever that released an ground anchor that dug into the road, whipping the Batmobile right in a hard turn, down a small turnoff, and the chopper lost it once again and so did the cop cars that blazed past the turnoff.
Inside the Batmobile, Rachel was crying as the trees that were flashing past and were turning monstrous in her drugged mind.
"Rachel?" Batman asked and glanced at her when she didn't answer. "Rachel?!" he yelled when he saw that she was blacking out again, and he return his attention to the road and a lookout, which was located over a river gorge; he pushed the Batmobile so that it was speeding toward the lookout.
Rachel's glazed eyes registered the danger and she began twisting in her seat, panicking.
The Batmobile rocketed off the edge of the lookout, over the gorge, and flew straight at the face of a waterfall.
Rachel screamed as they splashed into the face of waterfall – and emerged through the curtain of water and into the batcave; the Batmobile's ground anchors hooked a steel cable, which caused an inertia reel that was bolted the cave wall to start spinning, and it yanked the car to a halt like a jet landing on an aircraft carrier.
Rachel bounced in her seat and then passed out, much to Batman's alarm.
"Rachel!" he yelped as the canopy hissed open in three complex sections, like insect wings imploding; the dark knight lifted her from the cockpit, stepped down onto the wet shale, and carried her into the damp blackness of the caverns.
Cloak billowing in his wake, Batman headed for the glow of his worktable, gently lay Rachel on it, and then racked up the scaffold to his computer station; there was a container waiting for him, along with paperwork from Lucius, and he opened it, finding three vials inside.
He removed one, plugged it into a pneumatic syringe, put the syringe between his teeth, glided off the scaffold, and landed next to the table; removing the syringe form his mouth, he injected it into Rachel's bicep, and then stepped back and watched as her breathing began to slow.
The antidote was working.
A/N: Talk about your wild ride! R&R everyone!