Chapter 11! I own nothing but the plot
Bruce and company made their way out of the main Arkham Mansion and onto the Arkham mansion's yard. It was raining very hard, but Bruce wasn't worried about that. Getting back to Gotham to get to Alfred, Luscious, and Selena were all top priority.
"Gordon we need a way back to Gotham NOW!" Bruce yelled.
Gordon knew Bruce was in a hurry and didn't let Bruce's tone bother him. Being in Bruce's shoes, his tone and behavior would be the same.
"I'll call a chopper Bruce." Gordon said calmly and Bruce nodded.
"Hello? GCPD this is commissioner Gordon! We need a chopper to Arkham Island this instant!"
No response.
"Hello? Hello!" Gordon yelled. Still no response. Gordon started to get worried. "Batman. No one is responding." Gordon said nervously. Batman looked up at the sky. Gordon didn't know what to do. But thought of something.
"Wait Bruce. Didn't you get here in a van? We can use that to get back!" Gordon said trying to hide his excitement.
"No." Bruce said. "That's why I never mentioned it. The van crashed when it got here."
"We can use my boat Bruce." Jason said. "Unfortunately it only holds two."
"Use it to get Gordon back to Gotham. I'll find a way to get myself, Robin, and Scarecrow back to Gotham." Bruce said.
"No Bruce. They both need medics. It's better for us to go and Gordon call for help!" Jason retorted.
While Bruce and Jason argued Gordon looked back down at the ground. Then his walkie started to fuzz.
"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Commissioner?" A voice said.
Gordon looked up at Bruce and then back at his walkie.
"Yes Yes! Commissioner Gordon here! Who am I speaking with?" Gordon said excited.
"Oh thank god! This is Officer Harrison! Where are you?" The voice said.
"Arkham Island! We need a chopper! Me and Batman! We also need a medic for Scarecrow and Robin!" Gordon said.
"R..r...right away sir!" Officer Harrison said.
"A chopper is on the way Bruce." Gordon said calmly.
"Good. Come on Bruce. Gordon will be fine." Jason said.
Bruce looked at Jason and nodded his head. He and Jason walked towards the edge of the island where Jason's boat was. Bruce was walking ahead of Jason, rather quickly too. He could only imagine what Bruce was feeling right now. His identity revealed and his partner dead and there's still wondering what happened to Luscious and Alfred.
Finally they got to the docks where Jason had his watercraft.
"Go on Bruce. Get in the bottom cockpit. It's like a passenger seat, you won't have to co-pilot." Jason instructed.
Jason opened up both of the cockpits and entered the top cockpit and Bruce the bottom. The watercraft was like a rocket ship on water. It was a dark blue mainly and wine red at the tips. It had what looked like three boosters stacked like a pyramid on the back and three fins: one on the top and two on the bottom left and right corners. All sharply pointed at the tips. The front was finely pointed, it looked as if it could pierce anything it came into contact with.
"Where'd you get this?" Bruce asked.
"You'd be amazed what a private army can get you. And a few connections." Jason responded.
Bruce looked at the vessel as he sat down in the cockpit. It was truly impressive what Jason had done for himself. He still wished things had gone differently between them.
"Alright Bruce let's go." Jason said.
Bruce sat down in the vessel, Jason closed the clear windows over their heads, and started it up. It sounded beautiful the way everything kicked into gear and was very smooth, it reminded Bruce of his BatWing. After a few adjustments Jason pushed down on the gas slowly and got it moving into a clear position. It was a very smooth ride on the rather rough waters from the heavy rain this night. Once Jason got into position he set a course straight for Miagani Island.
"Hang on Bruce. This thing takes off at 100mph, but you shouldn't worry, the insides of this vessel are so protective, the most you'll feel is a jerk." Jason informed.
Bruce buckled up and prepared for launch. The rocket powered vessel shot off very fast and Bruce did feel the jerk, but it didn't bother him, he was used to this speed from his BatWing, which was much faster. They got to Miagani Island in less than five minutes, but the ride felt so much longer. Bruce couldn't stop thinking about Robin. He didn't deserve any of this. He was a young man with goals and dreams, one dream being to marry the commissioner's daughter and move away from Gotham to raise a family of his own. He wouldn't have that now. And neither would Barbara, not with him, she deserved just as much for her hard work too.
Bruce thought about how his failures caused Dick to leave him, got Barbara paralyzed, Jason blown up, and now, Tim killed. He looked down. Drops of water dropping onto his suit pants, tear drops. From his seat Jason could see Bruce and thought about that night Joker blew him up.
FLASHBACK
The crowbar smacked Jason's face back and forth and forth and back. Jason wondered how many times he had been hit. He lost count at 40. How wasn't he dead yet? How come he didn't succumb to any head related injuries or trauma? This had to be a sign he'd last until Bruce showed up.
"Woooooo you are a fighter aren't ya! You just WON'T WHACK DIE WHACK." Joker said. Hitting him viciously between words.
Jason's face was a bloody mess and he was sure his nose and jaw were probably broken. Also missed a few teeth. Eventually Joker stopped.
"You know what kid! I'm bored of you! So we'll play another game!" Joker said excitedly.
Jason put his head on the cold, disgusting asylum floor. Thinking about what Joker could possibly have in store next. Except Joker didn't do anything but put the crowbar away and then walked over towards the door.
"It's called Wait for the Bat! Well, I couldn't think of a better name so whatever! The goal of the game is to wait for the Bat to arrive! The timer is set for one hour! When the timer runs out...BOOOOM! AHHH HAHAHAHAHA! I'll see you later bird boy! Or maybe I won't! Depends on the Bat and if he's with your replacement...ooooo hoo hoo hoo hahahahaha!"
The put on a coat and left the asylum. All Jason could do was look up at the door through blurred eyes. He had one hour to try to get out, but how when he was this weak. He knew an hour wouldn't be necessarily too long so he did the only thing he could. Go for the door. Every single inch he dragged himself on the floor was hell, and he felt himself get weaker from the loss of blood. After a few minutes he finally got to the door and shimmied up to press his back against it. Then he turned around and grabbed the handle with his chained hands. He attempted to turn it. Locked. He looked at the clock. 55:00. He turned back around with his back on the door again and struggled to breathe. Every minute that went by, his hatred for Bruce grew and grew until he finally knew, Bruce wasn't coming for him.
The clock was at 23:00 now. And he turned around to try the door one last time. He turned it harder this time. Click. Unlocked. His heart started to beat faster with excitement, maybe he didn't turn it hard enough last time. When he pulled the door, simultaneously a string pulled on a key in the timer which shot the time down to just a mere minute. He looked at the timer and his excited expression turned into an emotionless, dead expression. He was tired. Over a year with this maniac, forced to do ungodly things. He sat back against the door once more and thought about his adventures with Bruce and how the Joker convinced him that he was replaced. With the grit of his teeth and one last yell,
"DAMN YOU BRUCE!" Jason yelled.
BOOM
FLASHBACK OVER
'I never actually listened to what you had to say Bruce. You told me why you never came to save me, but I was blinded by Joker's mind games. The next time I get an explanation I'm all ears. That and only that will determine how our partnership goes.' Jason thought to himself.
They pulled into the port of Miagani island. Jason turned of the ignition and opened the cockpits. Jason was the first one out. Bruce stayed in still looking down.
"Come on Bruce we need to go." Jason said.
Bruce looked up with tears running down his face. Jason had never seen him like this, it surprisingly hit hard.
"Bruce. Let's go." Jason said more demanding.
Bruce wiped his eyes and looked at Jason.
"Sorry..Jason." Bruce looked at his mask for a moment and then put it on. Jason did the same with his high-tech red hood mask.
'I'm on my way Lucius you'd better be alright. I can't lose anyone else.' Bruce thought.
WITH PYG
Back with Pyg, they had taken care of all their stops and were driving away from Gotham. They stopped when they reached the end of the bridge that connected Gotham with a neighboring city. Pyg and Janoz got out of the car and looked at the city.
"Well my son! Twas the end of our stay in Gotham! She treated us very well!" Pyg said.
Pyg walked over to the trunk and opened it. Inside lay Catwoman. She appeared to be sleeping.
"Wakey wakey! Look at the city woman! It is the last time you will see it." Pyg said while pulling her out of the car. He pulled her out and slammed her to the ground. Then stood her up.
Catwoman looked at the city she had learned to call home. And knowing she may not be going back..brought tears to her eyes. Pyg looked the young woman up and down. He saw her heels and felt his left eye. She had taken his left eye by sticking her pointed heels through it during their first scuffle. Pyg then looked at her tied up hands and noticed her sharp claws.
"Oh no. Pyg has grown nervous! You could get out of your refinements with those deadly items on!" Pyg said.
"What?.." Catwoman said weakly. But before she knew it pyg had taken off her gloves. Then he threw her to the ground and took off her boots. Catwoman fought and yelled thinking he was going to attempt to rape her. The dollotron got out of the car and held her down as Pyg took off her jumpsuit. She wore only a bra and panties under it. Pyg looked at her with an upset face.
"Mother said..women who show off their trophies are absolutely despicable! JUST SICK! MOTHER WOULD FIND THIS DISGUSTING!"
Pyg went and grabbed a tree branch and viciously beat Catwoman with it. He hit her until her already damaged arm was broken again and her body was filled with bruises and cuts. She bled out of the top of her forehead and along her body in various places. Pyg then picked her back up and put her in the back seat with the dollotron. Janoz picked up her jumpsuit and put it in the trunk. Pyg covered up the blood with dirt and threw his weapon in the water. Pyg got back in the car, started it, and drove off. Catwoman sat in the back with a swollen jaw and looked out the window. Bruce's face showing up in her mind. She just wanted to be with him. She closed her eyes and fell asleep..hoping this was all just a dream.
AT ARKHAM
Gordon sat on a nearby bench and waited for the chopper. He saw Bruce and Jason take off in the watercraft happy to know that they were on their way to see what happened to Lucius and the others. But wondered how in the world Pyg got out. What could have possibly happened? And who all could have been injured in the process? The unanswered questions made him nervous and uneasy. He closed his eyes for what seemed like seconds when he heard a chopper coming. He looked up to see a GCPD helicopter coming down to pick him up. As the helicopter landed he picked up Robin and had Officer Harrison and medics grab Scarecrow. Everyone got in the helicopter and it took off towards Gotham. It was a silent ride for a while. There was a stretcher on both sides of the helicopter. One side Robin and the other Scarecrow. Officer Harrison broke the silence.
"Robin...is he...is he really.." He said softly.
Gordon looked out the window. And without turning to look at him, answered.
"Yes. He's gone..I..I thought scarecrow was going to kill me..then..he shot Robin..I should've just taken the mask off the first time.." Gordon said holding back tears.
"Hey hey commissioner, it's okay. There's so little you could have done." Officer Harrison said.
"I know Harrison..but tell me..how did Pyg get out? I have to know. It shouldn't have been remotely possible." Gordon said. Harrison stayed quiet at first. But told him what he wanted to hear.
"Well sir..it all started with Pyg and Blackfire getting into an altercation..Pyg pulled a knife on him..so we..took him out of the main cell and into the hole..he would've been down there until sentencing, but..he was working with someone..we assume..his..his..his son.."
Gordon's eyes widened. His son? That freak had a son?
"The two officers out front were killed. He then made his way into the front of the GCPD where he killed another officer. He walked into the room with the high security prisoners and got Cash to come from behind the desk by setting off the metal detector. While everyone was focused on other matters, he choked Cash unconscious. He went into the room that led to the hole and killed the officer guarding the door while the other officer was in the restroom. He and Pyg came back upstairs and killed that guard as well. Pyg used one of his hostages from the kidnapping for another hostage situation. Riddler started to tempt Pyg so...Pyg shot and killed him."
Gordon stare down at the ground sweating. He didn't know what to say. So much has happened.
"A..afterwards..the hostage used Pyg's gun to...take her own life.." Harrison continued.
Gordon didn't want to hear anymore. But he knew he had to.
"We moved in on the target since he had no hostage..but we forgot about his accomplice. In the confusion he used an officer's keys and freed the 'John Does' from their cell and raided the weapons closet...they walked into the room..and without warning..just opened fire..I've never seen such a blood bath..some of us weren't near them so we took cover and fired back. We managed to take them out. But after the smoke cleared..at least three more of us were dead...including...Cash." Harrison choked up getting the last name out.
Gordon had no words. God knows how many officers died in the open fire and then three more on top of that? Plus Cash? And only one man is responsible for so much pain. The helicopter landed at the GCPD roof. Gordon, medics, and Harrison all got out. Robin and Scarecrow were put on rolling stretchers and loaded onto the elevators. The more floors the elevator went down the more sick Gordon felt. Finally they got to the bottom floor. When the elevator doors opened, the first thing he saw was one big crime scene.
Riddler's body in the cell still slumped over, at least fifteen body bags and chalk outlines, blood everywhere, and even..Cash's body bag and chalk outline. Gordon almost threw up this was ridiculous. Barbara wheeled around to meet Gordon and company getting off the elevator.
"Dad!" Barbara said happily.
"My daughter.." Gordon said sadly while leaning down to hug her.
"I'm so glad you're okay! Where's Batman? A..and Robin? Are they okay?" Barbara asked.
Barbara looked over her dad's shoulder to see two stretchers roll past her. First Scarecrow's...and then Robin's.
"Oh god. No no no no no no Tim! TIM! TIM! GET UP! GET UP GET UP GET UP! DAD WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?! TIM GET UP NOW! TIM!" Barbara was hysterical. She was struggling to keep up with the medics and grabbing Tim's hand. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HIM?! TIM!" Barbara said, crying through heavy tears. One could hear her voice crack and she coughed from crying so hard. Her face a dark red and she sweated profusely. She wailed as she lay her head against his corpse.
Gordon dropped to his knees and looked up at the ceiling. Wondering why this was happening. Wondering what he, no, what his daughter did to deserve this.
AT WAYNE TOWERS
Bruce and Jason made their way up the elevator. Both of them with emotionless faces under their masks. Ready to face whatever Pyg left for Bruce. When the elevator door opened, the reception room was a mess. Vases broken and papers and files all over the place. There was a bloody message over the wall to the left 'THEY WERE IMPERFECT.' Bruce already knew what that meant. He looked behind the receptionist's desk and there lay her body. Throat slit open. Jason put his ear on the door that led to Bruce's office and pulled out his pistol. He kicked the door open and what he saw next put even fear in his heart.
There hung Lucius. From the ceiling. With a cardboard message hanging over his neck. 'HOPEFULLY HE ISN'T BROKEN EITHER MR. WAYNE.' Bruce walked up to Lucius and took off his mask. Tears running down his face again.
"I'm so sorry Lucius..." Bruce said.
Jason walked over to Lucius's body and cut him down and closed his eyes.
"Rest in peace buddy.." Jason said, holding back his own tears.
Jason then took a good look at the message written on him.
"Bruce..what does this message mean? Hopefully he isn't broken either? Could he be talking about..?"
Bruce looked at Lucius's corpse and thought. He and Jason both looked at each other with shocked faces and said in unison.
"ALFRED!"