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Chapter 11:

Gordon rushed through the main doors of his Precinct to see Lieutenant Drake standing by the reception area filling out some papers. "Drake!" Gordon shouted, causing Drake to turn around sharply. "Where's Bullock?" Drake thought to himself for a moment, "I saw him up in the offices, he seemed pretty agitated about something...I saw Nygma up there a few minutes ago as well."

Gordons left eyebrow rose from under his glasses. Maybe Bullock had found something on Honest Ed? "On my six Jack; bring the paperwork with you." Officer Drake scooped up his paper and rolled it up before putting it into his pocket as he followed Gordon into the elevator. As the door closed shut, Drake edged his way to the back of the elevator, placing himself behind Gordon.

"So how's your boy Jack?" Gordon said as he pressed the button to take him to the offices. "He's doing better. Though he hasn't been the same since the circus...I mean he met that entire family of performers before the show... They were nice; good people. Tim was so nervous around them, but their son got Tim to like him enough to take a picture with the whole family before the show...before they..." Gordon turned his head, seeing that he had hit on a sensitive subject. "Give him time to adjust; I'm sure he'll be fine... It's never easy when children learn about death for the first time."

There was an awkward silence that filled the elevator as it lifted the two men to their destination. As the door opened all either of them could hear was Bullocks voice booming through the hallways. People were looking up from their desks towards the sound of Bullocks voice. Gordon walked out of the elevator with Drake following him and made his way through the cubical to the offices. "I know you're trash Ed. I don't need the D.A. or her approval to know scum when I see it." As Gordon turned the corner to Bullocks office, he saw Nygma storming into the office and out of Gordons sight with his finger pointed at Bullock.

"You know what the saddest thing about you is Harv? You're losing your house, your wife left you, but those are inconsequential to the greater truth that makes you truly pathetic." Suddenly Gordon saw the window of Bullocks office crash into pieces as Edward Nygma flew through the window, his knees catching on the ledge as he dropped his cane. Gordon began to run towards the office as he saw Bullocks powerful arm reach through the window and grab Nygma by the collar. Nygma reached for his cane as Bullock pulled him up.

As Gordon came running into the room, Drake following close behind him with his baton drawn; they saw Bullock lying flat on his back, a large bruise swelling quickly on his forehead. Edward Nygma was resting on the desk, holding his cane from the bottom, its top broken in. "Nygma. My office now!" Gordon said with a strong authority in his voice. Nygma looked to Gordon as he caught his breath, wiping the blood from his lip; which was swelling terribly.

Nygma walked by Gordon, limping slightly as he did. "You saw him Jim. I only defended myself. I expect you to replace my cane." A grin cut across Nygma's face. "It wasn't cheap." Nygma said as he exited the office. "Drake, go get the medical kit; lets make sure he doesn't have a concussion." Gordon said as Drake nodded and exited the room. Gordon then turned to Bullock as he tried to lift himself off the ground using a nearby chair. Gordon walked to his side and held out his hand. Bullock took it and lifted himself up, avoiding eye contact with Gordon as he did.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself Harvey?" Bullock could hear the anger and disappointment in Gordons voice. "I'm sorry Commish. I just...I snapped okay. I'm sorry." Bullock looked up into Gordons eyes, his head still swimming slightly. "I want you to take a break Harvey. You've been going non-stop since Loeb went down, the stress is starting to get to you." An angry look came over Bullocks face. He stared into Gordons eyes with a look of defiance, but Gordon never waivered. A defeated look came over Bullock, which quickly returned to anger as Drake entered the room with the medical kit. Bullock reached down to his belt and removed his gun in its holster, then removed his badge from around his neck and placed them both on his desk. He then grabbed his jacket off of his chair and stormed by Drake; taking the medical kit from him and walking straight into the bathroom.

"Your dismissed Drake." Gordon said as Drake, shock evident on his face from what he had seen; left the room without a word. Gordon removed his glasses and rubbed his nose; this wasn't what he needed.

Gordon slammed the door to his office open, and waiting there was Detective Nygma, holding an ice-pack to his bruised lip. "You saw him Gordon. He threw me through the window, unprovoked!" Nygma said as he threw his finger into the air and pointed towards the bathroom Bullock was in. "I may not have heard the whole thing Nygma, but I heard enough to know that it wasn't an unprovoked attack. You've been pushing his buttons ever since Loeb went down, and I don't like it." Nygma removed the ice-pack from his face to reveal that the swelling had gone up. "Come on Jim. We both know Loeb took better care of his men than you ever could." Nygma said as he sat back on Gordons desk. "You can call me Commissioner; Detective. And it's no secret that Loeb had his hands in more mob pockets than Lionel Luthor...you've got the rest of the day off Nygma. Go home." Nygma sat at Gordons desk with a mischievous smile, before placing his broken cane on top of the desk and removing the ice-pack from his face. "There's a funny thing about paranoia...Commissioner. Usually we only think we're being paranoid, but when is being paranoid a lie to yourself?" Nygma smiled as he walked by Gordon, raising the ice-pack back to his lip.

Gordon slammed the door shut behind Nygma and sat furiously at his desk. He pulled out the files he had been researching earlier on Nygma and the possibility that he was working for The Joker. As bad as Nygma was he wasn't the type to get involved with a psychopath...at least not willingly. Gordon knew that The Joker would take any opportunity he could to infiltrate his team...Nygma wasn't a proven dirty cop, but everybody had their suspicions about him; but for some reason the new D.A. never believed there was enough to prosecute.

A feeling of remorse came over Jim Gordon as his mind wandered to the man that the new D.A. had replaced...Harvey Dent. Gordon looked over to a picture on his desk of himself and Harvey Dent shaking hands when Gordon was made a Detective; they were both still early in their careers, but on that day they had found allies in each other...There was a sudden knock on the door. "Come in." Gordon said before clearing his throat. To his surprise Bullock walked into his office, holding his head up high, his injury fully bandaged and taken care of.

"Listen Gordon; I know you told me to take some time off; but I called you down here for a reason." Gordon looked at Bullock with restrained anger; Gordon had almost forgot that he had been having a somewhat nice evening at home with his children. "I'm listening." Gordon said as Bullock cleared his throat. "I was reviewing the messages on my office phone; and there was a message there that...well it was Nygma, he must have been in my office snooping through my stuff. The person that he was talking to... I'm positive that he's working for the Joker." Gordon sat back in his chair as a feeling of horror sunk into his gut. "Do you still have the message?" A defeated look came over Bullocks face. "No; I went to go look for Nygma after I called you, I found him coming out of the elevator and we started arguing. I told him that I had all the proof I needed, and when he asked to see it...I don't know what to say Gordon, it was gone. I left it in my coat pocket, and I left my coat in my office...It was a stupid mistake." Gordon rubbed his hands over his nose.

"This is why you two were arguing?" Bullock nodded. "Bullock; without proof there is no way I can get the D.A. to even think about going after Nygma." Bullocks eyes widened. "What if they're in cahoots?" Gordon thought over Bullocks proposal. "You're just jumping to conclusions Bullock...but I don't want you out of picture; I just need you out of lime light for a change. Can I count on you for this Bullock." Bullock chuckled to himself.

"I thought I was suspended." Gordon smiled to Bullock as he spoke. "That's not going to stop a man like you Harv." Bullock returned the smile. "Where do you want me?" Gordon thought to himself for a moment. "Come back at midnight. Meet me on the roof...it's time you met someone."

S

"You'll pay for this. Don't you know who we work for?" Kal held the gangster by the back of his shirt as he pressed him lightly into the wall. "You're smuggling illegal drugs, and using immigrants that you brought here under the pretence of a new life to move your product. It doesn't matter who you work for, I'm stopping it now." Kal lightly tapped the gangster on the back of the head, knocking him out.

The short man fell to the floor as Kal released his grip. Kal looked around the factory as the last of the immigrants fled out the door. Kal felt that he should have called the authorities; but who was he to tell these people they didn't have a place in this country...

Kal observed the dozens of unconscious guards around the warehouse. Kal used his super speed to round them all up and tie their arms together. Kal then turned his attention to the hundreds of wooden crates filled with a heroine shipment. Kal took a deep breath and then as he began to release his breath; in an instant the crates in front of him were frozen solid. Kal looked around the warehouse one more time; he wanted to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Kal closed his eyes and began to concentrate. He opened his eyes as his vision began to shift through the light spectrum, allowing him to gaze through the walls. Kal observed for a moment but did not see anything of interest. Soon Kal could feel his head begin to throb, he quickly shut his eyes and stopped concentrating and began to think about Lana.

Kal could feel the pain lessen from his skull as he opened his eyes to find that his vision had returned to normal. Kal took a deep sigh; he always worried that one day he would switch it on and then he would never be able to turn it off...that he'd never be able to see normally again.

Yet Kal had bigger worries than that now. With the Joker on the run Kal had been making regular busts on all of the crime rings, stopping them at every turn; it would only be a matter of time before the Joker resurfaced. Being satisfied that he had accomplished his mission, Kal sped out of the factory, off to his next destination.

Less than twenty minutes later a dark shadow crept through the factory, quickly taking in every detail of its surroundings. After a full sweep of the area Batman emerged from the shadows. Batman moved in closer to the pile of gangsters who were all tied together. Batman's eyes were almost instantly drawn to a large ice formation in the center of the room. Batman ran his hand along the surface, the ice melting slightly, wetting his glove. Batman examined the water on his hand before reaching into his belt. He removed a small glass tube and chipped off a piece of the ice for examination. As Batman placed the fragment into his belt, his communicator sounded.

Batman's hand came up from his cape, which was draped over his whole body; and put his hand to the communicator in his cowl. "Alfred, I need you to call Gordon, tell him there's a present for him in Otisburg. 221 Factory Road." Batman reached down to his belt and pulled out his grappling gun. "The details have been sent Master Bruce. Have you had any luck tracking him down?" Alfred's voice cut in through Batman's earpiece as he launched his grapple through the window he entered through and pulled himself up.

"No, I'm having trouble catching up with him. He leaves a trail that a rookie could follow; but he moves too fast. I need to be ahead of him, not tracking his foot prints." Batman was pulled through the window and into the streets of Gotham. He disengaged the grapple and quickly threw out his cape and began to glide down to the streets below. "Perhaps you should re-shift your focus, sir. Commissioner Gordon would like to speak with you." As Alfred spoke Batman looked up into the air and could see the Bat-signal shinning in the sky like a second moon. "I see it Alfred. I'm on my way." Batman released his cape as he made his approach to the Batmobile, landing gracefully in the driver's seat as the hood shifted closed behind him.

S

Edward Nygma entered his penthouse apartment. He tossed his jacket onto his leather chair as he walked into the kitchen. Nygma reached into his freezer and pulled out an ice pack. Rolling up the sleeves of his silk shirt, he wrapped a cloth around the ice pack and pressed it to his lip.

Nygma left his kitchen and entered his living room; sitting down in his couch as he looked out of the window to his view of Gotham City. "Great men lead countries. But what does it take to be a great man?" Nygma said aloud. Suddenly there was a dark silhouette that appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. A devilish grin cut across Nygma's face.

"It takes a great woman." Nygma turned his head to see the sight of Janice Porter in revealing lingerie, wearing a cashmere robe that Nygma had gotten for her. The moonlight reflected off of her long blonde hair as she sat next to Nygma on the couch.

"What happened to your face?" Janice said as she reached out her hand to Nygma's lip. Nygma took her hands in his before she could touch it. "I'm fine. I had a run in with Bullock at the office." A disapproving look came over her face. "I told you to stay away from him. He took Loeb down. Who knows what he could have on you." Janice said in a hushed whisper; a smile broke over Nygma's face. "We don't have to worry about Bullock anymore. We can start concentrating on Gordon; and getting things back to the way they should be." As Nygma spoke Janice began to slowly nibble at his neck.

"I love it when you talk like that." Janice said as she reached into Nygma's pocket and pulled out a small cassette. "What's this? Hiding things from me?" The smile left from Nygma's face. "It's evidence. The kind that can be used against me." Janice smiled before leaning in to kiss Nygma. As she leaned back out she placed the cassette in Nygma's hand, and together they crushed it into pieces. "Don't worry love, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to my finest detective. I'd make a pitiful excuse for a D.A. if I did." Nygma grabbed Janice by the waist and tossed her onto the couch. As Nygma went down to join her, the bright silver of the Bat-Signal filled the sky of Gotham; illuminating Nygma's room.

S

A single lightbulb hung over the round table. Sitting around the table were some of Gotham's Criminal Fraternity's elites. "It's like every time we try to make a move we get cut off." Jona Maroni, son of the late Sal Maroni; having recently dropped out of Gotham University to take control of his fathers' criminal empire, stood an impressive 6'2 and was a burlier man than his father was. "I've lost over six dozen of my own men in the last few weeks; and it's not isolated! It's happening all over town, sometimes twice in the same night in two different districts."

"It's defiantly not isolated. I've had two plantations hit on the outskirts of Gotham. These places were hidden and packed to the teeth; fifty men at each station." Alberto Falcone, son of the late Carmine Falcone; Carmine worked to keep his son away from the business, as Alberto had an appetite for killing, but with his father gone Alberto had taken over, but he had no idea how to run a criminal empire. "They were piled up and left for the cops. They said all they saw was a dark blur."

"Your men are nuts. It's the Bat. Or it's you and your men, making crazy stories about god knows what." Roman Sionis, a small time enforcer from Chicago who had come to Gotham to build his own empire. He was reluctant to work along side of the sons of the former Kingpins, but he had to go along with them until he was strong enough to go out on his own. "Shut your mouth, Sionis! The Falcone's are nothing but honest with their business partners!" Alberto shot up from his chair, pulling a knife from his jacket.

Suddenly there was a single gunshot that rang through the air. Falcone leapt beneath the table as the others too hid beneath the table. As they all peaked their heads over the table they could see the smoking barrel pointed straight into the air, the shooter hidden behind the back of the large chair he sat in. "Ye' bunch o' schmucks! Y'er too preoccu-pied bick'rin mungst y'er shelves t'er lerk at d'is clerly." The low voice hung in the air even after he spoke. "I bin roun'en yeh tehgetteh fer munts. I bin keepin all eyes on yeh all since befoh I meht yeh bunch o' goons. Dis 'es bin da Bat! Ahn We're gunna teach da' mook dat yah don' cross ScarFace!"

The chair swung around as the beat up puppet smacked a hand down on the table with force enough to shake the glass that rested in front of him. The bald head of Arnold Wesker reflected the light from the bulb that hung over the table. A look of terror was etched into his face that seemed to echo through the faces of the gathered criminals, they knew that Arnold was unaware of his psychosis, but that his alternate persona had no quarrels with putting a bullet in anyone who crossed him. The doll in Wesker's hand dropped the smoking gun on the table as Wesker straightened out his hat.

"Git y'er mugs off 'er me yeh raht bahstard. Like I wuz sayen. We're gunna show da Bat wut we do tah freaks who tink dey can muck up our op'rassons." Scarface leaned back, his wodden face shadowed by his wide-brimmed hat. "What do you got planned for him boss?" Ronny Telliti was one of the few remaining figureheads from the pre-Batman Gotham Crime Family. After the death of Carmine Falcone, he had gone underground, only recently coming back into the light, and not happy about answering to a puppet.

"Don't chu werry bout it boys. I've gaht a spesh'list comen in. Da Bats bout ta feel owr Bane."