Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Gotham fans of all ages, I am so psyched to be writing this, because this is long overdue. I promised a sequel to The Boy and the Bat, and here it is. I hope you enjoy, and please review!
These cops really couldn't just take a hint, Harry thought as he sprinted around a corner, a duffel bag full of cash over his shoulder and two cops behind him. He was honestly doing the neighborhood a favor, seeing as the money belonged to Sonny Gilzean, one of the most annoying crime bosses in the city. It was almost a nod to Robin Hood.
A cop car pulled up next to him, and Harry ducked into the building next to him without thinking. Gratefully, it was empty, and he jumped up the stairs, headed for the roof. He was due to meet Selina only two blocks from here, and a few jumps from rooftop to rooftop couldn't hurt. He started jumping, relishing the feel of the icy wind on his face and the exhilaration of the open ground stories below him. This was living, living like he'd never experienced until two months ago when he'd moved into his godfather's apartment. That day was the moment where his life changed for the better. Everything was perfect from that moment on. He was free, he had someone who cared about him, something like a friend, if that was what Selina was; everything he could want. Everything except Bruce, that was.
He nearly slipped off of the ledge he'd landed on and jolted back to the present. That was good. It kept him on his toes.
Harry could see Selina only one rooftop over. He made the leap with ease and landed gracefully right next to her. She scowled.
"You were off-center when you landed," she said drily. Harry grinned.
"You're just jealous that I'm getting better at this than you," he replied. She shook her head.
"No one's better than me. Now let's get back to Grim's. He'll wonder where we are."
They shimmied down the ladder, glanced around for cops, then started walking. She broke the silence first, which was odd.
"I saw you slip there. You were thinking about Bruce again, weren't you?"
Harry nodded. "How'd you guess?"
She shrugged. "You're easy to read. People think about what they don't have. You've got everything except him."
It was exactly what Harry had thought. "Part of me wonders if I made a mistake leaving him."
She gave a small bark of a laugh, devoid of mirth and joy. "You didn't make a mistake. You'd rather be living in that stuffy old palace than out here?" She shook her head. "That's insane."
He nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right." And neither of them mentioned it for the rest of the walk. But the topic never fully left Harry's mind until he arrived at Sirius' street, where two cop cars were parked. Standing in Sirius' front door was none other than Detective Jim Gordon.
In a split second, both Harry and Selina had taken off away from the apartment. But no sooner had they started running when they slammed into none other that Sirius Black himself, who grabbed their collars and dragged them into an alley.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
"It's all right, Harry," Sirius responded kindly. "They're not here to arrest me, and they have no idea I'm Grim. They think I'm just a neighbor. But they do know you're here."
"How?" Harry asked, shocked.
"I don't know, but they're looking for you. So why don't we go talk to them?"
Harry looked worried. "What do they want with me?"
"They wouldn't say. I'm sure it's fine, and if they try to take you away, I'll fight them myself. Understood?"
Harry nodded, but next to him, Selina raised her eyebrows. "What about me?"
Sirius sighed. "As much as I like you, Detective Gordon, well, doesn't. It might be best for you to, er, split."
She shrugged and hurried off into the darkness. Harry followed Sirius out of the alley and over to Jim, who waved at Harry. He didn't respond.
"What's the problem, Detective?" Sirius asked. Through his anger, he did begrudgingly admit that Sirius played his part well. Jim sighed.
"It's about Bruce."
Harry whipped his head around to stare at Jim. "What about him?" he asked, instantly concerned. Jim sighed.
"He's missing."
The uproar was instantaneous. Harry launched himself at Jim, grabbing at his collar and slamming him to the hood of his car. Two months with Sirius had taught him how to fight.
"What do you mean, he's missing?" Harry roared. Sirius grabbed him around the waist and pulled him off of Jim, who sat up, rubbing his throat.
"I can explain everything at the GCPD, but I need you to cooperate. You were one of his closest friends, so please, can you just trust me?"
Harry sighed. "Fine. I'll come. But I don't understand why you need me."
"You were investigating the Werewolf, right?"
"How did you know that?"
"Alfred told me. Now were you or weren't you?"
"We were. But why?"
"Because this was found in his room." Jim pulled out something that nearly made Harry's heart stop. It was a long, silver claw.
If you can't tell, I'm way too excited to be writing this. I also can't think up of creative titles so if you have a better idea pm me.