October 1984
Brooklyn, NY
"Barnes is on the run!" William alerted his partner as they jumped into Bell's DB5.
"What vehicle?" Bell asked as he quickly stepped on the gas.
"Red car, a pair of odd wheels, you can't miss it." He pointed out to the left of the window.
"I'v been waiting for this car chase for years now." Bell smiled.
"We've got a vehcile on our right."
"Well take care of them!" Bell shoved an LC-10 into his arms, not diverting his eyes from the road.
William began shooting and managed to get rid of the vehicle rather quickly. "We have a lot more on out tail now.."
"How many?" Bell asked sounding a bit frustrated.
"A few... like about ten." He said casually.
Being that they were on a divided highway he saw a truck parked to the side of the road, it's ramp a perfect opportunity. "Grab one of our explosives, go ahead and get it ready. The moment we go up in the air toss it and let it rip." He pointed to a bag of explosives behind his seat.
Bell sharply turned his wheel, put it in reverse and stepped on the gas. The car swung around and soared through the air. William tossed the C4 and as Bell strightened their vehicle up he felt the jolt of the eplosion from behind. "We still got eyes on Barnes??" Bell asked, looking around.
"Yea, he just took the exit off, he's heading for the Brooklyn Bridge." William said.
"Perfect."
Over the past few years having Bell as an asset to the Ronan mafia allowed for them to rain down on their rivals; Barnes Mafia. And now they were at the final straw. Killing Barnes would mean the end of this 'gang war' as some put it and the Ronan Mafia would become the one and only powerful mafia in New York to date in quite the while.
"There he is! Eight Cars, far right lane!" William pointed. Suprisingly traffic was moving along rather smoothly for the very popular bridge. From behind an enemy vehicle managed to rear end them into the opposite side of the road, causing quite the scene. With cars trapping both their doors shut Bell used his feet and smashed the front window open.
"You deal with them!" He pointed towards the people who hit them. "I'll take Barnes." He said just before leaving. The abundant amount of headlights nearly blinded him during the night as he hopped over car to car and pavement and back. He wore his black balaclava painted to look like a fainted white skull on the front. Along with the rest of his black outfit and gloves, this clothing many people had seen. Many had known what came from that uniform. Unfortunatly none of them were left alive to tell any others about this figure. Only whispers, if that.
Redeemer in hand, he sprinted as he saw Barnes get away in his car. The red vehicle nearly began to out run him when he saw a bullet quickly penetrate one of it's tires. Seeing the direction it came from, he gave a quick glance over his shoulder to see the back of a figure, holding what looked to be a sniper of somesort. Help had arrived and gone as quickly and unexpectedly as it came, help he never asked for. With no time to dwell on the matter, he made a mental note of it and carried on.
He saw Barnes immidiatly jump out of his car and run, leaving his companions behind. Bell shot Barnes' driver and gaurds as he ran by the car. For a man of such wealth, he was suprised to see how active and fast he was. With cars getting in his way, he struggled to get a clear shot. He decided to come at Barnes from an angle. Seeing a window of opportunity, he dove, tackeling Barnes off the edge of the bridge and into the water below.
They both landed with a splash. Bell came above the water, noticing no gun in his hand anymore. He looked to his left to see Barnes' head pop up, and between them, Bell's redeemer, quickly sinking. They both made haste as they swam for the weapon. Instead of grabbing the pistol, Bell reached for the man and brought him underwater. The two threw punches back and forth until Bell got a firm grip around the man's neck. With one arm firmly wrapped around the neck, he snatched the pistol from his enemy's hand and put it between the man's teeth.
The firing of the bullets were muffled by the water. Feeling the body in his arms go limp he released and sprung back to the surface.
Once he and William regrouped they both reported back to Ronan with good news to tell.
"Wonderful!" Bell's boss said cheerfully. "Mr. Wayne, you and your partner have done the entirity of New York a massive favor. By eleminating Barnes and his men we can now only hope for everlasting stability." He handed Bell a massive case of cash. "Feel free to celebrate for a day or two. When you come back I'll have a few smaller jobs to assign you."
"Yes sir." He faked a smile underneath his mask.
Manhatten
With his car getting fixed he couldn't go far, unless he took a taxi or the subway. But both of those ideas always made him extremly paranoid and uncomfortable. After spending so much time with William over the years and having always focused on one main mission he decided he needed a moment by himself. He thought to wait until morning but seeing he couldn't sleep he threw on his jacket, boots, and hat and walked out the door. He had always wanted to try the cafe down the street. They were open 24 hours and he had heard great things about the place.
He was seated at a small round table by the window. There weren't nearly as many people walking the streets as there were during the day. But then again most of Manhatten doesn't roam the streets at 3am.
"Just a warm tea." Bell replied to the waiter.
"Thats all? Nothing to eat?" The man asked, seeing as nobody came here just for the drinks.
"I'll take a muffin too then." He gave in and decided to try what they were known for, one of their pastries.
"Coming right up." The man said cheerfully.
He was brought his tea before anything else. As he sipped he felt as if a set of eyes were on him. He looked up and scanned the room quickly. He didn't understand what he was being so paranoid about, the only people in there were a few older couples and a mother and her child. He needed to relax for a moment. He noticed a blonde woman walk in and take a seat, a couple tables away from him. He made nothing of it. Not yet
He didn't realize how hungry he was until the waiter had brought him his food. The perfect taste, buttery and fluffy.
Just as he finished up his plate the waiter came back to his table, this time with a croissant with a side of fruit.
"This isn't mine.." Bell said confused as to why he was being brought something he didn't order.
"You didn't order it no, the lady over there did. Said you looked hunrgy, she insisted that I bring you this." The man sat the food down. "Don't worry we won't charge you for it."
Bell looked around the room as the waiter left him. He noticed the lady from earlier was missing. He left some money on his table and rushed outside.
Whoever it was surely was quick. He looked from left to right, scanning the streets. Some lady and her dog, a child and her father, must be having a late night. Two teenage kids, one trying to snatch a lighter of some sort from the other. But no blonde lady… He let out a stressful sigh.
Perhaps it really was as the waiter said, for some bizzare reason the woman paid for him to have an extra plate of food. As to why she would immidiatly leave just didn't make sense when it came to being realistic. Feeling himself begin to tire he began his walk back home. Until he realised that if his gut feeling was right then that would surely be foolish. If he was right, then he wouldn't put it past this lady to not have eyes on him as he walked and thought. Deciding he wanted to get this over with he took a few steps before turning into an alley way.
He stayed there for a few moments before peaking his head back out and looking up and down the street. She was nowhere in sight. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Just before he was about to abandon the alley way and go home he heard footsteps behind him, as if someone had landed behind him.
He swiftly spun on his heel and whipping out his Redeemer with a jolt.
"Friendly." The woman said raising her hands up.
The alley was dark and he thought he was imagining her facial features. "Park…" he said recognizing her voice. His grip on his gun became shaky.
"Did you enjoy the croissant? I remember you told me once they were your favorite."
"Yea… yea it was." He lowered his weapon not beleiving who he was seeing. He felt the smallest tear swell in his eye.
"Why don't we go sit and talk." She suggested.
"Sure." He said still bewildered.
Remembering all the events that happened when they were in together last, he thought that maybe he actually should have killed her when he had the chance so many years ago. Maybe then he wouldn't have to be put through this torment again.
AN: If you liked the other two stories from my cold war series then go check out the prequel that takes place before both stories, called Cold War: Before The Bell. Like usual it will be on both reading fanfiction and wattpad. Thanks for reading!