Chapter Two
"I don't know what to make of it," Commisioner James Gordon admitted. "Killer
Croc. He's always been after money but always went after it in a dumb, brutish fashion."
It sort of uneased Gordon to speak with the Batman out of his office and in a
shadowy place, like the alleyway behind the warehouse. Gordon knew the Batman was
there, within the shadows, but he could not sure.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, then, Commisioner?" the Batman asked.
Gordon looked at the shadow where he thought the Batman was.
"That Croc is working for someone?" Gordon asked, trying to sound as confident
as he could be. "It had crossed my mind."
"Sir!" a police officer ran up to him. "A gang! A whole group of them! They're
attacking the downtown area!"
"I'll come at once," Gordon said. "Batman-"
But he knew the Batman was gone.
***
It actually wasn't a gang, the Batman mused from atop the building. Gangs don't
usually wear strange makeup or carry high caliber firearms and explosives. They looked
like walking animals, a turtle, a rabbit, a mouse, all attacking people and stealing from the
surrounding shops. Their massive weapons seemed to keep the police at bay.
A flying black object flew out of nowhere and knocked the AK47 out of the
rabbit's hand. The rabbit, a turtle and what looked like a giant muskrat turned as the
Batman loomed out of the shadows. The group fired, sending bullets towards the Dark
Knight as the Batman leapt into the air, his cape flowing behind him like dark wings. A
boot knocked six teeth out of the rabbit as he drove a fist into the turtle's head. The men
in animal suits rebounded backwards, as if the Batman's attacks had done nothing. The
Dark Knight leapt back as the trio raised their weapons again. The Batman's hand blurred
and a capsule was flying through the air. The capsule hit the ground as the trio fired,
releasing a gas that was both highly opaque and highly explosive. The Batman curled his
black cape about him as the gas exploded, blowing limbs and blood about the trio. A hole
now created in the defence, police officers rushed forward. Like a demon from the
darkest regions of the earth, the Batman walked down the street, towards the small army
of woodland creatures. He kicked up a pole from the street and twirled in, slamming both
ends into two of his enemies, knocking them both down. The Batman whirled, launching
a fist into another creatures and leapt into the air, coming down on the biggest, smashing
his face in with the Batman's boots. The Batman landed and ducked as three knives flew
over his head. The black cowl looked up to see a badger coming towards him, with two
nunchaku in his hand. The Batman came up and went into a karate stance. The badge
yelled in anger and charged, whirling the nunchucks. He slashed with both. The Batman
caught one hand and moved his shoulder in, missing the second attack. The Dark Knight's
fist compressed the badger's stomach inwards, causing the man to drop the weapons. The
Batman lifted his enemy upwards as the police ran around, arresting creatures left and
right.
"Who sent you?" the Batman asked.
"Ah, my dear boy," a sytilized and aristocratic voice came from behind the
Batman. The Batman turned his head to see a tall man with a massive top hat, an old
pence english price card slitted in the band. The man wore a distinguished purple coat
with green buttons all the way down to black pants. Black shoes and spats. Straw
coloured hair and massive front teeth. "He will not answer you and never will."
The man pressed a button on a small remote and the badger hung limp, dead. A
single old pence price card, identical to the one in the man's hat, fell out from under the
badger's mask. The Batman threw the badger down and turned.
"You," he said, simply.
"Ah, yes," the man said, cocking his head. "Me. You say it as if you had known it
was me all along. Well, it is."
"This entire robbery?" the Dark Knight asked. "A diversion?"
"Of the most clever kind," the man said. "A diversion in which I've made a profit.
These men cannot identify me and I guess it will just torture you to know that it is me who
has done this all. Ta ta, Bats."
A massive man tackled the Batman to the ground. One punch and the creature -
dressed as a bear - was on the ground, blood trickling from underneath the mask. The
Mad Hatter was no where in sight.
"I don't know what to make of it," Commisioner James Gordon admitted. "Killer
Croc. He's always been after money but always went after it in a dumb, brutish fashion."
It sort of uneased Gordon to speak with the Batman out of his office and in a
shadowy place, like the alleyway behind the warehouse. Gordon knew the Batman was
there, within the shadows, but he could not sure.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, then, Commisioner?" the Batman asked.
Gordon looked at the shadow where he thought the Batman was.
"That Croc is working for someone?" Gordon asked, trying to sound as confident
as he could be. "It had crossed my mind."
"Sir!" a police officer ran up to him. "A gang! A whole group of them! They're
attacking the downtown area!"
"I'll come at once," Gordon said. "Batman-"
But he knew the Batman was gone.
***
It actually wasn't a gang, the Batman mused from atop the building. Gangs don't
usually wear strange makeup or carry high caliber firearms and explosives. They looked
like walking animals, a turtle, a rabbit, a mouse, all attacking people and stealing from the
surrounding shops. Their massive weapons seemed to keep the police at bay.
A flying black object flew out of nowhere and knocked the AK47 out of the
rabbit's hand. The rabbit, a turtle and what looked like a giant muskrat turned as the
Batman loomed out of the shadows. The group fired, sending bullets towards the Dark
Knight as the Batman leapt into the air, his cape flowing behind him like dark wings. A
boot knocked six teeth out of the rabbit as he drove a fist into the turtle's head. The men
in animal suits rebounded backwards, as if the Batman's attacks had done nothing. The
Dark Knight leapt back as the trio raised their weapons again. The Batman's hand blurred
and a capsule was flying through the air. The capsule hit the ground as the trio fired,
releasing a gas that was both highly opaque and highly explosive. The Batman curled his
black cape about him as the gas exploded, blowing limbs and blood about the trio. A hole
now created in the defence, police officers rushed forward. Like a demon from the
darkest regions of the earth, the Batman walked down the street, towards the small army
of woodland creatures. He kicked up a pole from the street and twirled in, slamming both
ends into two of his enemies, knocking them both down. The Batman whirled, launching
a fist into another creatures and leapt into the air, coming down on the biggest, smashing
his face in with the Batman's boots. The Batman landed and ducked as three knives flew
over his head. The black cowl looked up to see a badger coming towards him, with two
nunchaku in his hand. The Batman came up and went into a karate stance. The badge
yelled in anger and charged, whirling the nunchucks. He slashed with both. The Batman
caught one hand and moved his shoulder in, missing the second attack. The Dark Knight's
fist compressed the badger's stomach inwards, causing the man to drop the weapons. The
Batman lifted his enemy upwards as the police ran around, arresting creatures left and
right.
"Who sent you?" the Batman asked.
"Ah, my dear boy," a sytilized and aristocratic voice came from behind the
Batman. The Batman turned his head to see a tall man with a massive top hat, an old
pence english price card slitted in the band. The man wore a distinguished purple coat
with green buttons all the way down to black pants. Black shoes and spats. Straw
coloured hair and massive front teeth. "He will not answer you and never will."
The man pressed a button on a small remote and the badger hung limp, dead. A
single old pence price card, identical to the one in the man's hat, fell out from under the
badger's mask. The Batman threw the badger down and turned.
"You," he said, simply.
"Ah, yes," the man said, cocking his head. "Me. You say it as if you had known it
was me all along. Well, it is."
"This entire robbery?" the Dark Knight asked. "A diversion?"
"Of the most clever kind," the man said. "A diversion in which I've made a profit.
These men cannot identify me and I guess it will just torture you to know that it is me who
has done this all. Ta ta, Bats."
A massive man tackled the Batman to the ground. One punch and the creature -
dressed as a bear - was on the ground, blood trickling from underneath the mask. The
Mad Hatter was no where in sight.