"Gotham"

A 'Smallville' fan fiction

All characters are owned by DC Comics, Warner Brothers, and their respective partners.

'Superman' was created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster.

'Batman' was created by Bob Kane

Timeframe: The summer between "Vortex" and "Heat" in season two

Disclaimer: I own plenty, but not these characters (not even Kaminski, not yet anyway…)

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: Instead of having Bruce Wayne come to Smallville, I wanted Clark Kent to come to Gotham. I wanted to re-imagine Batman's origin to a very short extent. You will see many, many of the same things about Batman's past you've always heard. But if you look at it, there is room to grow in the origin of Batman, and since Smallville is all about origins, why not introduce another of the World's Finest? I'm not going to pull a JJ Abrams and make Bruce homosexual, have Alfred be a robot, or the existence of Wayne Enterprises a mere myth. I loved these characters since I was very young, starting with Batman: The Animated Series and with this fiction I am just putting the characters in different places. What if Clark Kent witnessed the murder of Bruce's parents, and who exactly was behind it? I'm only bringing you a "what if?" story that hopefully will entertain and make you happy when it ends.

Two: Psychopath Afternoon

            Lex hated flying. He had since he was a little kid. He admired Clark's ease and relaxed attitude when flying. It was as if Clark didn't realize they were thousands of feet off the ground.

            "Were you born on a plane?" Lex whispered.

            "I don't think so…why?"

            "Nothing really, I'd think a farmer boy would be afraid of flying."

            "You can't be afraid to fly, Lex…"

            "Do you notice me moving around?" He laughed.

            "Never mind," Clark laughed, "We're about to land."

            "That's my favorite word," Lex smiled. The plane swooped down and smoothly applied itself to the runway, a perfect landing. It was required to be perfect, for how much Lex was paying the two pilots. The two got up, followed by some assistants, and hopped into Lex's conveniently parked car next to the plane. Lex left the assistants behind, they could find their own way to grovel at his father's feet.

            "Oh Brucey, line two," his perky assistant cried through the glass cubicle. Bruce's office was large, with many rooms. He was not one to be pent up in a cubicle, and his father knew what his son liked when he designed the building.

            "Thanks," he picked up the phone.

            "She sounds good looking."

            "If you only knew," Bruce laughed.

            "We're on our way up."

            "We?"

            "My friend Clark, you'll like him."

            "Good, and do I have some stories to tell y-"He was cut off by the door opening.

            "Do tell," Lex smiled, clapping shut his phone like any good business man would.

            Bruce got up and walked over, "So this is Clark?"

            "Clark Kent," Clark smiled, shaking Bruce's hand.

            "I met him when I moved to Smallville, he saved my life."

            "Well, that's always a good relationship builder," Bruce smirked, "Have a seat guys…anything to drink?"

            Both Lex and Clark declined. Clark sat and gazed at all the fabulous computer equipment.

            "Now on with the story," Bruce frowned, "mornings suck."

            "Is that the title?" Lex felt free to be a smart ass, since he knew Bruce would send it right back his way."

            "I've got a couple; maybe I should check the tabloids tomorrow and see what they've got as well." Everyone laughed, "But seriously, I was taking off for work…"

            "In the Lamborghini…" Lex added.

            "Of course," Bruce smiled, "And before I got beyond the property line and entry gate one of my father's workers jumped out in front of me!"

            "Suicide?" Clark wondered, he was convinced Chloe was with him in spirit.

            "I'm guessing," Bruce turned and gazed out the window, "But still, there was no reason for him to do it."

            "How's his family life?" Lex queried.

            "Great, and I checked the records, he gets a very nice paycheck," Bruce looked back at them, "We're going to go visit him later."

            "Do you think he'll tell you why?" Clark shuffled in his chair.

            "I doubt it, usually when a person goes insane, they stay insane."

            "Maybe someone made him do it…" Lex sighed.

            "Seems likely, Lex, but hopefully it is just another severely annoyed worker trying to destroy my family's name."           

            "That's a hard name to destroy; it would take more than one person." Lex stared, losing himself in thoughts.

            "You seem to know a lot about this sort of thing, Lex." Bruce smiled.

            "It happens." Lex smirked.

            "Well, I say forget about it for now, and let us go show Clark around," Bruce sighed, calmingly getting up and leading the two to the door.

            "Barbara," Bruce called to his secretary, "I'll be back to the office by five."

            "Don't get those two in any trouble," She reminded him, "Because you're such a bad person, you know." She jokingly laughed.

            "Yes mother," he chuckled.

            "She is beautiful." Lex couldn't help but stare at her as they walked out of Bruce's office.

            "She's thirty."

            "I like a challenge."

            Hospitals didn't take kindly to shady figures.

            "Your relation to Bill?" the nurse snobbishly asked.

            "I'm his brother." The man smiled.

            "Great, ID?" She definitely needed coffee.
            The man handed her the ID, smiling the biggest he could get it. He knew Bill didn't have a brother, but Gotham General obviously didn't.

            "Wonderful," She groaned, "Room 702." She sloppily pointed to her left, when 702 was to the right hallway.

            "Thanks," he smiled, leading himself down the long hallway.

            The door creaked open; Bill was unconscious from the drugs. He looked up at the heart monitor, and the bags of liquid hung next to his head.

            "Bill, Bill, Bill…" The man grinned, "You could make any psychopath a very happy man." He pulled up a chair next to Bill's bed.

            Bill cracked open his eyes, "Kaminski…"

            "Now, don't sound bitter," Kaminski shrugged, "Tomorrow all your family's debt will be gone."

            Bill's eyes flooded with tears, "Thank you…"

            "No, thank you," Kaminski was as thankful as the Puritan who founded Gotham City. "Bill, your role in my plan was critical, you did above the average."

            "I do what I can," he managed a smile.

            "I hope your operation goes well…and try and think of a good lie to the police…" Kaminski glared, "Tell them the Riddler is at his mind controlling again?" He didn't really care, as long as Kaminski wasn't mentioned.

            "Don't worry," Bill smiled, closing his eyes again.

            "Riddle me this…" Kaminski silently mocked Riddler, streaking off the train of thought, "Good luck Bill." He got up and walked out the door, leaving no trace of his visit.

            "Have a nice day Mr. Kaminski." The nurse at the desk called out. He barely heard her, and just waved.

            "Riddle me that…" he smiled.