"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.
Five: Harmonic Downfall
Two bodies, two men, one was fallen face first, the other kneeling over a pile of trash. Clark tried to make sense of the situation from the far distance he was at. The sound of the two gun shots ringing in his ear.
"Those are the men who were on the microphone," he whispered, seriously, Chloe was with him.
The rain fell, buckets falling in a symphonic rhythm, in desperation to clean the sin of Gotham. Clark squinted through the rain and his dripping hair; it was Bruce and his family, standing at gun point. Was that…? That was the ex-CEO guy that Clark had overheard Bruce saying on the phone, holding a gun. He had to stop this…but how? He knew he couldn't just speed up there and stop everything, catching the countless bullets the psychopath would undoubtedly shoot off. Lex…but he was asleep, and he didn't know the phone number to the penthouse.
Clark was sure someone had already heard the gunshots and called the police, so he kneeled behind a trash dumpster, and peered around the corner. He silently gazed, watching in suspense.
"You don't want to do this," Thomas confidently sighed, not moving, never taking his eyes off Kaminski's.
"Oh, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," Kaminski roared, laughing, then pulling out a stick of gum.
"Citrus, got a hot date?" Bruce grudgingly asked.
Kaminski shuffled and pointed the gun towards Bruce, "I've already killed those two," he pointed the gun over to the assassin's backup, "What makes you think I won't kill you?"
"Because those two don't, wait, they never mattered to you," Bruce roared, "We can give you whatever the hell you want!"
"No, your father's company did give me everything I wanted…" Kaminski broke down into an insane cry, "But your father!" He pointed the gun at Thomas, "Took all of it away!" He kept the gun on Thomas, observing Martha's strong hold on Thomas's jacket.
"You may kill us, but you won't destroy the company," Martha wanted to make that clear, for she really wasn't sure what he was after.
A bolt of lightning bolted across the sky, crackling as Kaminski began to laugh, "You think I care about the company? All I care about is your absence!"
Bruce nodded, "Funny, same thing I was thinking…"
"What?" But it was too late, Kaminski felt the wrath of Bruce's wicked fist and fell straight to the muddy wet cement, his gun flying from his hands and crashing into the side of the grey brick building to their left. Bruce managed to kick Kaminski in the head all the while jumping over to grab the gun. He picked it up and pointed the barrel at Kaminski. Martha and Thomas were dumbfounded by their son's agility, and proud of it.
Kaminski lifted his thumb to his nose, looking down at the blood, slowly opening his jaw as to see if it still was working, "You arrogant little boy." He quickly turned his head at the sound of sirens in the far off distance.
"Oh thank god," Martha cried, holding onto Thomas.
Kaminski jumped up, "There is no god!" and another bolt of lightning crashed just feet above them, striking a power line causing a rain of sparks to tumble from the sky above. He looked up as the sparks bucketed down with the rain, smiling as if finally at peace. Bruce held the gun even more tightly, moving toward Kaminski, "Don't move."
"Don't move," Kaminski mimicked Bruce, kicking him in the shin. Bruce fell face first, but before hitting the ground, his face met Kaminski's steel toe boot. Bruce gasped for air, everything went black.
Kaminski grasped the gun from Bruce's hands, as Thomas jumped trying to grab it as well. Thomas fell back as Kaminski elbowed him in the throat, pointing the gun at Martha.
Clark, startled by the sudden move, felt the need to finally intervene. He jumped up, at the same time hearing a bullet release from Kaminski's gun. Everything slowed down around him as he ran up in front of Martha, catching the bullet dead in his palm. Kaminski looked around, "What the hell?"
Bullet after bullet rained from Kaminski's gun as Clark blocked all of them, picking him up by the throat and throwing him into the grey brick building. The sound of sirens sounded extremely close. He ran over to Bruce, looking around as Martha helped up Thomas.
"How did you…?" Martha stared down at Clark, utterly amazed.
Clark just ignored the question, "He's out cold…" He looked up, and jumped at the sight of the assassin standing with his gun pointing directly at Martha, "Watch out!" His words rang through the air as Martha turned around and screamed.
But Clark was too late, too slow. The bullet from the assassin's gun cut through the air and hit her in the chest, knocking her to the cold and wet, stony ground. Clark ran to the assassin as the second bullet slipped out to Thomas, whom tried to run, but was struck in the stomach and knocked to the ground, feet from his wife.
"No!" Clark screamed, punching the assassin in the chest, causing him to fly over right next to Kaminski. But he couldn't stay. He couldn't be known to have been here. He had to run. And he did.
The police ran down the alley with their flashlights singeing the pouring rain, Clark strategically avoided them using his x-ray vision. He made it back to the penthouse safely, undetected, even with the luck of Lex not being awake.
"This is not good," a woman officer sighed, "that's the Wayne family."
"Oh holy Jesus," a young officer standing next to her cried, he picked up his radio and called for an ambulance. He pointed to the third officer, the rookie, "Go check for witnesses, evidence, you know the routine…right?" he squinted.
"Yes sir," The rookie looked around, worriedly, suddenly realizing that this job was not for him.
"That's the last one," the woman officer slightly smiled to the paramedic, "Good luck." The paramedic shoved the stretcher cradling Kaminski into the ambulance as he moaned with pain. The rain had finally stopped, the clouds were slightly broken and the sun was finally peeking over the horizon.
She sipped her coffee, gazing at the rookie officer, "Dave, relax, these things happen."
"Come on Michelle, two assassins alive, two assassins dead, two of the most powerful people in Gotham dead, and their son the only one to walk away with minor bruises." He set down his coffee and checked his watch.
"Well, their son must have a good story to tell. If those two assassins weren't dressed and full of, well, obvious assassin materials, then I don't know what we would do…" She sighed, looking around at all the yellow tape.
"I know what I'm going to do…"
"What is that?"
"Go home." Dave smiled; the hard day's night had finally brought a beautiful morning.
"What about the press interviews? I can only guess how many reporters and cameras are waiting outside the station…" Michelle hated reporters, but for this she would make an exception to talk.
"The camera adds ten pounds," Dave laughed, making light of the situation.
"You've got nothing to worry about." She turned and motioned to him, waving to the detective and the officer who was still taking photos of the scene. This was going to be one hell of a day.