"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.

A/N Chapter Seven: No, I did not have writer's block…just a minor creative difference in my head. Beside the fact that chapter seven is finally done, eight should arrive shortly. I now expect to wrap this enthralling tale up by chapter 15 or 16.

Seven: Two Thirds

"My job is unfinished…" Kaminski blankly stared into the eyes of the young man sitting across the table. The table was made of the coldest steel; they were surrounded by brightly lit glass with a layer of guards outside. No one was escaping this room. "…Which is why you must get me the hell out of here," Kaminski gritted his teeth, holding himself back from causing any commotion. His head slowly bobbing up and down as he sat half in thought, half ready to explode on this so-called "lawyer."

            "Mister Kaminski…" the young man choked up.

            "Call me Gerald!" Kaminski jokingly yelled, laughing at himself.

            "Gerald then," the lawyer shuffled in his seat as sweat condensed on his forehead, "I don't think you understand the severity of the situation at hand."

            Kaminski leaned back and grinned, "Oh, I understand," he chuckled. He looked around with the evil grin growing even broader, "I killed the two most powerful people on Gotham…"

            "Yes and most people don't get away with this sort of thing…" the lawyer looked around, "…ever."

            "How can I get away with anything when the job is unfinished? Did people criticize Michelangelo before he finished painting the Cistine Chapel?" He struggled to move in his straightjacket as he got up to yell, "There were supposed to be three dead people last night!"

            "I'm going to have to ask you to sit."

            "One Wayne still lives, one Wayne still lives!" Kaminski danced around, singing in a horribly high pitch. The lawyer motioned to the guards as Kaminski started to break into laughter. He flopped over and slammed onto the glass floor, struggling to get back up like a fish out of water. "Listen to me…"

            The lawyer got down on a knee and turned his head toward Kaminski's mouth, "What is it?"

            "He shall not live. No. I will not allow it. No." Kaminski's voice quieted into a deep whisper, "It is my soul duty to destroy that family…it is my mission. He will not live. No. And you will get me out of here."

            The guards swung open the door and grabbed Kaminski. The lawyer stood up and got lost in his thoughts, staring blankly as they drug Kaminski back to his cell.

            "You will get me out of here! That boy will die!" Kaminski's screams echoed through the corridor. The lawyer just rubbed his temples and stared at the floor, this was going to be hell.

            "So far we have not gotten a single detail from Bruce, as far as we know…" Michelle paused out of annoyance of this horrible news, "…No witnesses." She paused and looked around at all the flashes from cameras, the eager reporters, the cameras and monitors of her face on the local news. She was collapsing under pressure, "Now for any further questions I ask you to all take a break and come back in a few hours…" She sighed and left the podium to the yells and cries of the reporters, disappointed from the short conference.

             "The soap box can be a cruel place…"

            "It's your turn next time, Dave." She smiled, "Sun is setting already?" She let out a quiet moan.

            "Time flies when you're investigating a highly publicized murder."

            "Tell me about it."

            "I'm a man of service, not stories."

            "I have to go, one more suspect to chat with…" She clapped her hands and looked at the setting sun slowly creeping behind the clock tower.

            "Well Bruce had no info, John Doe assassin doesn't like my shoes, and…?" Dave pondered.

            "Lex Luthor will probably hit on me." She smiled.

            "Lex Luthor is a suspect?"

            "He's here, he's a friend of Bruce's, and he's a suspect."

            "But Lex?" Dave whimpered.

            "You don't worry," she pinched his cheek, "I'll handle this one."

            "Oh thank god."

            "But Gordon does want some reports, you'll find all the paper you need in the top left drawer of my desk." She smiled at him, not worrying about where Lex Luthor could possibly be in this town.

            "If the reports must be done, I'm your man." He sighed.

            "I hope so; don't go cheating on any other partner." She rolled her eyes, "Have fun." She patted him on the shoulder and hopped into the cruiser, "Where are you Lex…?"

            Maybe it was the enormous LuthorCorp logo Lex loathed, or the fact he was forced to stare at it while his father limbered in a state of casual lateness. The helicopter pad was now his enemy, the last place he wanted to be on a day like this. But it was the right thing to do, he supposed. "Casually late," he tapped his watch.

            "Maybe he…" Clark stopped himself and just absorbed the beautiful sunset from atop the building. He never turned his head, just keeping his focus on the beautiful horizon of the ravaged city.

            "Forgot something? No, my father is the showroom model for obsessive compulsive disorder. If anything, he's just trying to annoy me by landing at the other building."

            The perfect time to land somewhere else…" Clark sighed.

            "Business is always random."

            Clark looked around the sky, "Hear that?" Maybe it was just his hearing; he could swear it was getting very keen.

            "Are you a fox? I don't hear a thing…" Lex looked around the horizon then let out a little laugh, "That's not funny."

            Clark just laughed, hiding his actual seriousness, "Yeah, can't help myself sometimes." He looked around and let it go, weird.

            There was a loud slam of the exit door to the roof of the building. Lex jumped up and walked around the corner of the structure, "Dad…is that you?" He looked around, hearing a woman yelling out some obscenities and kicking the door. Clark followed closely behind him, just in case of course.

            "Need help?" Lex asked from behind Michelle as she finally slammed the door shut, "Doors are such a pain sometimes."

            Michelle looked up and smiled at the both of them, realizing her intrusion, "Oh! I'm not interrupting anything…am I?" She sifted her golden brown hair from her face and pointed back and forth from Clark to Lex, "…am I?"

            "Only pure boredom," Lex held out his hand, "Lex Luthor, this is my good friend Clark Kent."

            She shook his hand, "Michelle White, Gotham PD." She shook Clark's hand and noticed three red bruises on his palm when he held it out, but didn't think much of it.

            Lex looked around, "How can I help you?"

            "There are some parking tickets, a few years back you just couldn't keep your SUV out of the white zone…" She winked, being as smooth as possible.

            "You know that white zone is unnecessary, especially when half the cars that could use it don't." He smiled at her wit.

            "We can discuss white zones in depth later, I have some questions."

            "Naturally," Lex frowned, "I would normally ask to wait until my lawyer gets here, but you see desperate."

            "Not desperate…just stuck."

            "Listen, the plain story is that we were going to meet Bruce for dinner that night, but he had to cancel because they were going to leave town to get away. They knew someone was after them, they just didn't know exactly what for. He mentioned Kaminski a few times, definitely."

            "So there's not much either of you can tell me?" She sighed, another dead end.

            "No, but we are both willing to help."

            "Great, I'll keep that in mind." She walked away and didn't bother saying goodbye. She stopped in her tracks to the sound of a helicopter, a helicopter moving way too fast for as close as it was. She turned and gasped at the whirling helicopter spinning toward the building.

            Lex immediately recognized the chopper, his father's, and he ran up to the ledge of the roof and flipped open his cell phone, "Dad!"

            "Lex, the pilot has lost control…assistant is trying…to control…" And his phone went dead. Clark watched in horror as the craft twirled towards them completely out of control.

            Michelle grasped her radio and called for all cruisers and dispatch to make their way to the building, just when she thought this day was complete hell it, got even darker.