Of Light & Shadow: A Tale Of The Dark Knight by Lyda Mae Huff
Chapter Two- Little Angel
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Batman had tailed the pusher from Crime Alley to the docks; hoping to catch his supplier. He gazed even now through the warehouses upper windows. Some thing was going down.
"There are thirty-four children inside that building." a soft familiar voice said.
He looked over to see the white clad figure who had saved his life in Crime Alley not two weeks before. She crouched low, but even in her skirts and robes she seemed unencumbered. Indeed; she looked every bit as angelic as her tile, Espirituse La Angeles, implied. Even he had a hard time believing this girl could be Ra's Al Ghoul's nearly three-hundred year old granddaughter Kemnika. "How do you..." he began to ask, but thinking the better of it. "Jason said you knew Things. So I'll assume you know why they are there." He pulled his binoculars back up to his eyes.
"Jesus Delatory is the big boss; he has some sick ideas about disposable labor." she did not even try to hold the contempt from her voice.
"You mean he has children packaging rock in there?" Batman asked with a mixture of surprise and disgust.
"Not just any children either; orphans off of South American streets that have no one to miss them if something happens."
"And they can't just run to the authorities if they get away." He was beginning to understand what the sick idea was.
She looked up at him sadly. "When they are done with one operation they get rid of the evidence; kids included."
"And this one's finished tonight." he looked down at her putting his binoculars away. Hoods began leaving the warehouse.
"There will be three men in the office including Delatory, two guards will remain at the front door, four guards on the children, two at the back door and a look out on the other side to tell them when the police patrol has passed." she scratched out a diagram on the worn roof.
"We'll need to take out the look out and then the guards from both doors if we want to take them by surprise."
"After we take out the children's guards I'll get them out of the building and over to that empty lot two buildings west."
"And I'll go after Delatory." the Batman nodded. "In order to be closer to the children you should come in from behind."
"The patrol will pass in fifteen minutes. Just give me five minutes to get over there and disable the look out." She stood chanting the spell that would make her invisible.
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Batman slipped down from the skylight without sound, coming in just behind the front door guards. Through the corner of his eye he saw the angelic figure of Espirituse La Angeles walk through the wall. She reached out seizing the two nearest guards and allowed them to fall to the floor unconscious. When the two guards in front of him turned to see what was going on; Batman grabbed both of their heads and knocked them together. Espirituse cast a spell making the other two guards drop their guns and fall to their knees. Her angelic aura glowed even brighter as she rendered them unconscious in the same manor as the first two.
The children were too busy looking at the angel to even notice his presence. Espirituse La
Angeles raised her hands chanting in Latin, and their chains fell away. She called out in Spanish, and again in Portuguese. {Come with me. I will lead you to safety.} Then pushing the back door aside, they were gone.
Batman turned his attention to the guards coming down the stairs from the office. They were the perfect picture of South American drug runners; tailored suits, and slicked back hair. Each with a big gun to hide his little ego.
He rolled under the stairs; dodging their fire. He leaped to the top of a crate and over the rail onto the second level before they could react. Toppling some chemical drums down the stairs he managed to pin them both.
Jesus Delatory was a small, wiry man with a neat mustache and ponytail. His manicured
fingernails looked out of place next to blued gun metal. "So I finally meet the legendary Batman." The little worm said as he ashed his cigar.
The creature before him was not worthy of contempt. "Your guards aren't coming." Batman glided forward on the words.
"They should have killed you at the church," Jesus glared, "they assured me you were six feet under. They said they had seen you claimed by the pits of Hell."
"Almost," Batman slapped cuffs on the man's wrists, "but not quite."
Delatory did not resist, releasing his pistol into The Dark Knight's hand.
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Montoya was tired of Bullock's whining. If it wasn't one thing with him; it was another.
Just then something caught Montoya's eye. "Harvey pull over."
"What for?" her slob of a partner questioned.
Montoya had lost all patience. "Just do it Bullock." She practically leaped from the car as it stopped.
Montoya could swear she had seen Nena in the alleyway they had just passed. Nena Swensen was a small woman with long blond hair. Montoya had found her intriguing to say the least. They had first met when Montoya had tried to bust the mystic for a curfew violation; only to find she was the same age as Montoya herself was.
Nena emerged from the alleyway untouched by the elements in her louse blouse, and long filmy skirt. Her blue eyes looked at Montoya with urgency. "Detective; you need to come with me."
The little Mystic began to run down the street; Montoya followed with Bullock reluctantly in tow. Nena led them to a vacant lot. There, huddled next to one of the buildings; were thirty-four dirty little souls. Some looking up with fear, others with wonderment.
"I was looking for Gina, when I saw them." Nena shook her head.
Montoya was already on the radio calling for assistance. When she looked up she raised an eyebrow "The organ grinder's monkey got out again?"
"Yes." was all Nena could say.
"She couldn't have gotten this far on her own Nena." Montoya admonished the Mystic.
"I follow things you can't understand Detective." Nena grasped at her head, and nearly fell into Bullock.
Montoya caught her, "Are you alright?"
"Just tired."
Montoya accepted this; having seen Nena like this before.
A little girl; who couldn't have been more than nine came forward. {Did you see the Angel that led us here?} she asked in Spanish.
{What Angel?} Montoya asked back.
{The one that helped us escape the bad men.}
END SECOND CHAPTER
Chapter Two- Little Angel
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Batman had tailed the pusher from Crime Alley to the docks; hoping to catch his supplier. He gazed even now through the warehouses upper windows. Some thing was going down.
"There are thirty-four children inside that building." a soft familiar voice said.
He looked over to see the white clad figure who had saved his life in Crime Alley not two weeks before. She crouched low, but even in her skirts and robes she seemed unencumbered. Indeed; she looked every bit as angelic as her tile, Espirituse La Angeles, implied. Even he had a hard time believing this girl could be Ra's Al Ghoul's nearly three-hundred year old granddaughter Kemnika. "How do you..." he began to ask, but thinking the better of it. "Jason said you knew Things. So I'll assume you know why they are there." He pulled his binoculars back up to his eyes.
"Jesus Delatory is the big boss; he has some sick ideas about disposable labor." she did not even try to hold the contempt from her voice.
"You mean he has children packaging rock in there?" Batman asked with a mixture of surprise and disgust.
"Not just any children either; orphans off of South American streets that have no one to miss them if something happens."
"And they can't just run to the authorities if they get away." He was beginning to understand what the sick idea was.
She looked up at him sadly. "When they are done with one operation they get rid of the evidence; kids included."
"And this one's finished tonight." he looked down at her putting his binoculars away. Hoods began leaving the warehouse.
"There will be three men in the office including Delatory, two guards will remain at the front door, four guards on the children, two at the back door and a look out on the other side to tell them when the police patrol has passed." she scratched out a diagram on the worn roof.
"We'll need to take out the look out and then the guards from both doors if we want to take them by surprise."
"After we take out the children's guards I'll get them out of the building and over to that empty lot two buildings west."
"And I'll go after Delatory." the Batman nodded. "In order to be closer to the children you should come in from behind."
"The patrol will pass in fifteen minutes. Just give me five minutes to get over there and disable the look out." She stood chanting the spell that would make her invisible.
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Batman slipped down from the skylight without sound, coming in just behind the front door guards. Through the corner of his eye he saw the angelic figure of Espirituse La Angeles walk through the wall. She reached out seizing the two nearest guards and allowed them to fall to the floor unconscious. When the two guards in front of him turned to see what was going on; Batman grabbed both of their heads and knocked them together. Espirituse cast a spell making the other two guards drop their guns and fall to their knees. Her angelic aura glowed even brighter as she rendered them unconscious in the same manor as the first two.
The children were too busy looking at the angel to even notice his presence. Espirituse La
Angeles raised her hands chanting in Latin, and their chains fell away. She called out in Spanish, and again in Portuguese. {Come with me. I will lead you to safety.} Then pushing the back door aside, they were gone.
Batman turned his attention to the guards coming down the stairs from the office. They were the perfect picture of South American drug runners; tailored suits, and slicked back hair. Each with a big gun to hide his little ego.
He rolled under the stairs; dodging their fire. He leaped to the top of a crate and over the rail onto the second level before they could react. Toppling some chemical drums down the stairs he managed to pin them both.
Jesus Delatory was a small, wiry man with a neat mustache and ponytail. His manicured
fingernails looked out of place next to blued gun metal. "So I finally meet the legendary Batman." The little worm said as he ashed his cigar.
The creature before him was not worthy of contempt. "Your guards aren't coming." Batman glided forward on the words.
"They should have killed you at the church," Jesus glared, "they assured me you were six feet under. They said they had seen you claimed by the pits of Hell."
"Almost," Batman slapped cuffs on the man's wrists, "but not quite."
Delatory did not resist, releasing his pistol into The Dark Knight's hand.
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Montoya was tired of Bullock's whining. If it wasn't one thing with him; it was another.
Just then something caught Montoya's eye. "Harvey pull over."
"What for?" her slob of a partner questioned.
Montoya had lost all patience. "Just do it Bullock." She practically leaped from the car as it stopped.
Montoya could swear she had seen Nena in the alleyway they had just passed. Nena Swensen was a small woman with long blond hair. Montoya had found her intriguing to say the least. They had first met when Montoya had tried to bust the mystic for a curfew violation; only to find she was the same age as Montoya herself was.
Nena emerged from the alleyway untouched by the elements in her louse blouse, and long filmy skirt. Her blue eyes looked at Montoya with urgency. "Detective; you need to come with me."
The little Mystic began to run down the street; Montoya followed with Bullock reluctantly in tow. Nena led them to a vacant lot. There, huddled next to one of the buildings; were thirty-four dirty little souls. Some looking up with fear, others with wonderment.
"I was looking for Gina, when I saw them." Nena shook her head.
Montoya was already on the radio calling for assistance. When she looked up she raised an eyebrow "The organ grinder's monkey got out again?"
"Yes." was all Nena could say.
"She couldn't have gotten this far on her own Nena." Montoya admonished the Mystic.
"I follow things you can't understand Detective." Nena grasped at her head, and nearly fell into Bullock.
Montoya caught her, "Are you alright?"
"Just tired."
Montoya accepted this; having seen Nena like this before.
A little girl; who couldn't have been more than nine came forward. {Did you see the Angel that led us here?} she asked in Spanish.
{What Angel?} Montoya asked back.
{The one that helped us escape the bad men.}
END SECOND CHAPTER