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Golden Bat – Chapter Seven

The door opened and Selina Kyle came purring in.

"Why boys, I can smell the testosterone from a mile away." She glanced seductively around at Bond and Wayne. "This fight isn't about little old me is it?"

"This does not concern you, Selina," said Bruce. He still had not taken his eyes off James Bond. Bond was standing about three meters away. He would be gunned down before he could reach the gun. Certainly against a man of Bond's undoubted skill.

"Do you mind if I stick my paws in, boys?" said Selina and walked over to Bond.

"Get out of here," said Bond roughly, whilst trying to stop Selina getting in his line of shot.

With a speed that astonished Bond, she grabbed his gun hand, pointed it safely at the ceiling and disarmed him.

Selina backed away, still with the gun. "Now can you two talk like men or squabble like little boys?"

"One of yours, is she?" said Bond, rubbing his hand.

"I'm one of mine," said Selina. "Now what started this little tete a tete?" She pointed the gun at Bond. "Now, please tell me. This gun is so technical and me being a girl and all it might just go off in my hand and that would be messy."

"I know who you are," said Bruce. "British Secret Service. What are you doing coming after me?"

"I think you probably know," said Bond, not taking his eyes off Selina.

"Are you investigating me or my company? As there are things going on in my company that I don't know about."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

At this comment Selina erupted into peels of laughter. "James! James! Don't you know who Brucey is?"

"Selina doesn't know what she is talking about!"

"Dear Brucey here is boringly honest. The last time he was bad was when he got a 50 cent fine for not returning his library book on time."

"That's as may be, but someone in your company is hiding a multi-warhead nuclear missile."

"You're joking!"

"Unfortunately not. I've got your name on a licence to kill. Tell me who I should replace it with?"

"Woah! You are not killing anyone in my city!"

"Either help me find out who is responsible, or get out of my way." Selina was mesmerised by the conversation and Bond used the lull to grab his gun from Selina's hands.

"Do that again, honey, and I'll scratch your eyes out," said Selina, rubbing her wrist and staring at Bond with loathing.

Bruce tried to get close enough to Bond to use one of his kicks but Bond was circling around and keeping his distance.

"Back off," said Bond.

"Why, when you'll shoot me anyway?" Said Bruce.

"If I thought you were guilty I would have killed you already."

"Put the gun away and we'll talk."

"Okay, but try anything and I'll shoot you where you stand." He checked the gun was loaded and put it back into his hidden shoulder holster.

There was a clicking sound from the door. Bruce walked over to it and tried it. "It's locked." He looked down and a piece of paper was pushed under the door. He picked it up and read it. "This is tomorrow's W-Tech News. 'Bruce Wayne and a British Foreign Office worker were unfortunately killed in a fire at a charity function in the famous Gotham landmark the Revolving Restaurant. The building was totally burnt to the ground'."

An alarm bell started ringing out, and from behind the door he could hear the sounds of screams and running feet.

At the base of the door smoke started seeping in.

Bruce Wayne kicked the door by the hinges. A pain lanced up his leg as it hit an immovable object. "The door is reinforced."

"Step back," said Bond drawing his gun. Bruce and Selina took a couple of steps back. Bond loosed a volley of three shots at the door lock then tried the lock. Still locked. The bullets had barely pecked on the surface.

Bruce touched the door and winced. "It's getting hot. The fire is on the other side of this door. We've got to find another way out of here." He started coughing as smoke started to pour into the room. The door started to glow red, betraying its steel reinforced centre. The fire alarm sound died outside as the fire ate through the cables. The lights in the room flickered and died and at the same time the steady hum of the air conditioning unit stopped. There was an ominous silence broken only by a slow steady flickering and roaring sound as the fire caught hold outside.

"Let's try the windows." Bond looked at the windows. They were barred and bolted. "These are reinforced as well. This isn't a room, it's a cell."

"Some of the local gangsters like a bit of security when they hold their meetings here," said Selina. "They don't want the big bad bat dropping in unannounced."

Selina took a look at the window. "Titanium frame, steel surround. Triple glazing." She tapped the window with a long manicured fingernail and there was a ting sound. "Bullet proof. We'd need a bulldozer to get out of this room."

Bruce and Bond started to crouch as the ceiling rapidly filled with cloying black smoke filled with glowing sparks that gave the smoke a glowing hellish air.

"You're an expert thief, how would you get out of here?" asked Bruce.

"Darling, I break into places, not out of them."

"Have you any of your equipment with you?"

Selina cast her hands over her slim feline body and raised her eyebrows at Bruce. "Where would I hide it? No, don't answer that. What's he doing?" She pointed at Bond who was crouched next to the window. He had adjusted his watch and a thin beam of red light was rapidly crawling up the glass leaving a line of melted glass behind.

A blue flashing light could be seen below as the fire services arrived. Unless they got out of here soon the only thing the fire service would find would be their bodies.

The fire crept under the door and the carpet started smouldering adding more toxic fumes to the already foul air. Selina started coughing.

Bruce crawled over to Bond to look at his handiwork. He was about halfway through cutting a circle. Bruce gave the window one of his best akido kicks and the glass snapped, leaving a gaping hole in the window. Bond gave him a curious look at this unexpected skill. Smoke started pouring out of the room giving them air to breathe but the rush of air encouraged the fire. Flames erupted around the door and started to surround them.

The flames were hungry for air and were licking towards the open window. The heat was incredible. Bruce could see the candles on the table melting in front of him. The restaurant was still revolving around and the part they were on was over the lake so they all three dove into the lake. Behind them the room they were in belched smoke and flame into the air. The restaurant was now an inferno.

They landed with a huge splash in the cold lake. The temperature change was incredible and made them all gasp with shock. The shore was not that far away and they started swimming strongly towards it. Behind them the restaurant was still belching smoke and flames. It was too far gone to rescue and the fire crews were concentrating on rescuing the stragglers from the restaurant.

They all three swam strongly towards the shore where some of the guests were gathered. Bruce climbed out of the lake and was met by Damian Alvey.

"Thank God you are safe, sir!" said Damian Alvey. "I feared the worst when the fire caught so quickly."

"What happened?" said Bruce brusquely.

"God alone knows, Bruce. It must have been some sort of electrical fault." He smiled at Bruce. "I don't know what the company would do without you. I hope you will be well enough for our meeting tomorrow?"

"I'll be there. You can count on it."

A fire chief walked up to Bruce. "Thank goodness you are safe, sir. We feared the worst. We've no idea how this building caught fire so quickly but thankfully we got everyone else out okay."

"Let me know your report," said Bruce as he walked past him. Bond and Selina hurried to keep up with him. Bruce got out his mobile phone, thankfully waterproof, and started pressing a button when a coughing sound made him stop.

"I take it the evening's festivities are over, sir?" said Alfred.

"Yes Alfred." He looked behind him at the smoke strewn wreckage that was once a famous Gotham landmark. "You must be psychic." He looked over at Bond and Selina. Their once expensive clothes were battered and bedraggled and wet. "Alfred, prepare two guest rooms when we get back. We are having visitors. I think we should all pay a visit to Wayne Tech tomorrow, don't you?" Bond smiled at this, a decidedly wolfish look for such a darkly handsome man. Selina gave him a long slow appraising look.

They got in the back of the limousine. The car purred away from the scene.

"Tell me who sent you," said Bruce Wayne abrasively. He didn't particularly want to invite the English man back to his manor but he would rather have him where he could keep an eye on him than not.

"I can't talk about that."

"Why are you here?"

Bond gave him a long slow look while he decided how much he should tell him. He shrugged; what harm could it be to tell him, besides he liked to live dangerously. "A nuclear missile has gone missing and it bears all the hallmarks of Wayne Tech. You're in charge of Wayne Tech."

The screen between them and Alfred slid down. "Forgive me for interrupting, sirs, but there have been two cars following us for the past three miles. They've changed cars twice but I know we are being followed. It is the old Ford sedan."

Bond looked out the back window. An old Ford sedan was following them two cars back. "Friends of yours?"

Wayne looked as well. There were several people in the car. The car started accelerating up the flow of traffic towards them.

Bruce looked at the people in the car. "I don't know them."

"I do, unfortunately," said Bond. "The big man's called Jaws. He's a contract killer and an exceptionally good one." He looked over at Wayne. "You must have annoyed the wrong people."

"Lose them!" said Bruce.

Alfred put his foot down and the car lurched away. The Ford roared up to the side of the car and Bruce could see the occupants. One of them was a huge man with steel teeth. Alfred used the sheer weight of the limo to try and push the other car off the road.

Jaws clambered out of the roof of the sedan and grabbed hold of the roof of their car. With a crashing sound he punched his way through the roof of the limo and started to peel off the roof. Bond saw the huge scarred face of Jaws, his metallic teeth gleaming as he grimaced with the effort of tearing their car apart, as he tried to push his way into the limo with them.