Ultimate DC Presents…

Ultimate Batman

By YoungD16

Case 1: "The Allure" Part 5

The allure of vigilantism is one feeling that can never truly fade away. Bruce Wayne had been trapped inside for four years never answering to the call of duty. BUT tonight all of that would change…the underground was calling him.

In a desperate attempt to find Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce knew only one person who could find him…Batman. Batman, an identity that manifested from Bruce's childhood fear, the only thing to ever scare the shit out of him…bats. The Waynes had lived in Gotham Heights but ever once in a while they visited a cabin on a camping ground for Gotham's "well off". Mr. Wayne loved the outdoors and animals he had encouraged his son to have a respect for animals so that one day he would receive the same in return.

It was a fortunate event that a bat would be silently sleeping on the ceiling of their cabin that one weekend. Bruce panicked, the bat suddenly awakened startled and squeaked and flew away. In the process of all this poor little had fainted, he later awoke to his father.

"Don't be afraid of them Bruce, they won't hurt you."

Bruce's father paused.

"You know sometimes people find that the things that they fear the most aren't as bad as they think. And it takes a strong person to face the things they fear the most and I want you to be strong person."

Bruce had a strong sense of pride and felt it was his duty to please his father. His father would want Bruce to help the sick and poor, his father would ant Bruce to be responsible and trust worthy, and his father would wasn't him to protect people from their fears as his father had protected him from his fear. Bruce eventually found that it was much easier to face his fear by becoming that in which he feared.

Now it was time for Bruce to return to the "underground" he needed to find Alfred and interrogating people would soon be the "Batman's" specialty.

With a new mask that he designed himself, "Batman" hide in shadows of an old candy factory he used to sleep in, it was now inhabited by drug dealers.

The dealers rambled about a new custom that they were going to ripe off with the cheap stuff. They were so unexpecting it was too much fun to just talk them into what Bruce wanted. Bruce leaped onto the table of drugs while the dealers surrounded him, all scared as shit.

"Ahh, the Batman or whatever the hell he calls himself. Look we aint do sh…!"

Bruce leaped on the man doing all the talking and put his foot on the man's neck.

"Now everyone listen very closely."

It only took two minutes to get the location of his long time friend and once mentor, Alfred. The drug dealers didn't think they stood a chance against the Batman. And who would blame them, word had got out that a strange figure had killed some of the underground's most praised misfits. The "Jokers" as they referred to, because of the clown make up they wore. The Jokers were the most feared group of misfits, merciless and fearless, but when a mere man killed some them off everyone in the underground got the shakes at the thought of meeting the one responsible.

Alfred was well known for his wisdom and many people went to him for advice, someone with a future as grim as a drug dealer's didn't at all affect the way Alfred helped someone. The dealers had told Bruce that he would find Alfred at old steel mill. Bruce pieced around but after a few moments he could see nothing, he turned around to head back to the dealers but sudden a man appeared in front of him. The man resembled Alfred but…he looked older, his hair had more gray and a little bit of white hidden in the dark hair that he did have.

"Alfred."

The man looked confused.

Bruce took off his mask and cloak, revealing his true self. Alfred now looked more relaxed.

"Bruce, it's been along time. Four years if I'm not mistaken."

Bruce didn't say anything he was so glad that Alfred remembered him.

"Bruce, why haven't you come to visit me before now? I know I was hard on you for what you did to the Jokers but that didn't mean shut me away forever."

"I don't know why I didn't come to you sooner. I'm sorry."

They are silent not knowing how to express themselves. Finally Alfred spoke.

"And another thing, Batman, why Batman you look ridiculous."

Bruce laughed, he hadn't done that in a while, and it felt good. "It's a long story. Alfred I need you're advice."

"Okay, I'm all ears."

"I'm CEO of WayneTech and have a good idea but no one trust me. Meanwhile I'm still trying to figure out who wanted my parents dead and why. I don't know what to do or where to start. I came to you because you've been there fore me and I know you can help me in someway."

"Well I'm no businessman but I can help you with who tried to kill you. Think about it, why would someone want you dead, because you're a Wayne and you would control a major industry and if dead the next person in line from you would control all of WayneTech. Who ever killed your parents didn't' just want them dead they wanted you dead as well. Who would have got WayneTech if you had died four years ago?"

Bruce thought real hard on what Alfred said and in Bruce's mind he had had that thought there for a very long time but never excepted it.

"Jack Hart, but he was so close to my father there's no way he could have wanted my family dead."

"Think again, Bruce. Word on the street is the infamous Jokers are working hand in hand with Mr. Hart and if I were you Bruce I wouldn't trust him. But you already don't right? I can see it in your eyes, you doubt your relationship with Mr. Hart don't you?"

"I've always felt as though he were planning something. Now I'll just have to watch out for him. Thank you Alfred."

"Anytime."

"You know what? You should come with me, you don't deserve this type of life, no one does but especially you."

"I'm fine really but I could use a hot meal if you're offering."

"Yeah sure."

Bruce felt good about him seeing Alfred again he felt relieved. Alfred was tired, he was getting old Bruce could tell just by the way Alfred walked. When they got back to the apartment they could relax.

If only Bruce knew what was waiting for him in his apartment he would have stayed at the steel mill.

Gotham Heights. Nothing more beautiful and nothing more dangerous. Beautiful on the outside but a heart full lies and deception, Gotham City treasures the Heights with no regrets. Home to the world's richest, the world's smartest, and also the world's most dangerous. Jack Hart masquerades as a man interested in the well being of his people, he will stop at nothing to control WayneTech and Gotham City. Jack Hart coldhearted, dangerous, and SELF-OBSESSED, so self-obsessed that he had two identities that he flaunts, Jack Hart and The Joker. He controls everything without even showing his face. With a point of a finger he could have anyone wiped off the face of the earth. But he wants one person in particular dead…Bruce Wayne.

Author's Note: Well that's where I'll leave it for now, I originally wanted this to be the conclusion chapter but it would be too long. Thanx 2 anyone who reviewed