Ultimate DC and YoungD16 Presents…
ULTIMATE BATMAN
Note: There will not be a "Batgirl" yet, I don't want anyone to think that's why Barbra is in the story because it's not. Other than that all I can say is keep review and tell me how you feel about ULTIMATE BATMAN.
RECAP: Bruce is preparing for a showdown with the Killer Croc meanwhile Jack Hart is making Bruce look like he killed the WayneTech executives. Will Bruce ever pick up the pieces of his broken life or will Jack, aka The Joker, get his way?
Case 3: Rock Bottom Part 2
Barbra Gordon, granddaughter of Police Commissioner Gordon. She wasn't the greatest reporter but she got the job done. Reporters have to show no mercy it's just part of the job. So why did she feel so wrong to accuse Mr. Hart of a crime she was unsure he did. It must be the little detective in her, it runs in the family. Maybe it was just woman's intuition but there was something about Mr. Hart that puzzled her. Why was he in no way showing emotion towards the subject of the murders? He couldn't identify the man in the photo either, not that anyone could, but it all seemed odd to her. Her father had been a cop but was killed during a case with the crime mob, but her father was always asking questions and doubting things, maybe that's why he was killed. Barbra's grandmother would never let this thought down she hated Barbra's job.
"How was work today, dear?"
"Okay, I interviewed Mr. Hart of WayneTech today; you know he seems a little…"
"Mr. Hart! CEO Mr. Hart? He must be a fine young man, you should have got his number, you desperately need a man to take care of you."
And so Barbra's grandmother babbled on and on about how Barbra should date men that are higher on the scale than some of the men she usually dated.
"Mr. Hart is rather charming but I don't let my personal feelings get in the way of my work."
"Okay, Barb, okay."
Barbra leaned over the counter and turned on the news.
…Later this afternoon we'll give up some footage of the crime scene. Meanwhile WayneTech lives on as CEO Jack Hart prepares for an international expansion of the WayneTech Empire.
"You know, Gram, I could sure use a good cup of hot chocolate."
"I'll make some, dear, let me get my special mix from the basement."
Barbra's grandmother disappeared into the basement, leaving Barbra alone and bored. Barbra picked up the newspaper that was lying on the table, it read, "POLICE INVESTIGATE WAYNETECH DISASTER." She flipped through the pages hoping to find something worth getting into, she found something alright…"KILLER CROC STILL REIGNING CHAMP OF THE CELL! WILL HE GO HOME WITH $25,000 OR WILL HE FINALLY BE DEFEATED? Find out tonight!" It looked as though Barbra had some entertainment tonight after all.
At the docks…
Tonight was the night, there would be no room for error, it was all or nothing for Bruce. He felt sweat drip from his chin, the room he was waiting in was warm but being in the suit escalated things to another level. Alfred had decided that "Batman" would be the one to fight the Croc not Bruce Wayne. Alfred felt that Bruce should wait a little longer before going out unmasked.
There were many many people waiting to battle it out with Killer Croc. Everyone from cape "crusaders" to freaks of nature wanted a piece of the Croc. Bruce signed himself in and stood next to the door, a crack had been left so you could see the action in the ring (or cage, which ever you prefer). Bruce saw what looked to be hundreds of people, most of which were UNDERGROUND residents, the others were crime lords. Bruce wondered for a second if the Jokers would be there but his attention soon went to something far more threatening than the Jokers…
That THING stood nearly seven foot tall and an estimated weight of five hundred pounds…estimated. Muscles couldn't get any bigger, like those of a bodybuilder; they poked out at you as you shook with fear. If the muscles didn't scare you the huge hands and greenish skin tone did. The Croc was very…reptile-like, hence the name. But if those things didn't make you flinch his eyes did. Never has there been a pair of eyes so…evil. Emotions are carried in the eyes and it truly was the case with the Croc. Cold and dark, the Croc's eyes were sinister and seemed to slowly follow everyone around the room.
The room went silent as the champ entered the cage and the Croc began to stretch. With a deep voice that you could feel the closer you got, the Croc chanted, "First victim!" And with that the competition began.
Instead of having second guesses about fighting the Croc, Bruce studied him as he tossed the first fighter around. The Croc had a knack for charging first giving the opponent little time to react. Thrusting his fist giving the opponent's chest and stomach the Croc took advantage of the cage and threw his opposite against the cage walling. Within minutes the first fighter was out cold without the need to count to ten.
The Croc bellowed out "NEXT!" and the next fighter on the list went to the cage.
Each time someone fought Bruce studied the Croc's moves and looked for flaws, then Bruce looked for the flaws of the opponent. With much anticipation, to his surprise, Bruce realized he was next. He watched as the Croc spun his opponent around then released him only for him to crash into the cage wall. The opponent did not get up, T.K.O. once again. After two refs picked up the opponent it was Bruce's turn.
"Please welcome to the stage "The…BATMAN!" the commentator roared as the crowd cheered on…unfortunately those cheers were for the Croc to tear the Batman's head off.
Bruce walked to the cage, as he walked Alfred quickly reminded him to listen to him and…to move to the right!
As soon as Bruce could plant his feet in the cage the Croc wasted no time in making a charge at Bruce. There was little time to act so Bruce quickly dodged by moving to the right. The Croc somehow was "smarter" than he looked because the Croc moved right as well. Bruce soon felt what seemed like a ton of weight collapse onto his body. In a desperate attempt to stay alive Bruce grabbed the Croc's leg and flipped him "Wrestler style"! The crowd roared, but again they were not rotting for Batman.
The ear piece in Bruce's ear hurt him a lot, the Croc had thrown himself on top of Bruce, and Bruce's head had hit the floor. He could hear Alfred saying something but it was no use because the Croc had suddenly regained his footing and was once again charging at Bruce. In an attempt to shaken the Bruce hurled his body toward the Croc's, shifting all of his weight onto the Croc…It that wasn't the stupidest thing to do what happened next was…
Bruce was flown against the cage wall and only managed to amuse the Croc. The Croc grinned exposing his pearly white shark-like teeth, the Croc's cold eyes analyzed "Batman". This gave Bruce a window, unfortunately the earpiece that Alfred had installed was missing, so no one was there to help Bruce. No on was there to tell Bruce what to do during this "window"…BUT it's clear that no one would have suggested to punch the Croc in his…MANHOOD!
As the Croc whaled in pain Bruce took a step back, he didn't know what to do. He had studied the Croc's moves yet none of that helped, meanwhile he lost all contact with Alfred. The crowd roared on and on but this time it wasn't for the Croc…it was for the Batman.
Bruce began to feel confident, which temporarily overwhelmed the constant pain in his head and lower body. Bruce looked at the Croc, he was slowly recovering. Bruce acted quickly he made a charge at the Croc but it seems as though we've learned something new about the Croc…he's an incredibly good actor. The Croc suddenly "clothes lined" Bruce leaving him once again on the ground. The Croc wasted no time in bounding Bruce around; he grabbed Bruce by the neck and lifted off the ground.
Bruce could see the Croc's evil eyes, they weren't black but a dark green. They looked into Bruce, they knew something, they felt something. The Croc looked deep into Bruce's eyes, he suddenly loosened his hand up…But Bruce was determined to win. He used all the weight in his legs and kicked the Croc in his mid section. The Croc cried out and let Bruce go. The Croc had let his guard down and gave Batman another window and he took it.
The Croc was down on the ground and this time longer than the last. The ref started to count, the crowd was silent, Bruce could hardly stand but he had to look tough. The Croc tried to get up but he slumped back to the ground, the fight was over, Batman had won.
"And we have a new champion! The BATMAN!"
The crowd went wild and Bruce looked into the crowd only to see Alfred smiling from ear to ear.
The Croc eventually got off the ground with the help of his "keeper" Cranley Barnamer. The two of them stood there as "Batman" took the prize money from Barnamer's wife. The Croc snarled then stormed off the stage into the crowd.
Barnamer walked over to Bruce and started to talk to him, "You know now that you beat the Croc I have no one as my headliner for my show, would you be…interested? The money is great and you'd be a…celebrity."
"No thanks, Gotham is my home."
"Have it your way then."
With that said Bruce left the docks with Alfred waiting at home. He was on his way to change clothes when he was approached by a woman.
"Hello…Batman, right? Uh…I'm Barbra Gordon, reporter for the Gotham Gazette…I was impressed back there, congratulations."
"Thank you, miss, well bye."
Bruce hurried away before she could ask him any questions, he ran to a spot under the pier to change clothes. Just as he was about to take off his suit he felt a hand on his shoulder…a huge green hand…