Ultimate DC and YoungD16 Presents…
ULTIMATE BATMAN
by YoungD16
RECAP: Bruce and Alfred are in a mess now that they've broken into WayneTech, but will they survive in time to solve the biggest scandal Gotham City has seen in years…?
Case 6: Family Reunion
Bruce was stun he couldn't believe who stood before him, it couldn't be real, it just couldn't. The laughter that had begun moments before rose higher and higher. The Jokers were in control now; Bruce and Alfred were merely puppets to the Jokers. Bruce couldn't help but feel a number of things, one being fear another being anger. The man standing before him was the sole reason why Bruce became what he is today. Bruce couldn't believe that his father, someone who he has believed to be dead, was standing in front of him.
Alfred was nowhere to be found but Bruce's hunch was that the Jokers had done away with him quickly. Alfred was Bruce's only friend and now he was defenseless against the people who he thought to have killed his parents. Now Bruce was the one who was the murderer, if the man in front of him is who Bruce thinks he is, Bruce was a cold-blooded killer.
"Well son, say something, aren't you happy to see your old man?"
Bruce's muscles tightened and he was scared, what kind of sick dream was this? His father never acted like this, his father was supportive but never in this manner, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Bruce looked at the Jokers, all grinning from ear to ear, they knew something. Bruce barely caught his "father" charge at him as he turned his head back towards him. Bruce maneuvered to the opposite side of the room and was prepared for anything.
"Ha ha, I can see there's no fooling you, but it was worth a try. The look on your face was priceless, just like the look on your mother and father's faces when they got shot I bet."
The man that looked like Bruce's father really was someone else, someone who had a familiar voice, too familiar…
"You bastard!" Bruce yelled with pure hatred for the man who stood in front of him.
Bruce realized at once who it was macerating as his father, it was heartbreaking to know the truth, all that had happened up until this point was bullshit. Bruce knew that voice too well, the voice that comforted him when he was low, the voice that resurrected him after such a fall. That voice could only belong to the one person Bruce had left in this world, Alfred Pennyworth, that traitor.
The man removed the very convincing mask of Bruce's father and, just as Bruce had suspected, it was Alfred; just another pawn in the game Hart was playing. Bruce should have never let his guard down, now it's too late the darkness has him.
"Did you really think I was your friend Bruce? I mean in this world there are two kinds of people, the good and the ones that know what's good for them. You got to have street smarts now a days kid, sorry, it's just the way the good book was written. You understand right?"
There was an unexplainable amount of anger growing inside of Bruce, nothing he had ever felt before, something that was liberating yet painful. Alfred was right, there are only two people in this world and Bruce would stop at nothing than to distinguish from the two. No one ever again will gain his trust like Alfred from now on it was strictly business…
Just as Bruce was about to unleash his anger there was another familiar voice, a voice that Bruce had sickly anticipated would be here, the voice of Jack Hart. Jack came from the shadows revealing what he really was…a joker, The Joker. That bastard and his face paint could kiss Batman's ass for all Bruce could care, he had one thing on his mind at this point…justice.
Justice. And wasn't that what he'd been seeking this whole time? Wasn't it all this time what he wanted? Justice for the death of his parents and for his downfall. Justice for people who have lost what little hope they could muster up, justice was what Bruce wanted this time, instead of revenge. He had grown as a person since the last time he was trapped and cornered. No revenge wouldn't solve any problems but stand up and protect those who don't have that ability that would mean something…
Bruce stepped forward, Jack Hart looked deep into his eyes, searching for weakness. Unfortunately for Jack, Bruce no longer had a weakness, he was strong now. For the longest time Bruce had been waiting for this final confrontation. For the longest time he wanted answers and now he was getting them. Unfortunately for Jack, Bruce Wayne is dead…now there is only Batman!
"Say something, you stupid coward!" Hart bellowed out from beside Alfred, both with record breaking grimaces. The small gang would have out numbered Batman, but he was smarter than he realized before. He may be broken down but his spirit will never again be the same. There lies a great force inside of him that only a true hero, a true leader, possesses. And with that said, the only thing for his powerful mind and body to do was fight the good fight…
"You're right, there are only two types of people in this world." Bruce stepped toward certain defeat, he looked the traitor and his employer in the eyes. "My allies and my enemies…"
Bruce dashed toward the group and jumped on top of Alfred and gave him something he won't soon forget. Blood splattered onto Bruce's costume, meanwhile the Jokers maneuvered quickly. Hart had a sledge hammer in his hands ready to strike Bruce's back but luckily he evaded this attack in time. Instead the hammer struck the ground beside the now unconscious Alfred. Bruce clinched his fist and darted toward one of Hart's henchmen. Bruce was well aware of the other henchmen behind him but he had little time to act.
"I should have killed your bitch-ass when I had the chance!" yelled Hart as he followed his men towards Bruce.
Bruce ran down a corridor and scanned the area as his so-called mentor Alfred had always instructed him to do. There enough playing field to get the job done it he had some time to spare, unfortunately he had no time, he had to act fast. He raced toward a support beam and waited for the Jokers to appear. He could hear their footsteps. Bruce closed his eyes and concentrated only on them, he had quickly scanned the perimeter and knew there was enough room to out trick a couple of them. The footsteps became louder and he knew they were few feet away.
Bruce ran around the support beam and kicked one of the henchmen in the side and knocked him to the floor. The one closest to Bruce turned unsuspectingly and Bruce kneed him in the gonads. The giant-like man whaled in pain and began to curse Bruce. Bruce ran further down the corridor he had only seen once before, the ironic thing about it was that this very corridor was the one that Bruce had heard a conversation between his father and a young secretary he hadn't noticed much at the time.
"Pamela, please, give me one more chance, I know things haven't been easy for us lately but we'll be together soon, okay?"
"And what about Dick? You can't hide him forever. Bruce deserves to know…"
Bruce couldn't remember the rest but there was no time to remember the past, at least not now. Bruce reached a huge door, he could hear the Jokers far behind him, getting closer and closer. Bruce opened the door…
The room was illuminated by the many screens and monitors surrounding the room. It's purpose was never discussed in WayneTech meetings and press conferences but Bruce knew of a room that held all of the unfinished business. Bruce quickly shut the door and locked it shut.
Bruce quickly examined the screens for info, nothing could prepare him for what he was discovering. Everything was here in this room, hundreds of files on Bruce and his life. Everyone he had ever come in contact with was on file, the newest would be Barbra Gordon. It was insane, everything was on file, every friend Bruce had had in the past, every important moment. What was this?
The Jokers would reach the room any time now, Bruce hadn't much time to think, but the files that were being kept were all he could think of. Who would want to keep track of his life like this? Who would want to watch over Bruce so tightly? Those were questions to be asked later, first thing was to escape this mess alive.
The door started to pound and Bruce had little time to react. He wanted to destroy the information the files had possessed. Bruce grabbed a nearby chair and threw it into the monitors of the room. Sparks flew violently across the room and burned Bruce's unmasked face scarring the area above his right eye. Bruce yelled as he grabbed his face, holding back the tears he knew that WayneTech had to down in flames and so did the Jokers.
The door starting to move off the hinges, Bruce had to think faster than ever…The sparks had quickly developed into flames and the room seemed to become smaller. The air was filled with smoke…and that was when Bruce decided that this would be a perfect moment to us his stealth skills that Alfred mistakenly taught him. The door bolted from it's hinges and a miniature mafia of Jokers entered the smoke filled the room. Bruce hid silently among the smoke clouds waiting for his chance to attack.
"You can not hide from the Joker, Mr. Wayne, that is inevitable! Even in your dreams I will find you, you bastard child…"
At last Bruce would get his well earned prize, his justice. Bruce leaped eight feet into the smoke filled air above Jack Hart and hit him with two clinched fist. Jack fell to the ground and Bruce kept on punching him the abdomen and the head. The Jokers tried to pry Bruce off of Hart but their efforts were pointless, Bruce was not going to stop until…
Hart's face covered in blood lifted up and pleaded for his life, like a bitch. And Bruce grabbed him and held him close. Everything that Bruce's mind had ever fantasized about avenging his parents death came flushing down into the eyes of Hart. Everything Bruce wanted to do to Hart was before him. But even now he could make a choice, kill or be killed. The savage mind that possess Bruce wanted nothing more than to tear Hart apart but the wiser side of Bruce was saying let go, he's not worth the fight. Bruce struggled to listen to the voices in his head. Who was right and who was wrong?
If he let Hart go he'd kill again just as many criminals do. But if he ended this now he would never have to worry about the Jokers again. The decision was his and now was the time to make it.
"You know what Hart? There are two types of people in this world…"
Bruce grabbed for his last explosive.
"My allies and my enemies!"
Bruce threw the explosive to the side of the room and the wall collapse into rubble. An opening was revealed and he grabbed Hart's body and jumped out the building…Both Bruce and Hart were falling, Bruce had little time to activate his glider installation unit in his costume. Finally after a few seconds he and Hart were gliding above Gotham City. Spectators watched in awe as a man dressed like a bat flew down the city streets and made a hard landing in front of Gotham's psychiatric institute Arkham Asylum.
Bruce threw Hart against the door of the office and fled the scene before anyone important could see him. The door opened and the officers immediately picked up Hart who was wearing his notorious clown make-up, which would sooner or later tie him into the murder cases. Bruce had done what was right and just. But there will always be a part of him that wants to end Hart's life and maybe one day he'll get the privilege…
The Apartment of Mr. and Mrs. Commissioner Gordon…
Barbra was sleeping silently in her small pink bed; she could rarely have the pleasure of escaping her teenagey years. She lay on her bed tired from a report sure to rival all her reports. She suddenly was awakened by a noise and realized that she had left her window open, strange she didn't remember opening it. As she turned to go back to her bed she ran into something or someone…
The room was dark all that revealed to her was a torso, a very familiar torso…
"Batman?"
Bruce was silent at first. Barbra took a step forward to see if this was him.
"I need you to do me a favor, make a story, a big story on the information I am about to give to you."
Barbra looked at the envelope that Bruce gave her, she examined the outside and finally opened it. There were pictures, many pictures and a small cassette tape. The pictures were of Bruce Wayne and his parents, also there were pictures of Jack Hart and his numerous comrades. There was also a note Barbra was confused by this and looked up to ask why but Batman was gone.
She read the title of the note and immediately walked to her computer, she had a story alright, THE story…
Bruce Wayne: The True Story of a Billionaire PlayBoy…
The end
P.S.--- Thanx for all the reviews on this story I look forward to doing another batch of ULTIMATE BATMAN stories real soon so look out for that. Thanx for the fun and give me suggestions, I'd love to hear.