Ultimate DC and YoungD16 Present…
ULTIMATE BATMAN
By YoungD16
Author's Note: Thanx to anyone who reviewed for this fanfic, it's been a while since the last time I wrote a story so I hope this satisfies someone's need. Anyway just thought I'd give it another try. Enjoy.
"The game has completely changed, things aren't the way they used to be…A brisk darkness hovers over Gotham City and I know that my work is far from done. There is still much to do, there is still much to solve, and if Bruce Wayne can't solve it, then Batman must take the reigns…"
Case 7: S.E.V.E.N.
The world seems so very dark, the silence is terrifying, and the lost souls roam the streets for something fulfilling. The tabloids are filled with garbage and the world hungrily waits for Bruce Wayne to make a grand entrance. The world has been waiting for a savior, the world has been waiting for hope, but unfortunately Bruce Wayne does no longer exist. Instead a more focused, more ambitious, man has stepped to the plate…This man is like no other, he's what made Bruce realize the mistakes he's made and now that this realization has come Bruce Wayne hibernates while his confident self, his wiser self, enjoys life…
"THE BATMAN has once again saved Gotham P.D. the trouble of hunting down crime lords like that of The Joker. The only question remains who is the Batman? Some say it's the long-thought dead Bruce Wayne, some say it's his father, and some say it's Santa Claus, no one knows…"
The television screen fades in and out, the set wasn't that good, but Bruce liked it just the same. It was one of a few possessions he had other than a bed and his bat-suit. He had retreated into the night after defeated Jack Hart and his one time mentor Alfred Pennyworth. He tilted his head back against the concrete wall of the apartment as he watched the news. Barbra made sure his story was being told, the word on the street was that Bruce Wayne was indeed the street's messiah, Batman, and he liked the thought.
Now when they see me, they fear me, now when I pass by, they love me…
But Bruce's train of thought didn't dwell on the sudden respect and recognition, his mind was on one thing, the well being of Gotham and it's less fortunate. There was a breeze outside that made the window rattle a little bit. Bruce got up and shut the window, as he did this there was a strange car parked outside of the apartment. Bruce was on the third floor which was perfect for seeing everything that went down in the neighborhood. The car was an odd color for a car, it was an olive color, Bruce had never seen a car this color before and he hesitated before shut the window. Bruce retreated to his bed and laid down for a small nap…
Outside of Bruce's apartment a man in a brown coat slowly walked toward the door of apartment 7, Bruce's apartment, the man held in his hand an envelope. It was an olive color just like the car the man had parked outside the building. The men slid the envelope through the crack at the bottom of the door and slowly walked away. Strangely, no one in that apartment building saw this man enter or leave…
Gotham Gazette…
Papers everyway from the floor to the cracks and crevices of old broken down desk area of Barbra Gordon, who now was late for a meeting with LexCorp representatives, they were interested in giving feuding and there couldn't have been a better timing. The Gazette was losing readers' respect after releasing countless Batman-related stories. The tabloids were obsessed and all that keeping the Gazette alive was crime orientated facts and allegations which was information from her grandfather. Lexcorp was slowly becoming an industrial giant, if the Gazette had just a slice of that pie they would be alright. Barbra gathered her palm-pilot and jetted for the conference room.
Jeffery and Tammy were poking their heads out of the door when Barbra turned the corner to the conference room, they looked pissed at first but then desperation came afterwards. Barbra came to the door and brushed her skirt down and got herself together before entering the room. She opened the door a wide room with white walls and three wide windows, there was faint glow from the sun indicating morning, there were ten or so executive peoples in the room too…
"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my tardiness, please forgive me…"
"It's no big deal Miss Gordon."
A man stood behind Barbra, she turned around quickly and was soon starring into the eyes of a tall man in a gray business suit. The man was lightly tanned and he had short dark hair. Barbra couldn't get away from his blues eyes that seemed to be warm and welcoming. He rested his hand on her shoulder and led her to a set next her co-worker Jeffery. The man slowly walked toward his spot in front of the room, he obviously was the head of this meeting. He held a small stake of papers and began to pass them out among his execs.
"Miss Gordon, as I was saying, we've come here today to negotiate some kind of deal with the Gazette. We believe there's potential in it, just as there was potential in the Daily Planet years ago. We'd like to give you and your co-workers a chance to live your dreams."
"Umm, thank you, Mister…"
"Grayson, I'm sorry I failed to introduce myself to you, I'm Richard Grayson, Lex Luthor's chairman of Public Communications."
Barbra blushed just a little when her eyes met Mr. Grayson's. Something was so great about him, she couldn't concentrate, it was if she'd be trapped or something.
"It's a pleasure…to meet you I mean; it's a pleasure to meet you…"
The meeting lasted a good thirty minutes and afterwards Barbra was pleased she'd become in charge of getting information while Jeffery and Tammy were responsible for getting the info out to the public. The only problem was that Lexcorp will be doing weekly check ups on the Gazette's work to make sure the news is still fresh. Barbra was on her way to her office when a hand tapped her shoulder, she turned to find Mr. Grayson again, she could feel her face getting hot.
"Miss Gordon I was looking at an article you did a while ago about Bruce Wayne and I was wondering if we could discuss it over coffee or something? You see, it's very important that I get something straight, do you mind if we…"
"Oh, no, I don't mind. I get a lunch break in an hour how does coffee at the Starbucks down the street sound?"
Mr. Grayson smiled revealing pearly white teeth and again his blue eyes seemed to overwhelm Barbra because she didn't even hear him say "yes" the first two times. He turned and started to walk toward the exit of the hallway and as he did exit he waved at Barbra; she almost fainted…
Apartment 7, the Underground…
Bruce slowly came back to himself as he began to awake from his small nap, turns out his nap was a good three hours but he had time to kill he figured. It was dark out when his eyes were last open, now the sun was trying to be seen through the smog of the grimy city. Bruce's back was aching from a recent fall from a building; he was chasing a thief, apparently a pretty good one. Bruce stretched and then slowly put on a t-shirt so he could go get the laundry done. Not three seconds later did he notice an olive colored envelope lying at the base of his door. He walked toward it and picked it up; the envelope was address to "Apartment S.E.V.E.N.".
Bruce eyed it for the longest time before opening it, he wasn't sure of it, what it meant. No one had the address to his apartment, not even Barbra, the one person he trusted even slightly. After a few minutes he opened it…
S- is for Savior.
E- is for Evidence.
V- is for Vengeance.
E- is for Everlasting Fear.
N- is for Near…
This is a game just like any other you'd play, the difference is, the prize is much more than your dignity.
Your new friend, SEVEN
Bruce read the note over and over, it didn't make sense to him but he knew that this was one of to things; one being it was an obsessed fan of his or two it was some loony. Who sends letters asking to play games? Who sends letters to someone they've never met?
Bruce balled up the note and threw it in the trashcan in the corner and then gathered his stinky clothes and headed for the laundry mat. Ten minutes later an olive colored car pulled up in front of Barbra Gordon's grandparents' house. A man in a brown coat slowly walked to the front of the house, in his hand was an envelope, what color you ask?
Olive, of course…