Ultimate DC and YoungD16 Present…
ULTIMATE BATMAN
By YoungD16
RECAP: Bruce is resting from his last bout with the crime lord the Joker. He soon receives a note from a mysterious stranger that calls his/herself S.E.V.E.N. Meanwhile, Barbra Gordon meets with a young Lexcorp exec by the name of Richard Grayson and he something he wants to find out…
"…and the darkness engulfed him, he was lost in world that was all but unfamiliar…"
Case 8: Jervis Tetch
The kind of man that runs from his fears is a coward among men, the kind of man that hides because he fears running is even more of a disgrace, but a man that uses others to ensure his fears never come to recollect, that man is Jervis Tetch…
Gotham has a gloom about it today, which works out perfectly for Tetch, no one can see his fear, no one can call him out on it. Gotham's sky is a grayish blue and the smog from the sewers doesn't add much to the scene, still Tetch fiends for the darkness. His every move, every thought is carefully calculated and thought out, Tetch is cautious in a world where it no longer matters how much precautions you take. He perspires frequently and his hands shake, where is he, Tetch wonders as he waits. This part of town is dark, too dark for the likes of Tetch but to ensure he isn't seen he has to be here.
A black car slowly creeps up the narrow street and Tetch knows it is finally time; he fiddles around in the shadows as the car slowly approaches him. The car stops in front of and the window slowly slides down, the driver is revealed but it makes no difference because this man is the same man Tetch has been seeing since Tetch's first hit of the beautiful 'white stuff'. He is only the 'pushaman' to Tetch and that's all he wants him to be, but today the man has something else in mind…
"Tetch, back again so soon, did you enjoy the product?" – the man's voice was strange; it was like his vocal cords were scarred from something.
Tetch looked at the man and quickly diverted his attention to the bag of cocaine, he was feeling warm inside, he had been waiting all day for this moment. He could have cried right there because that's how bad he needed it. His stomach began to cramp and his heart quickened it's pace, he couldn't keep his eyes away from the bag. His hands started to shake once more and he had to suddenly use the bathroom, but not until he got his fix.
"You want this don't you?" – the man asked Tetch, knowing the response.
"Well, if you truly want this there's something I want you to do, do you understand?"
Tetch nodded his head, but he wasn't there right now, he was in his own world. He was flying above everyone and everything, he was having fun in the casinos he'd spent so much of his time in back in the day, he was sexing the girl of his dreams on a fur carpet with the candles burning intimately, he was lying next to a mountain of cocaine waiting for Tetch to devour it in one sniff.
"Tetch, listen to me damnit, I need you to do something for me first before you can get all of this precious coke."
Tetch was back now, he nodded his head, "An-anything…"
"Good, I need you to find someone for me, someone you might know from the tabloids…"
"Wh-who?"
"Bruce Wayne and I'll tell you where to find him too…"
Tetch understood the rules and began to walk down the street, it was midnight, no one was out. The pushaman said there'd be a car waiting for him, he said it wasn't hard to miss; it was an old olive colored car. Not even three minutes after Tetch started walking did he notice an olive car parked on the side of the deserted street. In the driver's seat was a man in a brown coat, Tetch was told this man would take him to Bruce Wayne, Tetch had a vibe from this man but he couldn't put his finger on it. Inside the car was an envelope addressed to Mr. Wayne. Tetch picked it up and held it until they pulled up in front of an old broken down apartment building…
Bruce was doing the laundry down stair when he heard a car pull up, the brakes were a little squeaky, he didn't pay much attention to it anyway. He had been doing laundry all day it seemed; today must have been national get shit clean day because everyone was down stairs taking up a machine that day. Finally at eight o'clock he gets a machine and starts his load. Bruce looks outside the window and notices it's night, guess he was there longer than he anticipated, no matter, he had nothing to do anyway. Bruce picks up the book he had started a little while ago, it was called Detective Stories, Stories from America's Greatest Crimes.
Suddenly he diverted his attention to the sound of a door opening, who was up at this hour of the night? Bruce continued to look at his book but couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on. Bruce didn't even notice when Jervis Tetch walked into the room and stood in front of him. Bruce suddenly realized there was a shadow in front of him. He looked up and frowned, it was man that clearly was a crackhead and he was holding one of those envelopes that Bruce had received earlier in the day. The man held out the envelope and Bruce took it without saying a word. He put down his book and started to open it when he realized the man was still standing there. Bruce didn't ask any questions he just opened it and there was another note,
Just a gift from your good old pal,
S.E.V.E.N.
Without any warning the man punched Bruce in the face and blew a handful of white powder onto Bruce's now wounded face. Bruce inhaled as a natural reaction to the hit in the face and ingested the mysterious powder. Bruce got up and tried to find the man but he was gone. Bruce wiped the blood off his nose and ran into the hallway to find that little crackhead, when suddenly he felt beside himself, he mind told him to move one way but his legs didn't get the information soon enough. The hallway became narrower and darker, the world started to spin and Bruce's heart started to thump harder and harder without letting up. Bruce's head was spinning of the wheels; his mind was suddenly like a circus. Bruce tried once more to stand up and exit the hallway but his attempt was useless.
Bruce started to crawl and eventually made his way to the stairwell and began to crawl up the steps. His hands were shaking like crazy and his heart wouldn't let up, he had almost forgotten how to use his legs because they now seemed motionless. Bruce's stomach churned and he felt his whole body was falling apart. What did that nut do to me? Bruce tried his best to get up the stairs but was too weak to do it, he laid down on the stairs and didn't move for a long time…
At a local Starbucks…
Barbra was startled when Mr. Grayson suddenly popped out of nowhere, she had been waiting for him to show up for almost thirty minutes, but that didn't matter too much to her. Barbra was busy rehearsing what she wanted to say to him. So when he showed up and say hi, she nearly had a heart attack.
"Sorry I was late, Ms. Gordon, I was caught up in something else."
"It's okay; really I just got here…"
The two sat there for a second not saying much other than the usual small talk a person would have with a stranger, but Barbra sensed he had something on his mind…
"You said you had something to ask me?"
"Oh, yes, it has to do with an article you printed a while back. It's about the covered up infidelity in the Wayne family, I wanted to know if you knew anything else about that."
"Well, as I was told, by a reliable source, that Mr. Wayne was in a relationship with another woman while married to Mrs. Wayne. To who I'm not sure, someone who worked for him I suppose. Why so interested?"
"Well because, I'm an orphan, my real mother left me with a friend of hers. And she had told her friend to watch me until I was old enough to understand her choice. I grew up never knowing my real mother or father."
Mr. Grayson looked down at his hands, Barbra wanted to hold them to let him know that felt bad for him, but she didn't.
"When I found out that my mother, my real mother, had worked for Mr. Wayne in the past I thought maybe…but no, that's stupid, I shouldn't have bothered you about this…"
"No, it's cool, that's actually pretty normal. I used to want to know my real mother and father too. They died when I was young, I barely remember them, I live with my grandparents, they mean the world to me."
"It's good to know I'm not the only one who dreamed of having something so big, do know what it would mean to be a Wayne?"
Barbra nodded and smiled.
The residence of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon…
Commissioner Gordon was asleep when the olive colored car pulled up in front of his house. Mrs. Gordon was in back yard tending to her garden and didn't notice anyone or anything abnormal going on. A man in a brown coat approached the front door to the house and used something to open the door, he stepped in to the living room, Mr. Gordon was lying on the couch. The man in the brown coat had on a pair of thick black sunglasses and a hat. He approached the Commissioner slowly, creeping toward his motionless body. The man in the brown coat didn't see the remote lying on the floor in front of Commissioner Gordon and when he was within a foot away he stepped on it and the television turn on loudly. Mr. Gordon awake startled and then suddenly started to move as he saw the man hovering over him, but it was too late, the man grabbed the Commissioner and held a piece of clothe against his mouth and nose, suffocating him...
Mrs. Gordon heard the television turn on inside the house so she assumed that her husband had finally woken up from his afternoon nap. She cleaned up her little work station and then headed inside. She put her shovel and gardening gloves on the kitchen table and made her way to the living room. She hadn't made it two feet in the room to realize the television was off and her husband was gone, her heart started to thump hard and she turned to see if he was in another room and as she did this she ran head first into the chest of man…
The man in the brown coat was now in front of her and she slowly backed away, but not soon enough, the man grabbed the old woman by the throat and dragged her to her own bedroom. Within minutes he was dragging her out, she was unconscious, and he laid her in the back seat with her husband. That afternoon as the sun went down and as Barbra Gordon was on her way home, the olive colored car pulled off in the direction of Gotham's unfortunate, the Underground…
Barbra approached the house and not two minutes went by that she notice something was wrong, the front gate to the house was open and she couldn't smell her grandmother's cooking yet. She reached to open the door but it was unlocked already, she open the door and entered the living room, immediately saw an olive colored envelope placed on the couch, it was address to her. She opened it and after reading it she dropped it on the floor and screamed loud then rushed to the phone to call the cops…
Dear Ms. Gordon,
Roses are red, violets are blue, who has your grandparents?
Not you.
Your pal,
S.E.V.E.N.
The cops wouldn't find her grandparents in time, but she knew one person that could, she just hoped he wasn't hurt or busy, but if only she knew what pain he indeed was in she might have been better off calling the Gotham PD…
Author's Note: I hope anyone that reads this enjoys it, I worked hard trying to come up with something new, so hopefully it works. If you have any suggestion or just want to say that you like the story please review, I actually look at them to see I'm doing good or not. Thanx