Chapter 9

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Four months after Ra's Al Ghul.

"Alright, I've done some thinking and after hours of hesitation, inner battles with myself about the right thing to do. I wrote this down for you." I said as soon as I stepped in the bunker.

"What is that?" Bruce questioned me stopping whatever he was doing.

"My knowledge of the future events that'll involved the Joker." I replied dropping the bunch of paper on his desk. "Now, I should probably not do this but I thought that will give you a chance to spare more life."

"Is all this accurate?" Bruce asked me.

"As far as I'm concerned it is." I nodded. I sat on the desk facing him. "You've already marked the bills, Harvey Dent is the new DA. Gordon got his own unit which I'm a part of. The only thing that has changed is that Rachel doesn't know about you being the Batman. So I just skipped all that part and I would have skipped it anyway."

"Why?" Bruce asked.

"It wouldn't be fun if you knew everything, now would it?" My lips twitched upward. "Read it. And if you have any questions you know where to find me." I patted his shoulder and got up to leave.

"Emma."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it." I smiled at him. "Have a nice day, Bruce."

"How's the operation going?" Gordon asked me.

"Been in the Narrows. To any drug dealers the last few weeks making sure to use the marked bills." I answered Gordon. "All we have to do is to wait until those marked bills reappeared in circulation."

"Already did, Rookie." Woertz scoffed. "We at least know that the mob dropped their money in two banks in town."

"Any lead on the Joker?" Gordon asked.

"Nope. Still looking." Woertz replied.

"You find anything, you report to me immediately." Gordon ordered us.

"Yes, Chief."

"Go back to work."

Alright, so my life in Gotham was going smoothly for now. And I dread the moment the Joker will finally make an appearance. I was afraid that revealing to Bruce what I knew about what the Joker will do or who he will kill will change things radically. And I don't even know if he'd believe me. I hoped he does.

I gave him those information because I wanted to change things. I thought that keeping all these knowledge to myself and not using them to change the situation in our favor was just a waste. Why not use it and do what's right? Maybe that's why I was here. Maybe that was the intention of whoever puts me in this world. They wanted me to change things. Make them better. But is this really the meaning of all this? I don't know. I'm not sure about this. I still doubt that I had any roles to play in this world. Maybe my role was to help the Batman or not at all. I don't know.

"This is Detective Sanders. I'm chasing a suspect on foot on Detroit Avenue in West Village." I cried through the radio. "She's wearing a red sweatshirt and bright green pants. She's armed with a blade. To all units available, approach her with caution."

"Sending reinforcements right away, Detective." The dispatcher answered.

The woman stopped abruptly. "GPD. Freeze." She looked around her before crossing the street and went on the other side. "Come on!" I cried. "She's going through West Montague Street." I cried on the radio giving to the dispatcher my exact location.

Once in Montague street, the woman turned into a small alleyway and climbed the fire escape. I climbed right after her. I gave to the dispatcher the number of the street and the building the suspect chose to climb. After the third flight of stairs, she climbed through a window. And I followed her.

As soon as I got through the window, I got attacked. The woman wasn't alone, there were others with her. My arms were grabbed which cause my gun to drop on the ground. They pulled me to them, swirled me around and slammed my back to the wall. They threw their fist in my face. The hit landed on my jaw. He was about to land another hit, I blocked him with my left arm, grabbed his shirt with my right hand and headbutted him, he staggered backwards holding his nose. I heard the woman cried furiously and she lunged at me with her knife. I grabbed her right wrist, pushed harshly on her right shoulder, and bent her forward. She dropped her knife, I kneed her in the face as another opponent came at me, I kicked him in the chest and he stumbled backwards. Still holding the woman by her arm, I swirled her around and banged her hand against the pillar that stood in the room. An arm was swung at me, I dodged it, landed a hit on their ribs before throwing three punches to their face knocking them out. The guy I kicked in the stomach was back on his feet, he swung his arm at me, I blocked it, punched once, twice in the face. He swung his right arm at me, I blocked it, punched once in the face, punched his left shoulder, he lost his balance and turned around, his back facing me shortly before I passed my right arm under his left one, used my weight to lift him up and threw him over my shoulder onto the ground. He landed harshly on his back.

The door slammed open and an entire squad of police officers stood in the door their guns raised up in front of them. "About time." I groaned. "Handcuffs those three idiots. Put them in custody and see if you can ID them." I bent down grabbed my gun hearing a few "yes, ma'am." And walked past them. "And call Arkham, just in case it's their patients." I walked down the stairs and out of the building, nursing my jaw. My phone rang, I pulled it out and answered it without checking the caller's ID. "Sanders."

"Hello, Emma. I wish to talk to you about your notes." Bruce said at the end of the line.

"Just tell me when and where?" I retorted.

"As usual."

"I'll be there." I hung up.

"You really rough 'em up, Rookie." Stephens chuckled walking in the precinct as I held an ice pack against the left side of my jaw.

"If you don't want to end up like them, stop calling me Rookie." I threatened jokingly. Stephens was probably the only one, apart from Gordon, that I really enjoyed working with.

"Anyway, we got an identification." He retorted. "Two of them are from Arkham."

"And the third one?" Gordon asked holding his cup of coffee.

"Most likely going to be charged with attack on a police officer and narcotics detention." Stephens replied. "Dent is gonna have fun with him."

"Good job, kid." Gordon patted my shoulder.

"He gets to call you kid and I can't call you Rookie?" Stephens raised his eyebrows.

"I love him better." I smiled cheekily.

"We need another code than 'as usual.'" I said as soon as I stepped in the bunker. Bruce was standing in his Batman suit not wearing his mask. "Because it's kinda lame."

"Good evening, Miss Sanders." Alfred greeted me.

"Evening, Alfred. It's always a pleasure to see you." I smiled at the butler.

"The pleasure is mine." Alfred answered.

I emitted a low chuckle. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Do you know when the Joker will attack the Gotham National Bank?" Bruce asked me.

"Unfortunately, no." I answered. "If I did I would have told you but that's really the beginning of what's going to happen next."

"You never said what his motives are?" Bruce continued to get ready for his night patrols.

"Chaos. His plan is to bring chaos when Batman and Dent are trying to bring order." I retorted. "I don't know if you already have the beginning of a plan in your head but I think that we should let him think that he has the control over everything."

"Why?"

"Because we don't want him to change his plans too soon." I said. "See, the mob bosses have most likely people everywhere. In the judge Surillo's office, the Commissioner Loeb's office, Harvey's. We need to find those people before he executes his evil plans. Because if he gets to them, Batman's and Harvey's downfall are both ensured." I sighed. "And even if we succeed, I don't know what will happen?"

"If we stop him. Everything should be alright." Bruce said frowning. "Why are you worried?"

"Because Chaos always finds a way. Inevitably." I retorted. "If we stop him and we will…"

"You need to be ready for any other plans that his sick mind would have formed." Alfred finished for me.

"Exactly." I agreed picking the stick for the Tumbler.

Bruce grabbed a hold of my face and I looked at him weirdly. "What happened?"

"Got in a fight with some thugs. They are more damaged than I am." I replied. "My three months of kickboxing paid off."

Bruce nodded before taking the stick from my hands. "We'll go over this later." The Batman said walking to his Tumbler referring to my notes probably.

"Theatrical much." I said to Alfred as soon as the Tumbler left the bunker.

"Master Wayne is pushing theatricality to another level." Alfred chuckled.

I sat upright when I heard someone called my name softly. "Bruce? You're back?" I stretched up my sore neck. "Do you need patch up?"

"No, I'm alright. Just a few bruises at most." He replied taking off his gloves. "There were more of those copycats and Crane made his reappearance. Trying to sell his drug."

"You caught him?"

"He was able to get away." Bruce said frustrated starting to take his batsuit off.

"Look," I got up," we'll get him but he's not that important. The ones we really want are the mob bosses and the Joker. Well, mostly the Joker."

"You said that arresting the mob bosses won't stop him."

"Dent made the bold decision to charge all the mob bosses and their men at the same time in one trial. Trial presided by Judge Surillo. Now, he killed the judge and the Commissioner because they were both willing to put all those men behind bars and they were supporting Harvey. He tried to kill Harvey because he was giving hope to the people of Gotham." I paused. "Once he killed the Judge and the commissioner, no one was willing to stand up to the mob but that didn't stop Harvey. So, the Joker tried to kill the Mayor because Harvey still have his support. And when that didn't work, he attacked Harvey and those he loved. Turning Harvey into a villain thirsting for revenge. Harvey died and Batman sacrificed himself to save Dent's reputation and to get the mob off of the streets."

"That's why you want to stop the Joker. To save Batman?"

"No, Gotham. I'm trying to save Gotham."

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