Rising Hero chapter 4
Dawn of the hunt
When Bruce Wayne is worked up over anything the only ones who can tell is his two age old friends.
One being his butler, his other being the acting CEO of Wayne Enterprise when Mr. Wayne is on "a Business Trip".
So, when Bruce called for a weekend of where all Wayne Enterprise personal were going to be off for 4 days but would still be payed for it, you can bet that both Alfred and Lushes where shock and concerned.
They sat in the Bat cave while Bruce pulled up a few files.
"Sir? I know you love being a good man to your employees, but what is this really about?" Alfred asked.
Bruce said nothing a for a few seconds.
"You were both there for me when My parents where killed. After the autopsy, after everything."
His voice was dark and heavy. A sober silence fell among the three off them.
"And that will never change as long as we breath" lushes said passionately.
The young CEO was glad to have the two men sitting with him in his life.
A few more key strokes found the three looking at a news articular reading "Mother dead, son missing"
A few weeks ago, a small family was broken apart by the act of a terrorist organization by the name of M.E.C.H. the government needs help finding this organization as well as finding the son of a now passed on mother.
Jack Darby, age 16, was classified as missing. No one knows how he got out of town without being spotted but the Darby's weren't well known for the few years they were in Jasper Nevada, having started they life in a small City in the panhandle of Texas and shortly moving to where Josh Darby would be a police officer and be killed in a battle right after his second anniversary on the force.
"Darby was a fine officer with a fine family, it is sad to see that family broke the way it was back then, but now… the whole force is praying for Jack's safety." Police Chief Robert Johnsen says.
"After Jack's mother passed away, the government went into a frensy trying to make sure the Jack doesn't get the same fate…" Special Agent William Fowler said, "Jack is a personal friend of mine, that is why I know that he is alive and well, he took off after his mother's funeral, but here is one thing that everyone should be made aware of… If Jack doesn't want to be found, he will not be found." Fowler explained.
it showed a picture of Jack and his father and mother, all of which were holding rifles and decked out in camouflage, like they were out hunting. And then it had a picture of Jack by himself, holding a deer by the antlers and a bolt acting rifle slung over his shoulder.
Several minutes went by where none of the three men said anything…
"What does this have to do with anything going on here?" Alfred asked carefully.
Bruce taped a few keys and found an image of the licenses plate of the crown Victoria at the gas station at the time of the shootout.
He taped a few more key's and low-and-be-hold the car belonged to June Darby.
The other two men gasped at the image.
"That means…" Lushes started but was cut off by Alfred, "That Jackson Darby… is in Gotham City!"
"Barbra called me a few days ago with the idea of the shooter being someone on the run, I did a little bit of research and I found this article, but not by it's self…"
GUN FIGHT ERUPTS, TOWN POLICE DEPARTMENT DOWN MULTIPLE OFFICERS!
It had a several pictures of the PD office shot up and multiple people (that were towns men and women) multiple criminals, and multiple police officers lay about dead or wounded.
"Oh my…" Alfred said.
"Wow…" said Lushes
It had a video link showing the whole thing from start to finish.
All 34 minutes, and 53 seconds worth of it
They sat and watched as men and women died in mass numbers, action that few expect but never get into, even the Batman never seen such a thing.
It was disheartening what had happened, but the knew it was what gave Jack the massive disliking for cop-killing criminals.
The war on cops declared by Obama scarred a young man, and now the young man has taken arms to the criminals who kill innocent people for no reason.
"We have to find him before he get's himself killed!" Alfred declared.
Suddenly, the bat wave went off.
"TROUBLE AT THE POLICE DEPARTMENT?!" Bruce yelp.
Jack was strolling though the city streets trying to get mind out of the past, it wasn't doing much help.
His mother, rest her soul, wanted nothing more than for Jack to grow into a tall and powerful man like his father…
If she could see him now.
Jack walked by the police department and glanced at the ageing stone that led up the walk way.
He smiled sadly, the men and women of the police will always be people he admires, he wanted to be a cop when he was younger, his father even signed him up for the junior academy before the fight erupted that killed him and his father's best friend.
First responders had a hard life, and with many of them being killed for no other reason than because of the uniform, it begged the question of why any one would want to one?
The cold cross wind brought Jack back to where he was standing.
He turned and continued the way he was going until he came across a coffee shop.
"Mmmm, yes please…" Jack thought to himself as he entered the shop.
The door chimed as he entered. He took a look around the place as he walked over to the counter to place order.
After making the order out to "Jack" (hundreds of people are named Jack and he was one of them)
He sat down in a booth by the wall, setting to where could see the door and windows.
Jack had both of his pistols on him, he had a collapsible Paton and a KBAR on him, two spare mags for the M&P and two speed loaders for the 686 plus. Meaning he wasn't lacking when it came to force multipliers.
People may say he is paranoid, Jack would argue he is prepared. For being paranoid means you are always looking for ONE thing to happen, as to being prepared, you are ready to react to anything (well most anything)
And to keep questions to minimal he wore his father's badge on his belt if he had to get out of a situation with the police.
It was two in afternoon, with the prediction of snow in the forecast Jack had mix feelings for it.
True he didn't mind the snow, but he grew up in a place that was a blistering heat year around, meaning he was not a custom to the climate here yet, or may never.
He didn't remember much about their first house in Texas, the last thing he remembered was that it was destroyed by a tornado, it was a blur after that.
On his way back to the seat he was at his eye's caught a glimpse of a newspaper headline.
"Mother dead, son missing" with a picture of his family on the front page.
No one was near by when he saw it, so he picked it up and took it with him back to his seat.
He sat down and began to read his heart sank, knowing now that everyone knew he was missing.
Including M.E.C.H.
Of course, no one knew where he was, Unless the batman showed up at the snow shed he was staying in, but even that would be unusual…
Because the Batman has more important thing's to do than look for a 16-year-old kid with bounty on his head from a terrorist organization.
Jack was expendable to many others, he understood that, but he wasn't going to go without a fight. He has a mindset of stone-cold killer that would make marines proud (courtesy of his father), and would terrify even Sylas if he ever catches wind of it.
"Deterring violence is key to police work Jack…" he remembered his father say long ago it seemed.
"Why is that dad?" a confused 13-year-old Jack asked.
"Because, if we shot the first suspect we came across every time we had a case there would more cops than there would be everyone else!" his father explained gently.
"But what happens when violence can't be avoided?" Jack asked.
"Then we follow the department's slogan when it comes to fighting bad guy's, 'HIT HARD! HIT FAST! And most importantly HIT ACCURATE!' shooting to stop is inevitably going to kill whom ever you shoot, center mass is where you train to shoot but aiming to kill in the heat of the moment is not necessarily a bad thing."
"And why is that?"
"Because sometimes the only shot you got… may just be the head…"
He remembers the silence that came afterwards like the stink after someone farts.
"Learning when to stand and fight, is just as important as knowing when to run"
"If you can't get the first punch into the fight, you have to be damn sure you beat 'em to the last, because that is the fight ender…"
"Don't fight fair… go for the eyes, throat, anything you know that can bring anyone to their knees..."
"Respect everyone, but have a plan to kill everyone you meet…"
These were all lesson's his father instilled in him before the faithful day to pass.
There was a soft voice the brought him to reality, "Order for Jack?"
He gasped and look wide eyed at the girl who had addressed him.
He apparently startled her with his reaction.
"Oh gosh I am so sorry…" Jack rubbed his face.
"Hey, hey it's okay you where clearly thinking of something else…" the girl sat down in the chair in front of him.
She was in her later teen's no older than 18, she had brown eyes and red hair.
To put it bluntly, she was very pretty!
She stuck her hand out and smiled, "I'm Barbra by the way!"
Jack shook her hand with a smirk, "Jack, but you probably spent the last few minutes to get a hold of me, right?"
She blushed, and she's even cuter when she blushes!
In Barbra's head she was thinking about the guy that was sitting in front of her…
Jet black hair, stormy blue eyes, smooth face and even a cute smile…
The two teens sat talking for a couple of minutes, all while Jack drank the coffee he ordered.
After about five minutes, Jack had finished the coffee and Barbra had offered to take care of it for him, he let her take the cup but she pulled a napkin out of the pocket of the apron she was wearing and she stated to right on it…
She handed it to him and said, "Call me when you're free, I am typically off the weekend's and Monday's!" she said with a smile.
Jack took the napkin as if it was contaminated with the flu… he hesitated, but he did take it…
It had her full name, Barbra Lee Gordan and her phone number underneath.
"Have a good day!" she winked and walked away.
He smiled and said," You too!" as he headed for the door. He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket.
Amazing! I had known Sierra for ages and I never got her phone number! And then I barely meet this girl and she gave me her phone number within the first hour of knowing me!
Jack walked out the front door smiling, that smile quickly turned upside down when four vans screech around the corner and skid to a stop at the front door of the police department.
Barbra was in high spirits, she all but asked a guy to hang out with her at some point in the next couple of weeks and he seemed to like the idea.
The giggly feeling drained out of her the second she heard the tires screeching on the pavement and saw four vans stop in front of the GCPDHQ
woohoo chapter four everyone! how'd everyone like it? was it good, bad, not-so-good, not-so-bad? please let me know in the comment's!
So, The Batgirl is falling for Jack, If you saw the paring... you would have seen that coming, if you read the note In the last chapter... you would have seen it coming!
basically, History repeats itself for Jack in the next chapter... only this time he will have some massive back up in the for of the bat crew...
and Jack will piece together a very important secret that is guarded heavily by every one else in the crew!
But, thank you guys so much for reading this chapter if you liked it, fav, follow and comment, and I will see Y'all later!