Disclaimers: I do not own Batman or anyone else familiar. The movie Down the Hole and the minor character Corinne Davis-Corbin, Darrin Ward and Dr. Diana Campbell are owned by me.
A/N: It's been while. Olympic fever has taken over me. Go USA! Shawn Johnson took the gold! Yeah! I wanted to work on this chapter, but didn't find the time since I was working more on my other story Perfect. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! Reviews are appreciated and they keep me going!
Summary: Gordon and Batman rely on each other, but when a threat is against Gordon's family Gordon must rely on Bruce Wayne. What will happen? Will Gordon notice the mysterious disappearances? Post Dark Knight
Loyal Friends Evil Burns
The night was young.The moon lit the foggy sky. The fog made the city look grimmer. And the strong wind intensified the stench of waste and scum. Fresh prey was out and about; frolicking in their ignorant ways.
He was hungry; hungry for blood and for the sight of it.
No, he wasn't a cannibal. He had no need for human flesh in his mouth, but he knew that when necessary that a man must eat – and if it is on a human – well, too bad.
He had certain tastes in the art of death, but he was willing to try absolutely anything.
He was of the trying and perfecting kind.
Tonight was the night of hair, and fire.
He was going to burn the hairs of somebody.
But the question was who?
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Jimmy and Barbs looked admiringly at the Batarang that Batman gave to Jimmy as a gift for Christmas.
"You're sooooo lucky to get that." Barbs whispered.
Jimmy smiled proudly. "Batman likes us."
Jimmy and Barbs grinned at each other as their mother watched them with a glow in her eyes.
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It was just another night. Bruce was eating in a high class restaurant with a beautiful woman joining him.
The press would take as much as they can since he and his guest were eating outside.
He would smile and nod; answering their questions with ease in his playboy manner.
They would all think that as soon as he and the lady were done they would either go out and explore, or go back to his place and explore each other.
But he never did that.
Sex wasn't an option when it came to the women he had been with. The whole idea of playboy was just a lie.
Now, he couldn't be friends with either the ladies. But he did his best to show them a great time and to give them one hell of a date without the ending of a sexual entanglement.
He couldn't take advantage of any of them. Besides, when Rachel was alive he had to stay loyal to her. But now that she's dead, his resolve to not have sexual relations only grew.
"So, Mr. Wayne, what did you think about that heavily anticipated movie Down the Hole?" asked one reporter.
Bruce put up a smile; mentally making sure that it didn't look forced even though it was.
"Down the Hole…" he repeated as his smile turned to a grin. "Well, considering the title is that…of course the film would be highly anticipated. But from what I saw – and of course, from what critics' saw - unfortunately, all it was…was a film that would most likely go - down the hole."
His date and the rest of the reporters laughed jointly.
Another reporter asked, "Who is that lovely lady?"
Bruce traded his grin for a slightly genuine smile.
"She, my friends, is Corinne Davis-Corbin."
"Davis-Corbin!" another reporter exclaimed. "The Olympian!"
Bruce and Davis-Corbin laughed.
"Yes that she is." Bruce replied. "A gold medal winner at that."
The reporters continued throwing out questions, but he raised his hands which made them fall silent.
"Now, I've already answered enough questions," he stated; working his charm. "For now, may you all leave me and Corinne on our own?"
The reporters smiled and nodded; leaving as asked, and Bruce and Davis-Corbin heard one of them saying, "Until next time."
Corinne was a beautiful swimmer for the U.S. team. She had long blonde hair with soft blue eyes, and lithe and strong body.
"You are a very popular," she said; taking a sip of her Chardonnay.
Bruce laughed. "Quite."
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Commissioner Gordon looked at the mutilated body on the table. He grimaced slightly at the sight.
No matter how many dead bodies he has seen it will always disgust him and make him sad.
He didn't understand why humans to this to other humans?
No, he knew why.
We're human.
Humans were fallible. Humans succumb to despair; to anger and all the other sins of the world.
Humans had strengths too. Humans hoped against all odds. They loved unconditionally. They fought for what they believed in.
But to fight in what one believed in could be used both ways.
That's were the problem begins.
Which way?
The honest and loving way, or the destructive hate filled way.
From what he has seen, sadly most choose the latter.
"His name is Darrin Ward. Thirty-two. Works off Rockwood and Thompson Street as a fast food worker." Lt. Allen said.
Detective Montoya nodded. "Pocketknife did the cuts."
Gordon shook his head.
The many cuts that Ward received looked so intricate that he was disgusted. It looked professional – no, diabolical.
He looked at the psychologist Dr. Diana Campbell.
At first, he was hesitant to bring in a shrink. He wanted Allen and Montoya to do it their own way - the detecting way.
But he was convinced that with this type of crime, and so little evidence to point out a suspect. He had to turn to Dr. Campbell.
"Well?" he asked.
Campbell's inquisitive blue eyes looked only at the mutilated body of Darrin Ward.
"Look at those cuts. So delicately and intricately spaced an inch a part," she explained. "I expect the killer to be a male. It looks practiced. He's a perfectionist. This won't be his last."
Allen and Montoya looked at each other with similar worried looks.
Gordon face wanted to fall, but he wouldn't let it. He had to be strong. No matter how bad Campbell said it was.
He would be strong.
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"Burn down the man! Burn down the man!" he sang. "Burn down the man by his little icky hairs."
He watched as the hairs burn quickly. He listened with pure glee when his prey screamed as the fire burned his hair and scorched his bare skin.
A distinct smell ran into his nose.
He breathed it in.
He smiled.
"The heir of Vanderkaay is burning…burning…screaming…screaming…"
He always liked fires.
Fires burned. Fires destroyed. Fires vindicated. Fires win.
They were beautiful.
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TBC
End-note: Whew, someone's burning! Hehe! I hope you enjoyed! Reviews appreciated and keep me going!