The Cowl of the Kitsune
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Naruto x Melanie Walker
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Story Start
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A young woman with vibrant auburn hair sat at a desk. She was reading an article off her computer. "Detective Bethany Gordon testified today in open court against criminal and serial killer Anthony "Score" Webb for his crimes of over sixty accounts of first degree and six counts of drug trafficking along with counts of conspiracy and abating arrest. The Detective testified that Anthony is a deranged murderer that should be given life without parole. Despite the Detective's vehement testimony against the killer his request went unheard as the jury found Anthony not guilty by reasons of insanity. The serial killer will be transported to Arkham Asylum later on today."
"I can't believe this nonsense." Bethany uttered as she finished the article. 'What would you have done if you were still alive mom?' how could the system had fallen so far? ZZZTTLLECH! "New and improved power sources my foot." Bethany murmured as she took the flash light off the desk and flicked it on. She began making her way down to the basement. She quickly found the generator that powered her house. She turned it off completely and changed the power source. The lights within the house flashed back on and relief washed over her. She tossed the used source over into specially marked lid with the rest of them. That was the third one this month. At this rate she was going to need either a pay raise or a second job to keep up with the bills.
Bethany made her way to the kitchen, but upon entering the kitchen she saw that the back door to the kitchen had been opened. At the sight of the open door Bethany reached for her gun and held it up. She checked the ammo in the chamber and disengaged the safety.
"Drop it!" a voice spoke as the end of a gun pointed to the back of her head. Bethany slowly turned to the left to see the deranged villain Anthony "Scores" Webb staring back at her. He was 5'11, chiseled jaw with a 5'o clock shadow. He had black eyes, olive skin with yellow teeth, sharp cheek bones and a wide forehead. He was dressed in an odd combination of slacks and a green turtleneck. "I told you I would be dropping by for a visit Bethany. To think you didn't prepare anything for me. Now what would your mother say at this?"
"You sonuva..." Bethany started before Scores reared back and smacked her across the face with the gun. He pressed his knee into her chest, using his wait to hold her down.
"Its unbecoming of a young lady to swear." He taunted with a crazed grin.
"How'd you even get here?"
The man chortle as he produced a small dagger from his sleeve. "A bribe here or there my dear. You know how corrupt our fair city is. It's quite too easy to get off with a sob story and an insanity defense. The fools of this time are just as bad as the fools in the same era as when The Joker was alive. "
"They'll fry you if you kill me."
"I have friends in high places sweetheart higher than your little department. Now enough stalling, let's play a game of how many bullets does it take to put the detective out of her mise..." Scores found the words seized up in his throat. Death. He could feel his own death coming and it caused him to seize in fear. Something moved out of the corner of his eye and he hastily took the gun and fire. The bullet pierced through the kitchen wall.
"Picking on a defenseless woman. Does that make you strong?" a disembodied voice spoke from all around him. The voice was deep, Movement again, this time from the doorway.
Scores fired off two shots that were followed by the sound of something crashing.
"Falling to pieces already? Far cry from your bragging earlier."
"Show yourself coward!" Scores demanded as he leaped up from the detective and wildly began firing shots into the darkness.
"You missed." A voice taunted as it stepped out from the darkness. A black cape shrouded his figure his mask revealing only his mouth, its shape of that of a bat. A light shade of gray armor was underneath and on his chest was the insignia of an orange bat.
"No way…you're…you're just some fairy tale those crazy old timers go on about!" He fired another shot and the bullet harmlessly flew past the caped figured as he easily dodged to the side. "No!" he pointed his gun and clicked. Click. Click. Click. The resounding click was a signal that the chamber of his gun was empty.
"My turn!" the caped figure closed the distance and landed a solid blow to Scores face, the punch was a body rattling blow that made the killer sent him flying back into the wall with a resounding thud. The impact sending rattling through the cabinets as the sound of pots, pans, and other dishes clattering could be heard. The caped figured walked towards the downed killer and towered over him. Scores looked up at him and stared in absolute fear.
"Who….Who are you?"
"…I'm Batman." He answered, his tone taking more of a casual tone before raising his fist and bringing it down upon his face knocking him out cold.
Batman turned around to see Bethany staring at him in shock.
"You…I heard stories about you but, I'd never thought I meet you." Bethany said in awe. She had grown up on stories on many superheroes, of the Teen Titans, the Outsiders, and the Justice League. Though, the most frequent ones were Gotham's guardians, the Batmen and women.
"I'm not who you think I am, at least not the one you're thinking of." He took a glance at the criminal. "I've already alerted the police so they should be here within the next few minutes. And here…."
"He'll get out again. He's right, the system has become corrupter than its ever been. The heroes have vanished and those with money rule everything."
"It doesn't have to be that way." Batman reached towards his yellow utility belt and he pulled out a small silver and placed it on Score.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Tracking device. Hopefully I'll be able to get a tip or something in regards of who his moles are." Batman looked up at the detective. "You're taking this all in stride. Don't detectives usually try to arrest vigilantes?"
"I don't know about other detectives, but my first instinct isn't to arrest the person to save me from taking a bullet to the head." She placed her gun on the table. She reached for a pair of handcuffs and cuffed the killer. "Though, that raises questions. Why were you even in this area? Not exactly the way one would go about a return."
"Miss Gordon, I did in fact come here for a reason. I need your help."