"Freeze! Put your hands on your head!" Detective James Gordon trains his gun level with the exposed back of the masked mans head who stands in the room towering above three bound men, "Now turn around! real nice and slow like... that's it... don't even think about trying anything stupid!" He couldn't believe what a crazy scene he had stumbled upon. He had been running down a lead on a case of his that brought him into this remote old run down industrial neighborhood. Typically policeman did not come down this far without a damn good reason, and a squad of heavily armed blue boys. Gordon was in the running for promotion to Captain, and he planned on having it.
He had been working off the clock to shake down a known hustler to the area, in hopes of gathering some information that might lead him closer to a very dangerous drug dealer whom was quickly acquiring not only large amounts of finances, but equally large amounts of loyalty and respect from Gotham's vicious and shady underworld. Gordon aimed to put a stop to the man's rise of power, but to his surprise before he could set eyes on the hustler, as he had been passing the blimp factory he heard what sounded to be an explosion followed by small arms fire, and it was coming from the top of the seemingly abandoned building, a building owned by none other than Lex Moxon. Lex Moxon was a notorious Mafia Don in Gotham.
On the other end of the spectrum Bruce can not believe how his own luck has turned. He looks at his parents murderers and lifts his hands to his head and beings to slowly turn and face the policeman. He is regretful that he had not blasted the killers as soon as he'd broken into the office, but the same sense of justice that had demanded he give the villains a chance for last words now demanded that he obey the law.. or at least somewhat obey.
"What in God's name..." Gordon exclaims half under his breath as his eyes take in the man in the Zorro mask, flat black heavily armored suit, fireproof steel enforced boots, and bullet proof cape. The clear blue eyes staring a hole into him sends a series of chills up and done his spine.
"On your knees!" he orders the obviously mentally deranged perpetrator. At first it appears as if the man is going to comply, but at the last moment, as he is lowering himself to the floor, the mans hands swiftly swing down and drop a flash-bang at the detectives feet. In surprise at the quick action James misses his chance to take a shot at the masked man and then it is too late. The flash-bang detonates and causes him to be temporarily blinded.
James Gordon can not see but he can still somewhat hear, despite the buzzing in his ears, and so he hears Bruce who is half deaf from the explosion himself hollering to Lex and Joe, "This is not over!" and then a moment later, as he is lowering himself out the window with the aid of a modified and weighted grappling hook, "Your crimes will not go unpunished!" And then he is gone.
Gordon would never forget those eyes. Or that gruff voice. He sensed some strange sort of greatness there that he couldn't quite put his finger on, where only moments ago he had thought the man was possibly mad. And yet... perhaps he was mad! Who in the hell dressed like that? He put it out of his mind for the time being and cuffed the men before cutting lose their bonds.
A few minutes later a parade of big body fords with sirens blaring fly down the dark road towards the blimp factory. A flat black 39' Indian Chief roars past them at 90mph headed the opposite direction.