This is the second part of my first fan fiction. I hope you all enjoy reading it. I tried to make it more exciting than the first installment, so please tell me what you think.
As ever I don not own any characters or any buissnesses metioned in the story itself
The night was cold and clear, a crisp wind whistled through the night. Nearby a police siren wailed a solitary cry into the night. The streets below Batman were littered with autumn leaves, empty syringes and smashed glass. The buildings were aglow with red and pink lights and flashing neon signs, telling passer-by of twisted delights that may dwell within. This was the best hunting ground for miles around, full of back-alley scum of all kinds. The underworld of Gotham was full of Muggers, rapists, drug pushers and killers, the kind of scum that only come out at night, spending there days hiding in God-forsaken holes waiting for cover of darkness. In other words there are plenty of targets for Batman to vent his rage on.
His eyes scanned the night searching for a suitable target, his breathing steady and quiet, ready to hear the faintest cry for help. He hears nothing, adn continues to race across the rooftops, un-aware, perhaps, that he is moving closer to the scence of a crime that has puzzled him for the past few days. Finally he hears a cry, a single scream. High-pitched, feminine. The scream echoes from a nearby alleyway, bouncing of the confines of the walls. Batman watched the assailants. Four men, heavily built, brandishing metallic baseball bats and crow bars. The alpha of the pack approached the girl, stood hunched and quivering in the corner, behind trashcans. The leader of the pack is giving commands;
'Take off all of the rings on your fingers or i'll cut em' off' He smiles with a twisted glee 'An hows' bout' that pretty necklace' he says stroking the girls cheek with the back of his scarred hand.
Batman felt he had seen enough to know that these four men did not wish this girl well. He dropped from the fire escape, spreading his cape to slow his fall. Batman landed on top of the closest thug, bringing him to the floor with a sickening crunch. The others are quick to react, but not fast enough. The batman brought his elbow up, and cracked the second thug on the bridge of his nose, causing it to explode in a flurry of blood and gristle. Batman turned to face the third man, and was met by a hard blow to the face. Batman stumbled backward, his mind a slow moving blur, before regaining his balance and facing the two remaining thugs. Batman moved toward them, keeping his anger at being struck under control. He moved quickly and fluidly, using to the wall to rebound of delivering a bone-cracking kick to the fourth muggers face. That left the third mugger, the one who had hit him. The last mugger stood paralysed in fear as batman approached.
'Sleep deprivation slowed me down tonight. You would never have gotten that hit on me in normal circumstances. Do you understand that?' Batman barked at the thug. The Thug just satred back blankly, in stunned silence. Batman balled his hand into a fist and struck the mugger in the face. The mugger collapsed onto the alleyway floor. Batman picked up his unconsious body and struck it twice more in the jaw.
'That was because that actually hurt a little' He said, wiping a spot of blood from his lips. He used the grapple gun to ascend to the roof top. Normal he would have used the fire escape but his head still reeled from the blow. It had been a hard punch and he wasn't expecting it. Damn, Alfred had been right to suggest sleep. The prospect of admitting Alfred was right irritated him, even thought he had only admitted it to himself. Batman turned toward home. He would rest in the batcave for a few hours, then get Dick to look over those photos, see what he made of them. He was a bright kid, Batman hated to admit. He felt the humidity in the air, and knew it was going to rain. He moved further along the rooftops towards the nearest secret entrance to the batcave, but heard the wail of multiple sirens, no longer solitary, but a cluster. He tuned the radio frequency in his mask to match that of the police radio. The chatter began all at one, buzzing from the mask.
'Calling all units in downtown Gotham vicinity. We have reports of a murder in apartment 3b on downtown boulevard. Calling all Units in downtown Gotham...' The chatter continues over the radio, but batman is no longer listening. Blocking out the chatter he raced towards downtown boulevard, cursing his lack of sleep and the distinct bad timing.