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For three years, Dad and I worked at Gotham PD, but things kept getting worse. The cops and DA didn't make much difference in a city ruled by the mob. To make matters worse, Dad and I seemed to be the only straight cops in the entire city. Great, huh? Neither of got promoted by Commisioner Loeb, but honestly, he didn't like me at all, and I don't think that he was too fond of Dad. I basically had no life, but tonight, I managed to get away from the precinct and sit at home. It was going to be a nice change. I packed up my stuff and headed to the door.
"Where do you think you're going, Missy?" My dad blocked the door.
"Dad, I'm going home to relax," I explained. "You should too." I sighed and moved past him. "Barb will kill you."
He shrugged. "I need to finish up some paper work then I'll go home." I don't think he was actually talking to me, but at least he was going to head home.
I shook my head and smirked as I headed out the door of the building and hopped on my speed bike and rode home. Well, my apartment. Once I got to my apartment building, I got off the bike and walked up the stairs to the main door. I opened it with my key and stepped in the elevator. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes. I needed the night off, badly. I hadn't been home in over three weeks. Once I got in my apartment, I grabbed a beer and literally collapsed on the couch. I flipped on the TV and looked through channels. Nothing good on, so I turned it over to the news. Yeah, I know, I'm turning into my dad. The thought sent shivers down my spine, but the story caught my attention.
"Back from the Dead," the reporter said. "After being reportedly dead for seven years, Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham. Catch the full story after the commercials."
What? Bruce was gone. When did he leave? Well, apparently when you're gone for eleven years, things happen. I laughed quietly at that little thought. I drank some more of my beer and sunk back into the couch. Finally, the commercial break was over.
"After disappearing several years ago, Gotham's billionaire play boy has returned. He was reported dead by his butler, Alfred Pennyworth, a few months after his mysterious disappearance. He was seen at Wayne Enterprises yesterday attending a meeting." She continued to drone on about Bruce, but my attention was redirected to my cell phone, which was ringing.
I grabbed it off the table and answered it. "Gordon."
"It's the other Gordon," my dad said on the end of the line.
"Dad, what's up?" I questioned.
"The weirdest thing just happened." He paused. "I was sitting in my office. I reached for the phone to call Barbara, and this book on bats was sitting on my desk."
I sat down at the dining table. "That's weird."
"Yeah, I know, and then the lights just switched off. I felt something, like a gun, in the middle of my back."
"But it wasn't a gun?"
"No, it was a stapler," my explained. "Somebody told me not to turn around in this weird voice. I asked what he wanted, and he was explaining that I was one of the few good cops. Then he asked how to get Falcone. He explained about this shipment of drugs. I told him that he would need Judge Phelan. He mentioned Rachel Dawes and when I asked him who he was, he simply said 'Watch for a sign.' Isn't that so odd?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "What do we do? Is he on our side?"
"He said that we were two, but I'm gonna guess that you're next. So expect a visit." There was a pause. "Hold up. I got someone on the other line."
I waited as I pondered what this all meant. Why would someone do that? That would take a lot of nerve to do that. I grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. I didn't need to hear our droning reporter go on about some dumb story.
Dad switched back over. "That was Barbara. I gotta go. See ya in the morning." He hung up. I shook my head as I put the phone down. Strange things happen in Gotham, but never this weird…well, maybe, but that wasn't the point.
I put my head in my hands and fell asleep. I needed it. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Okay, that was short and crap. I don't like the ending, but it's all I got. Obviously, I'm in Batman Begins now. So here's another disclaimer: The plot of Batman Begins belongs to WB and Chris Nolan, and the other guy that wrote it. I'm just tweaking it a little bit. No suing. It's just all fun and writing.
Okay. Next chapter will be up later today. I'm stuck at home with nothing to do, so might as well write, right? LOL I crack myself up sometimes. Sorry that was lame. So review, and wait patiently for the next chapter. =)