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Hope you guys like it. Here's chapter 6.

Morning came, but not when I wanted it to. I had set my alarm for 6:30 so I could get to work on time and still get a shower that morning. When I finally rolled over, it was 7:00. I frantically shut off my alarm and grabbed pretty much anything off the floor. I need to be at work in 30 minutes. So not going to happen! I threw on a pair of brown suit pants and slung my belt through the belt loops as I looked for a somewhat decent shirt to wear with it. I grabbed a light blue shirt and a breakfast bar as I headed out the door. Just as I closed the door, I remembered that it was supposed to be a little chilly today. So I pulled on the blue oxford and went back into my apartment. I searched through my closet for a reasonable suit coat. I found a brown suit coat. I through it on over my oxford and rushed out the door. I sped down the stairs and hopped on my bike and took as many shortcuts to work. At every stoplight, I would check my watch. I was still a block away when my watch hit 7:30. I knew that Loeb would be crawling all over me for being late. I had managed to set myself up for unemployment.

Finally I pulled up to the precinct. I shut off the bike as I was dashing up the stairs. I ran into a patrolman as I made my way to the elevator. He was laughing and not moving.

"Wilson, move!"

"You're late!"

"Shut up!" I shoved my way past him to get to the elevator. I stood towards the front of the elevator waiting for the doors to open. After what seemed an eternity (that probably had something to do with me constantly staring at my watch), the doors opened. I walked briskly to my office to find Loeb sitting in my chair, and on my desk was a pile of folders, files, and other paper that had to be at least three feet high. Guess that's what I got for back talking the commissioner.

"You're little act yesterday, Detective Gordon, is what got you this massive amount of paperwork." He gestured to the huge pile on my desk. "Oh, and you're late."

I clenched my teeth. He deserved every word that I said to him yesterday. "Traffic."

"You're lucky I didn't fire you."

"You can't afford to lose me. I one of your only straight cops."

"Don't give me that attitude." Gosh, that sounded like my principal.

"Just get out of my office." I held the door open for him.

He huffed himself out of my office.

I sat in my chair and just stared at the task ahead of me. I sorted out old case files from new ones, reports from profiles. Dad eventually stopped by with a cup of coffee in his hand. He sat down in the chair across from me. He handed the steaming cup over to me.

"Thanks, Dad, you have no idea how much I needed this."

He flipped his finger at my open shirt. "You should probably button that."

I smiled innocently and buttoned all the buttons. "Thanks."

He gestured to the pile on my desk. "Nice little present that Loeb left for you."

"Shut up." I smiled to show that it was a joke.

"Hope the coffee helps." He walked out.

"Thanks." I went back to work. I sorted; I filed. It seemed like the stacks never got smaller. Finally, lunch came. I was just about to go grab some lunch, seeing as I didn't make any this morning, when Loeb stood at the door.

Now what? "Yes, Commissioner?"

"I was just seeing how much progress you were making, Gordon." He had this smug look that was just begging to be smacked off.

I had had enough of this guy. I didn't even say anything. I just continued working. I was starving, but I was going to prove to him that he couldn't scare or intimidate me. I just kept working until he left, and then I worked some more. I was starving by the time that the day shift left, but I was almost done. My stomach growled one last time before I had finally finished all that paperwork. I leaned back in my chair and smiled at all the work I had accomplished.

I went down to the work out level and took a shower. The warm water felt so good against my skin. I had finally relaxed by the time I had gotten out of the shower. I got dressed and headed back upstairs. Time to dig up something on Crane. We all knew that he was up to something, but we just didn't know what yet.

I sat down at my computer with my wet hair hanging about my shoulders. I went to every known search site. Nothing. Finally, I went to another city's police website. They still had old case files if you were authorized to look at them. Lucky for me, I was. I searched for Dr. Jonathan Crane. One case file. Score. As I read through it, I realized that Dr. Crane was not just a psychologist, but that he was some sort of freaky villain. He called himself the "Scarecrow." He had done some weird thing with a toxin that enduced fear. It didn't work real well, but just enough for them to make a case out of it. That was probably what was going on with the drugs at the dock. This was definitely a huge break. I needed to go find Dad.

I pushed away from the computer and began searching for my dad. He wasn't in his office. I looked around the floor; no one. I was just about to check a different level, when Dad came bursting out of the elevator apparently looking for me. We just both started talking. Nothing was understood from either of us.

"What?" we finally just said together, which put a stop to all of the babbling.

"We need to go," Dad explained.

"Where?"

"Arkham. All we know is that there is a situation."

"Let's go," I said as I walked into the elevator. "I can tell you in the car, and I'm driving."

"Fine."

I slid into the driver's seat, and Dad slid in next to me. I started the car, put up the siren and took off down the road.

"So what do you need to tell me, Al?"

I looked over at him. "I was digging up stuff on Crane, and guess what I found?"

Dad's turn to look over at me, but I kept my eyes on the road. "Alex, no time for games. Crane is at Arkham."

"Fine, Mr. Serious," I joked. Not a good time to be doing that because I got a death glare from the passenger side. "Sorry. I was looking through some old case files from another city, and Dr. Crane isn't his only alias."

"What do you mean?"

"Turns out he also goes by the alias, Scarecrow. Scare being the key word," I explained. "He figured out some way to make a fear-inducing toxin. It was absorbed through the water that he gave his patients. It was weird."

"That's what's in the other half of the drugs!"

"That's my guess." I pulled up to Arkham. "We're here." I shut off the car just in time to hear the patrolman over the bullhorn.

"Batman put down your weapons and surrender. You're surrounded."

I laughed because I knew that he wasn't going to surrender. Flass pulled in next to our car and asked the patrolman what we were waiting for.

"Backup," was the answer.

"Backup?! You got twelve cars here."

"The Batman's in there," he cowered. "SWAT's on the way, but if you wanna go in now, I'll be right behind you, sir."

Flass looked over at us. "SWAT's on the way." It was dismissive.

I looked over at Dad and he gave me the nod to go in. I followed him with my gun drawn. We walked next to each other pretty much all the way to staircase, both looking for any sign of danger. The only reason why someone would call about Batman was if he was stopping whatever they were doing, and we knew that Crane was working here. Once we made it to the stairs, we both signaled to split up. Dad took the left staircase, and I took the right. I couldn't see Dad when I looked over, but I was fine. Well, I thought I was. Soon after I looked over to find Dad, I was grabbed by something and pulled up into the rafters.

"What the --?" I was cut off by Batman's hand on my mouth. He pointed to the stairs where SWAT was rushing up. I was about to say something else, but he had all ready left. Of course! I turned around to see Rachel lying unconscious on the floor. I was gaping when he came back with Dad.

Dad was about ready to shout at Batman when he turned around and saw me and Rachel. "What's happened to her?"

"Probably Crane's toxin," I mused.

"Yes," Batman confirmed. "He was the third man at the docks."

"So I was right?"

"What do you know?"

"He's the Scarecrow," I stated. "He's worked with fear toxin before." I studied Rachel.

Dad pulled out his walkie-talkie to call it in.

"The medics can't help her, but I can."

The lights switched on. SWAT had made their way up here. Batman pushed something in the bottom of his boot. It was glowing red, and soon we heard squeaking and screeching.

"What is that?"

"Backup. Meet me in the alley on the Narrows' side."

He was about to jump when I cut in. "What's he planning?"

"I don't know."

"Was he working for Falcone?" Dad asked.

"No. He mentioned someone else, someone worse."

Swell. He dropped the thing from his boot down the stairwell and jumped into the sea of bats. He was gone again. I was wondering why I began to trust him.

Dad picked up Rachel and starting carrying her down the stairs, but after a few flights, he got tired and I carried her. We worked like that until we made it outside to the alley.

"How is she?" our dark friend said as he approached.

"Fading," I answered. A helicopter flew overhead.

"I'll get the car," Dad offered.

"I brought mine."

"Yours?" we said together.

There was a thunderous growl and headlights blinded our vision. He roared past us in a black, tank sort of thing. As he tore, quite literally, through the streets, I gaped at it.

"I gotta get me one of those!" I said with a grin on my face.

"Don't even think about it," Dad warned.

I smiled and headed back inside to where we had Crane restrained.

"Is he cooperating?"

"If you're defining cooperating as chewing through three pairs of restraints, then yes. Did we get the Batman?"

"Nope." Dad looked at me and a small very subtle smile crossed his face.

"You wouldn't happen to know if he was working on something that had to do with toxin?"

"Yeah, follow me." He guided us down to the basement.

There was a hole in a pipe with water tearing through it.

"They hit the water mains," Dad stated indifferently. Then he saw the toxin containers. "Get someone from the water board over here."

"All ready on it, sir."

I looked at my watch and realized that I was late for Bruce's party. So much for dressing up. "Dad, I gotta go. Can you handle this by yourself?"

He looked at me. "Yeah. Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter. Call me if you get something." I rushed up the stairs. "Just go back with Flass."

"I was planning on it."

I ran out to the car and headed for Wayne Manor.

Okay, that was really long!!! I was not expecting it to be that long. The next chapter will probably be pretty long too. I'm gonna finish up the movie in the last chapter because I wanna finish this movie before school starts. I will maybe have one or two chapters before I launch The Dark Knight. SO review. Hope that you all liked it. I'm not sure about it, but I don't wanna rewrite it. =D Yes, laziness.