Okay, this is the big chapter for me. It's gonna be long, I can tell you that now. I'm a little nervous that I won't be able to make it very good. I watched the part over and over again, and I have the script (thank you Internet! LOL), but I'm still nervous. I hope that this turns out all right. To my comments on reviews,
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I pulled into the Wayne Manor to see a ton of limos all ready here. All the drivers were standing around chatting. I was late. I sighed and shrugged as I got out of the car. It was typical for me to be late. Still, I climbed up the stairs to be greeted by an old man that looked very father like. He was dressed in a tux and his white hair was slicked to the side. He smiled at me kindly.
"You're late, Miss Gordon," he said simply. He was English; very clearly English.
"I'm sorry. I've been late all day," I sighed. "I just wish I wasn't for this."
"Don't worry, Miss," he comforted. "The man of the hour isn't even inside yet." He checked his watch again.
"Thank you, …" I left it open for him to answer.
"Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth, Miss Gordon."
"Well, if we meet again, Alfred, call me Alex." I smiled and went inside. I felt so weird for not wearing a dress as I stepped into the entertaining hall. Everyone was dressed up, except for me. I smiled at the strange looks I got. I was just a little bit shy, so I went to the corner and just hung out. I heard Bruce come in. My heart skipped a beat. I guess after eleven years I still liked him. I laughed at my stupidity. He scanned over the head of his guests, and his eyes settled on me. He nodded and smiled. I smiled back; I could feel my cheeks turning red. He made his way through the crowd over to me.
"Alex Gordon," he greeted, " I was not expecting you to actually show up."
"Almost didn't, Bruce."
"Really?" he asked ignorantly.
"I got caught up with something at work. That's why I'm not in a dress."
"Anything interesting?" he asked.
"Yes," I confirmed, "but classified." I changed the subject. "Why did you invite me, Bruce Wayne?"
"Am I not allowed to reconnect with an old friend?"
"We hung out once," I pointed out.
"True, but I enjoyed every second of it."
I sighed. He was hopeless.
"A guy isn't allowed to invite the girl that he likes to a party?" he questioned.
"I guess it's allowed." I smiled.
We were interrupted by a very boring lady. "Oh, Bruce, there is just someone you have to meet!"
"Not now, Mrs. Delane," Bruce convinced as he was still staring at me.
My phone started ringing. "Gordon." I smiled and waved at Bruce as I headed outside. "Yeah, Dad."
"He's completely saturated the water, but the funny thing is, well not exactly funny, is that it's not harmful unless it's breathed."
"Huh?" My attention had been drawn back to Bruce.
"Ra's Al Ghul is dead," Bruce stated. "I watched him die."
"But is Ra's Al Ghul immortal?" I didn't recognize the man at all. He was dressed in all black.
Bruce didn't seem to be to be pleased to see him when he turned around.
The man continued. "Are not his methods supernatural?"
Bruce nodded. "Or cheap parlor tricks to conceal your true identity,…Ra's?" Apparently, he knew the guy under a different name.
"Surely you don't begrudge my dual identities?"
I was beginning to get suspicious about Bruce, as well as his "guest." Was it possible that Bruce was Batman? Surely not.
"Alex!" I heard Dad shout over the phone.
"Yeah," I turned my attention back to my dad, but my eyes never left Bruce. "I'm still here." I caught Bruce's gaze and mouthed, "Do you want me to help?" I showed my badge over the people.
He just shook his head and mouthed back, "I can handle it, but get out of here now!"
It was urgent, so I reluctantly left. I kept looking over my shoulder and Bruce nodded.
"Al, get down here!" Dad ordered.
"I'm coming."
"Is everything all right?"
"I'm not sure, but I hope so." I looked over my shoulder one last time to see Bruce smile at me. I smiled back as I walked out the door.
"Leaving so early, Alex," Alfred commented.
"Work," I explained.
He saw the badge and nodded. "Good luck."
"Thank you," I said as I got in my car. I turned the siren on and sped off to the Narrows. I met Dad outside of Arkham. "What's up?"
"Where were you?"
"Dad, I'm your partner, not you're teenage daughter," I complained.
"You were at one point," he acknowledged, "and you weren't paying any attention to what I was saying on the phone."
"I was at Bruce Wayne's birthday party," I stated matter-of-factly.
"What was going on?"
"I'm not exactly sure," I confessed, "but Bruce wasn't to happy about one of his guests being there. He said it was fine, but I'm still not sure." I changed the subject over to Dad. "What's going on here?"
"Mayhem," Dad said.
"Whatdya mean?"
"Somebody bombed the asylum and everybody broke out of Arkham. I just called it in."
"Yeah I noticed that they were about to close the bridges." This night was not making any sense.
Through the chaos, we both turned and saw Rachel come up to us. She was walking very purposefully. He stopped at us.
"How are feeling?" I asked.
"Better. A mutual friend told me to give these to you." She held out three vials of a liquid. "They counteract the toxin. I hope that you don't have to use them." She smiled.
"Patrolman!" Dad called out. Some random patrolman came up. "Take her back over before they raise the bridges."
He nodded and took Rachel away.
"This is gonna be a long night," I yawned.
"Don't get tired," Dad joked. "We still have the entire night." It was a tense joke, but that was acceptable considering our situation. He hit me in the back.
I laughed, but unfortunately it was cut short. There was screaming as all of the water pipes just hit a high pressure and vaporized completely. I looked over at Dad, who had a panic-stricken look. "I guess we know how they're gonna spread it," I stated the obvious.
Dad just looked at me as the gas turned into a fog that covered the island. He took one of the vials and stabbed it into his leg. He grunted as it injected. "That hurt a little bit," he admitted as he handed me another one.
I shook my head with wide eyes. "Uh-uh. Not happening."
"You need it. You saw what happened to Rachel." He paused. "If you don't do yourself, I'll do it for you."
"Fine," I sighed. I took the vial, stuck it into the injector, and stabbed it into my leg. I held back the scream that threatened to come out. I hated shots and needles. They bugged me, and frankly, scared me.
"Good girl," Dad congratulated. "Now let's go calm some of the mayhem that is coming." He got up and started walking around.
I pulled out my walkie-talkie to maybe get some more help over here. We didn't have enough of the vaccine, but maybe.
"This is Commissioner Loeb. Come on, somebody talk to me!" he pleaded. "Come on!"
Dad looked over at me and shrugged. "I'm here," I said into the device.
"Gordon? Thank God!" Different. "What the hell is going on?"
Dad yanked the walkie-talkie out of my hand as I was about to explain. "We need reinforcements! TAC teams, SWAT, riot cops!" They began to argue.
"Gordon, there's nobody left to send in."
I took the walkie-talkie from Dad and switched it off. I hooked it back on my belt. "Dad, we're on our own." I unholstered my gun, but Batman's car flew over the river.
It stopped next to us and opened. The dark shape of a man with bat ear sort of things stepped out into the fog. It was rather eerie if you ask me. He hopped down and stood in front of us.
I kept the gun in my hand and at my side. "You're late," I mumbled.
He just looked at me.
"The Narrows is tearing itself to pieces," Dad stated
"This is just the beginning," he growled. "If they hit the whole city, there's nothing to stop Gotham from tearing itself apart."
"How are they gonna do that?" I wondered.
"The train." That sounded a little too simple. "The monorail follows the water mains to the main hub beneath Wayne Tower. If the machine gets to the station, it'll cause a chain reaction that'll vaporize the city's water."
"Covering Gotham in this poison," Dad and I gaped together.
"I'm gonna try to stop them from loading that train, but I may need both of you to help."
"What do you need?" I asked for both of us.
"Can you drive stick?" he said as he handed Dad the key to his incredibly awesome car.
"Why can't I drive?" I whined.
He tossed me this funky suit. "Because I need you to help with the train."
I turned it over in my hands. "What is this?"
"It's one of their suits. You have combat skills?"
"You should know, you read my file?" I retorted under my breath, but Dad heard it. He elbowed me in the stomach. I grunted. "Yeah, I do. Pretty decent if I don't say so myself."
"Exactly why I need you," he stated. "These men are highly trained in combat, and I need to take care of their leader, which means someone has to take out his pawns." He tossed me a sword. "Get changed, and I'll help you."
I sighed and pulled off my shirt. "If you don't mind!"
Dad and Batman turned around as I began peeling clothing off and replacing it with this funky black suit. It was rather uncomfortable.
"So what I'm doing with your car?" Dad asked.
"I need you to drive to Wayne Tower. There should be some supports for the monorail at the bottom by the tower," Batman explained. "The Tumbler's navigation system all ready has it programmed that once you get there you will automatically go to the weapons system. From there, shoot out the supports."
"That simple, huh?" Dad wondered sarcastically as he turned the key over in his hand.
I wrapped my pants and shirt up. I tossed them into the Tumbler. "I'll get 'em later," I promised Batman. I laughed. "So what's this stuff?" I asked about the hard plate and some other weird things.
He took them from me and strapped them on me. "It'll do." He pulled the gas mask over my face.
I held up my gun. "Will I need this?"
He shook his head. "They'll have it gone by the time you get it up."
I tossed it onto the pile of clothes that lay in the passenger seat. "Let's go."
Batman and I began to walk off. "Careful, Gordon, she's a little sensitive." I looked over at the man/bat that I had just fully trusted my life with. He was determined.
"I guess I trust you," I mumbled as I followed him into the fog of toxin.
Okay, I figured out how to split it into two chapters. So hopefully, I'll be able to finish this up tomorrow even though I have school. I'm gonna try to get this part at least finished up before I take a little break, well maybe. This story is like taking up all my brain, so maybe no break. =D lol. Hope that this was good. Review.