Well, I'm hoping that this is the going to be the last chapter for Batman Begins, but with my luck, I'll forget a scene. I don't think I have, so I will leave you with this for the first part of Gotham Knights.
IluvOdie—I don't think I've heard from you before, and I'm assuming that you like it, so thanks. Well, I was sorta trying to make Alex an ***kicker. =P Glad that you picked up on that.
Charlie—Well, I'm glad that you like it. Thank for always complimenting. I'm glad that somebody liked the fight scene. I didn't think that it was that good. Not enough detail perhaps. IDK though. I'm not very good at action scenes. I hope that you like this chapter, too.
Hannah—Well, it's probably fine, but I wasn't really sure when I was writing it. About Bruce & Rachel, wait and see. I'm not gonna say! ;) It's all a secret. If you couldn't tell, I'm trying to keep you reading. LOL
Lady Slone—I don't understand French, but I figured it out! Thank you!!! I figure that since I didn't get any helpful criticism from you (no offense), I did good. The only reason why I say that is because you're the only one that's offered that. So I think I did well. =)
Vertigirl—I'm glad that you liked it sooooo well. Remember, she doubts that Bruce really is Batman. So I'm not gonna say. It all works out though. LOL =P
Jousting Elf—Oh! I get it now. Well, I'm glad that you liked it. Hope you enjoy this one too!
SurferGirl—Well, I'm glad that you like it even though it follows the story. I thought it would be a fun twist, and there will be a non-movie following part, don't worry. I just thought that it would be fun to see what I could do with it! =)
Well, apparently I did good on the last chapter, so let's hope that this one will be just as good. Only problem, it will be rather short. You've seen that scene; only 45 seconds long. To make up for that, I will add another scene. Hope that you like it!
The next morning I walked into work and sighed. Crane was still on the loose, along with half of the inmates. Still, we got half. They were all in solitary confinement. The hospitals were mass producing the antidote for the Dad and I knew that if Batman hadn't come help, with the antidote and otherwise, Gotham would have been completely destroyed. Loeb would have none of it, and I wasn't in the mood for back talking today. He didn't like Batman, and nothing I could say would help.
Dad was sitting in Loeb's office when I walked through the doors of the elevator. I stared in wonderment. All the cheering around me seemed to be blurred. I was honestly scared for my dad, and now I was scared for myself. I was so totally going to be next because I had also helped with Batman's little escapade. That's why I assumed Dad was in there, but all the cheering around me was a little different of a story.
"Hey, Gordon, good job!" I was slapped on the back by a few different people.
"How was it working with the Batman?" one of the rookies cowered.
"Not bad," I replied, "but don't tell Loeb that." I smiled and accepted all the praise that I got for saving Gotham, sort of. My eyes eventually left Loeb's office, and we just enjoyed ourselves. The possibility of me getting fired was like completely gone. It never crossed my mind until Dad opened the door and walked out. His face was relatively blank, but he was smiling just a little bit. He jerked his head back in just a way that let me know, I was next.
My heart was beating so hard and fast as I got up and walked to Loeb's office. Dad placed his hand on my shoulder as we passed. He smiled and winked at me. I was a little quizzical about this, but I trusted my dad with everything in me, so I nodded to him and walked into Loeb's office. I closed the door behind me and crossed my arms. I put my right leg in front of my left as I leaned against the wall.
"Please, sit down," he requested. That was really different. I normally didn't have time to sit down, because he told me what he needed and I left. Simple as that.
I took a seat in a chair across from him. "What do you want?" I wasn't in the mood for games; I never really was. I let my hair down and redid it as I waited for an answer. I felt like a snotty kid sitting in the principal's office. "Sorry, Commissioner." He just looked at me. "I really am."
"You're dad put you up to this, didn't he?" He raised his eyebrow at me.
I knew that I deserved it, but I was sorry. "No, he didn't, sir. This was my own thing." I didn't have anything else to say. "Trust me, I'm sorry."
"Fine," he agreed. "I'm gonna tell you the same thing that I told your father." Not a good start. "I'm not happy with you working with the Batman, but you did save Gotham. What you did was very courageous, so I'm promoting you to Sergeant." I was about to open my mouth to say thank you, but, "Don't even start. I would promote you to Lieutenant, but I'm not quite sure, I should give you that much power yet."
I smiled and shook his hand. I walked out to be hugged by my dad. I wrapped my arms around him. "Dad, you're choking me," I gasped.
He promptly let go. "What rank?"
"Sergeant," I said proudly. I had the biggest grin on my face right then.
Dad slapped my back. "That's my girl! Never thought my daughter would almost out rank me." He walked away with a smile on his face.
That night was a different story. I wondered what my dad was doing all day, and he would just say, "Be up on the roof tonight after dark." It was the strangest thing, but once the sun had set, I walked up to the roof. I loved standing out on the roof at night, anyway because the way that Gotham was lit at night gave it a pretty, almost serene, glow. The rooftop was small though; it barely held five people. I pulled open the door and walked over to my dad, who was staring off into the depths of the city. "Hey, Dad."
He jumped. "Don't do that to your old man," he laughed as he handed me a cup of coffee.
I laughed and observed the rooftop. There was a floodlight in the center. I didn't study what was projected into the sky. It looked like a bat that was in the center of a circle of light; just like what Batman used as his signal for us at the docks. Now it all made sense. Dad had been making a signal for Batman. It was sort of a reverse thing, but it made more sense for us to have it than for him. We were the ones dealing with the crime cases. Speaking of cases! I put my cup of coffee back into Dad's hand as I dashed back down the stairs.
I threw open the door of my office as I searched for a case file that I had gotten earlier today. It would certainly fit Batman's style, and we needed as much help on it as possible. I rummaged through file and found the piece of evidence that I was looking for. I shoved it into my pocket and ran back up the stairs. I opened the door, out of breath, and grabbed the coffee from Dad as I sat on the edge of the building.
"I don't want you doing that," Dad warned.
I hated when he treated me like a little kid. "Dad, I'm fine." I rolled my eyes and watched expectantly for a black figure to swoop in. Eventually, I turned around disappointed. You would think that he would get it and come, but no.
Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "He'll come," he reassured.
"How do you know?" I doubted.
"He saved us," he pointed out. "Why wouldn't he?"
"We don't need him," I suggested.
Right then there was a knock on the metal of the bat on our floodlight. "Nice," a deep voice commented. He had decided to show up.
I got up and flipped off the light. "Couldn't find any mob bosses," I smart-mouthed.
He mostly ignored my comment, but a smile touched the corner of his lips. He turned to Dad, "Well, Sergeant?"
"Yes?" I answered absent mindedly.
He looked to my dad for answers. "Oh. It's lieutenant now. She's sergeant."
Batman nodded.
"You really started something," Dad mentioned.
"Bent cops running scared. Hope on the streets," I added.
"But?" Batman filled in.
"The Narrows is lost," Dad mourned.
"And we still haven't picked up Crane, or half the inmates of Arkham that he freed," I spat. I was honestly disgusted that we hadn't gotten them yet. They couldn't have gotten that far, but apparently they had.
"We will," Batman encouraged. He had apparently seen the disappointment in my eyes. "We can bring Gotham back."
I smiled my thanks.
"What about escalation?" Dad worried.
"Escalation?"
"We start carrying semiautomatics; they buy automatics," Dad gave an example.
I picked up what he was talking about. "We start wearing Kevlar; they buy armor-piercing rounds."
"And?" He looked at both of us.
"And you're wearing a mask and jumping off rooftops," Dad criticized. The look that he got was of annoyance, but also a "Good point" look.
"Now, take this guy," I offered. I pulled the evidence bag from my pocket. "Armed robbery, double homicide. Got a taste for the theatrical, like you." I looked up at him. "Leaves a calling card." I handed it over to him.
He flipped it over and stared at it. It was a Joker card. "I'll look into it." He walked to the ledge and hopped up on it.
Dad stopped him. "I never said thank you."
Batman stood on the ledge for a second and thought about it for a while. "And you'll never have to." He jumped out into midair. You could hear his wings tighten as he glided away.
I let one of the sides of my mouth form a smile, but Dad wasn't so sure. I could tell that he was smiling, but his mouth only showed it a little bit.
Okay, it could have been a lot better, but I still think that it wasn't that bad. So here you go. Review lots, and I will have a bridge chapter up soon. Hope you all look forward to the Dark Knight.