CHAPTER THREE: VICKI VALE
We went out on a date, my Bruce and I. He decided to take me to the circus to see the famous Flying Graysons. A tragedy took place, two of the Flying Graysons died after the wires used in their stunt seemingly malfunctioned. The boy, Richard, was left an orphan. Fortunately, Bruce came to his aid and decided to be his guardian. Just shows you that not all rich people are mean.
I write for the Gotham Gazette, the city's biggest newspaper. Most newspapers publish fake articles because the publishers run out of stories, but not here. You'll never run out of stories when you're in a city as wild as Gotham.
Men in suits barge in the building, and go straight to my office. "Excuse me?" I try to be polite. "Who are you people?" The man in the center, wearing a dark brown suit and smoking a cigar, replies, "Oh, I'm sorry, so rude of me. I'm Zucco." I give him a raised eyebrow, "And? Yes, everybody knows who you are. Head of the family business, your mafia." Zucco looks like he's up to some bad business, as always. "What? We're no mafia. We are a highly secretive security organization. We offer protection money for those in need. And I just wanna clear things up, ya see. I wanna come out clean. I was the one who sabotaged the high wires, I killed the little Grayson's parents!" Why would he confess this to me? "You monster! SECURITY!" One of his henchmen covers my mouth, I try to free myself, but it's no use. I was gonna have to play Zucco's game.
They tie me up to my office chair. "Now, Ms. Vale, allow me to explain. The reason I confessed this murder, is because I'm planning to offer protection money for this here Gotham Gazette you're working for. And, if your boss doesn't accept my offer, he'll end up same as the main acts of Haly's Circus... DEAD!" Zucco orders to carry the chair I'm tied in. I hope I get out of this.