Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I own Batman. I just noticed that Kaiba is a lot like Bruce Wayne, and decided to run with this story. So sue me (on second thought please don't)!
Author's Note: I would like to thank Nightcrawlerlover for the awesome comment. I'm posting this chapter for you... because nobody else seems to be enjoying my story T.T
"All units stand by," Mahado said into a handheld walkie-talkie. He scowled at the besieged warehouse. "Get ready, set -"
There was a loud crash of glass as a heavy metal chair came flying through one of the third story windows. A stocky man in a trench coat shot out through the window after the chair, his arms flailing.
"Hold it!" Mahado cried. "Underwood! Raptor! Get over there!"
The man landed with a whump on a ragged red awning over the first floor entrance and slid slowly down the faded canvas. He grabbed the edge of the awning and hung dangling several feet above the pavement as a pair of startled officers scrambled to collect him.
Inside the building, screams mixed with the sounds of gunfire. "Hey - look out!" called a strangled voice from the third floor. "Jeez, it's him!" someone else yelled.
Ryou Bakura stared up in amazement at the warehouse. Thick gray smoke had begun to pour from the windows. "What's going on in there?" he asked Mahado.
The commissioner shrugged, a small grin forming. "Looks to me like they've got a bad case of bat infestation," he replied.
Voices were raised in the police ranks behind them. Mahado turned to see a young woman in a tan raincoat who was obviously trying to gain access to the inner ring of the barricade. She waved frantically at him over the heads of several officers who were attempting - without much success - to restrict her movement. The commissioner signaled to a nearby policewoman. "Tell them to let my daughter through," he said through clenched teeth. To Ryou he said, "Mana's got a stubborn streak in her a mile wide. If I don't let her in, we'll have to worry about being attacked on two sides!" A moment later an attractive blond woman of nineteen or twenty made her way to his side and gave him a hug.
"I think you should break down and issue me a badge, Dad," Mana Gordon said matter-of-factly. "Some of your newer officers don't recognize me." She flashed a grin at Ryou. "Good evening, Mr. District Attorney. I see you need a police barricade these days to keep you safe from your adoring fans."
"Mana, what are you doing here?" Mahado glared down at his daughter. "This is no place -"
"To have dinner?" she finished. "I know, but this is where they told me I'd find you when I showed up at your office." She tugged at a khaki sleeve to show him her watch. "We had a date, remember?"
"Commissioner?" A young tri-haired man in a trench coat appeared at Mahado's side. He looked over at Mana in surprise. "Well, hello!"
"Hi, Yami. Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me. Dad stood me up with some flimsy excuse about a raid or something."
"Sure - I mean - well, I'm sort of tied up myself." Deputy Commissioner Yami Mason looked unsure between Barbara and her father. "Are you sure this is a safe place for your daughter, sir?" He gave a worried glance at the building. Strange sounds continued to issue from the upper floors.
Mahado glowered at Mana. "Yami, when you've been a police brat as long as my daughter has, you tend to come and go as you please. Unfortunately, you also tend to add gray hairs to your father's head." He frowned sternly at Mana's smug smile. "Would you mind escorting this wayward child back to the relative safety of the city streets, Deputy Commissioner?"
"Not at all, sir," Yami replied with a grin.
"We'll discuss this later, young lady," Mahado called after his daughter. He turned back to Ryou with a grunt of exasperation. "I'm just thankful Mana's never shown any interest in following in her old man's footsteps," he said to the District Attorney. "Can you imagine the sleepless nights I'd have if she ever decided to go into law enforcement?"
Inside the building, the hoodlum known as Valon Cee lay on the rough wooden floor, his head swimming from a blow that had come out of nowhere to knock him flat. He raised his head and peered around the darkened, smoke-filled room. As he blinked dazedly, he saw a black-gloved arm with a fist at the end of it emerge suddenly from the middle of the smoky gloom, then dive in again with a sharp, cracking sound. One of Valon's confederates came flying out of the darkness, slammed against the wall a good fifteen feet away, and slid limply to the floor. Another thug had begun to creep toward the center of the room, rifle held at the ready, when a small object shaped like a black wing came whirring across the room and knocked the weapon from his grasp.
Valon noticed that their unwelcome guest was occupied, so he took the opportunity to get to his feet and tottered toward the window, his eyes on the bazooka propped against the broken sill. As he hoisted it to his shoulder and aimed down at the massed police officers, he heard a tiny creak from the floorboards behind him. Then something pushed down hard on the base of the bazooka, swinging the mouth of the weapon skyward. The bazooka fired with a thunderous boom, its round exploded harmlessly seconds later high in the sky. As Valon stared upward at the fireworks, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and strong hands gripped him from behind. Valon squirmed free with a panicked yelp and leaped through the window like a man escaping from a burning building. A pair of smiling officers was waiting for him under the awning. As they hustled him away, Valon looked up in time to see two more members of his gang come flying out the window. The building was silent for a few seconds, then the commotion started up again as the remainder of the thugs swarmed down the stairs and out the front entrance, hands held high. Shouts of "We give up!" and "Help us!" filled the night air as officers moved among the panicked mob with handcuffs.
Ryou Bakura addressed a small circle of reporters while a dozen crestfallen hoodlums were loaded into the waiting police wagons. "As your district attorney," he told the group, "I would like to officially commend Commissioner Mahado Gordon and his officers for their fine work."
Standing slightly behind Ryou, Mahado looked up at the caped figure who stood in black silhouette against the moon on the rooftop of the empty warehouse. "And thank you, old friend," the commissioner murmured under with a smile.
Not far from her father's side, Mana Gordon followed the commissioner's upward glance in time to see a dark figure blend into the shadows of the Domino skyline with a swirl of black cape. She gave a small nod, her eyes sparkling with fascination.
"Mr. Bakura." A reporter thrust her microphone under the DA's chin. "Is it true that you were primarily responsible for planning this raid?"
"Yes." Ryou gave a gracious nod. "And I'm delighted to say that another one of Rupert Dartz's criminal rings has now been broken." He gave the smile that had earned him the nickname "Radiant Ryou," as flashbulbs popped and the small crowd of onlookers erupted into spontaneous applause. Ryou resisted the urge to take a bow. "As I've frequently stated during my re-election campaign, I will not rest until Domino City has been 'de-Dartzed' once and for all," he concluded, the smile growing sardonic.
A final handcuffed hood was being ushered past Ryou on his way to the police wagon as the DA finished his remarks. "You talk big, pretty boy," Valon growled, "but you're gonna be laughing outta the other side of your mouth when Mr. Dartz gets through with you." Digging his toe deep into the mud, Valon flung a large clot of sodden earth in Ryou's direction, splattering the front of the DA's expensive suit. "Dartz eats creeps like you for a snack!" The other gang members waiting in the back of the police vehicle laughed and hooted their approval of Valon's performance.
"All right - that's enough out of you!" The police lieutenant escorting Valon collared the thug and hustled him off toward the police wagon.
Ryou Bakura stood frozen, his face rigid as a stone carving. Above the laughter of the hoodlums and the disapproving whispers of the onlookers, he heard a high-pitched singing sound. His hands trembled at his sides and he fought the urge to clap them over his ears. Then his handsome features contorted in an expression of pure rage. With a cry of fury, the district attorney launched himself up into the back of the police wagon, seized Valon by the lapels, and hurled him out onto the ground. The surprised hood hit the rain-soaked dirt with a thud and a grunt of pain. The DA towered over him.
"You little weasel!" Ryou bellowed, his voice guttural, rasping. "I'll tear you apart!" Flashbulbs popped and video cameras whirred as nearby officers tried to separate Ryou from the frightened crook. "Help!" Valon shouted. "Get 'im off! He's crazy - someone get 'im offa me!"
Ryou roared like a wild animal, grabbing the thug by the jacket and shaking him so hard that the lapels began to tear off in his fingers. "Kick mud in my face, will you?"
Valon cowered under the onslaught. "Help!" he pleaded as more police joined in the attempt to pry the DA away from his prey. As Ryou raised his arm to aim a blow at the thug's face, a large hand grabbed his fist and restrained it in a viselike grip. "Ryou!"
The DA wheeled around with murder in his eyes and came face to face with Commissioner Mahado.
"Get hold of yourself, man!" the commissioner ordered in a steely voice.
"Mahado - I… uh…" The bestial light died slowly from Ryou's eyes. He looked around as if suddenly aware of the surrounding crowd. His face paled.
"Come on - you don't need this kind of publicity," Mahado told him in an urgent whisper.
On the sidelines, television reporter Vivian Wong shook her head in disgust. "Who does this guy think he is," she commented to her cameraman, "a one-man gangbuster?"
"That creep's a maniac!" the battered thug yelled as Mahado's officers escorted him back to the police wagon. "He's the one who should be goin' to jail!"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, continuing to stare at Ryou as he looked around sheepishly. The color returned slowly to his face, and he reached up to straighten his tie. Mahado leaned in close. "What in the name of heaven did you think you were doing?" he asked.
"I - I don't know," Ryou answered. "I guess he just pressed the right button. Sorry, Mahado…" He drew in a shuddery breath and walked off toward his car as the commissioner frowned after him.
"That's one heckuva button," Mahado muttered under his breath.
High atop a nearby building, the caped figure watched with concern as the district attorney ducked into his car.
Author Note: If you want this story to continue I'm gonna need some motivation... I'm not gonna continue until I get double the comments I got last time aka I need two comments. I really do love this story so I don't want to have to get rid of it, so please comment
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