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Gotham City 13 years after the Waynes' deaths/first year of Batman's work on the city's streets.
Rain clouds overcast the night sky of Gotham City. The smoke and steam rose from factories, in pale pillars further obscuring the sky. Therefore, not a single star nor the moon were visible, just artificial city lights. Many buildings were dark also though with boards nailed over their windows.
A sedan pulled up to a gate with a sign on it proclaiming in fading letters: Gotham Landfill. The old car's driver side window rolled down. A hand reached out and pressed a button on an intercom system beside the gate. A voice came through the speaker. "What do you need?"
"It's Samson. I got something I need to unload."
The gate slid aside and Samson drove in. He pulled up to a plot of exposed moist earth near the low building the overseer sat in. Samson got out after reaching into the backseat for a shovel.
Out of the light coming through the building's windows, he began to dig in the softened ground. Minutes later, a deep flat voice came from the roof of the building. "What are you burying?"
Samson dropped the shovel. He turned while pulling out a gun. He aimed toward the voice. A batarang sliced through the air. The gun was knocked away leaving his hand stinging. Samson clutched it. His jaw clenched. He scowled at the figure, flipping over the edge of the roof and dropping down before rising to its whole height and coming toward him. A black cape obscured the form's contours creating a backdrop against the light from the windows it walked away from.
Samson bent over and picked up his shovel with his good hand. He swung it at the figure's head as it approached. Batman caught it with one hand, his other becoming a fist. He punched Samson's jaw. The older man was sent reeling. The grip on the shovel loosened. Batman yanked it out of his good hand and sent it flying out of reach.
Samson began to back up a few steps. Batman followed, "What were you burying?"
"None of your business!"
Batman reached for his belt. Samson lowered his head and charged. Batman sidestepped. He grabbed one of Samson's arms as he ran by. Then he snapped a cuff onto its wrist.
As Samson spun back toward him with wide eyes, Batman snatched his other arm. He snapped the matching cuff onto its wrist. Samson bowed his head and charged again, this time he made contact with Batman's retreating form and heard the barest of grunts. He grinned right before he was shoved backwards. He landed on the seat of his pants and then realized the difficulty of raising his large body with his hands only able to move inches from each realizing this, he looked up to see the Batman striding towards the sedan.
"Get away from there! That's not yours!" It's not even mine, I borrowed it!
The large figure of Batman continued despite his outburst with surprisingly quiet steps. In that quiet, Samson heard a voice coming from the building behind him. Noticing he was lying in the rectangle of light from a window, he worked harder to get up. What was going on in the darkness beyond wasn't clear, but he knew Batman was opening the back of the borrowed car.
Samson got one foot under himself. He was panting, catching enough breath to heave himself up, when light emerged from the popped open trunk. "Get back!"
Batman lifted the trunk door up as far as it would go. Folded up inside was the body of a woman. Her skin was pale in places, blue in others. She was very still. Batman still removed one of his gloves and checked for a pulse and breathing. There were neither. Batman then turned and walked away further into the darkness.
Samson yelled expletives in the direction he'd disappeared before turning to study the handcuffs in the light. Then another light flooded over him. He turned. The Batmobile drove up and then pulled alongside his borrowed car till its passenger side door was parallel to the open trunk. The Batmobile's passenger side door opened right before Batman got out his driver's side door and walked toward the trunk. He spoke while keeping his gaze on it, not Samson. "When she's buckled in, I'll uncuff you …"
Samson snarled, shaking his manacled wrists. "With what? There's no keyhole in these …" Samson devolved back into cursing as Batman disentangled the woman's folded limbs enough to pull her out. He then carried her to his car, put her in, and was finishing buckling the lifeless body in as the roar of car engines sounded near the landfill's gate.
Batman straightened, shut the door of the Batmobile, and pressed a button on his belt. The cuffs opened on Samson's wrists. He ripped them off and tossed them at Batman's head as he strode towards the driver's side of the Batmobile. Batman reached up and caught them as he strode around the back of his vehicle. Instead of doing more, Samson blacked into the darkness. Batman dived into his car and shut the door as headlights converged on the Batmobile.
The screech of brakes being slammed on and squelch of tires digging into the moist earth filled the area as cars pulled up forming a line between the gate and Batmobile. Men got out of the newly arrived vehicles holding huge guns. They aimed them at the Batmobile.
Bullets ripped through the night. Most pinged off the Batmobile's shell. Then a cloud of what looked like steam emerged from beneath the Batmobile. It spread through its surroundings first swallowing the sedan and barely dug hole, before reaching Samson hiding against the wall of the building and the vehicles and bodies of the shooters. One of them lowered his gun and growled in frustration. "Ahhhhh … We can't see!"
Zeke, the man in charge, shouted "Wait for it to clear!" Guns lowered and men waited. Then they heard a softer engine growl and squelching. Zeke yelled "He's running for it!"
Another gunman yelled "How?!"
Inside the Batmobile, its sonar technology had gathered data the computer had already processed and laid out on a display the rough spacing of the building piles of junk and walls of the landfill on the screen over the radio. Twisting lines of different colors showed various possible routes to the gate. Batman jerked the stick into reverse and peeled out into one. With several spins of the wheel he maneuvered the Batmobile into a twisting attempt at a semi circle far from the vehicles trying to hem it in. By the time he reached the gate, it had closed.
Batman stopped the Batmobile and sighed. He pulled the stick back into reverse and pressed the gas, then the brake. He put both hands on the wheel and pressed the gas again shooting forward and ramming the rusting chain link barrier. He felt it give slightly, but not entirely.
Back near the building where the landfill manager was watching this with dropped jaw on his own monitor screen, the vehicles of the enforcers of the man he took orders from were colliding in the remains of the smokescreen while trying to pull out and give chase. As they did, Batman jerked the stick into reverse again, backed up, put it in drive, and pressed the gas pedal again. He bashed the rusting gate once more with the Batmobile's reinforced bumper. It fell off and onto his hood and windshield. He backed up letting the bottom of the gate drag a long and then catch on the ground. It fell off, but he kept backing up running into a pile of junk, which fell over. Only then, did he pull forward over the fallen gate and finally make it out onto the street.
Zeke had just managed to leave the other vehicles behind and pull clear of the tangle and had made some headway through the maze of junk piles when he slammed on his brake upon coming up on the fallen debris the Batmobile had backed up into. His partner in the passenger seat pulled away toward his window as his boss gripped the steering wheel and seethed.
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ScribeofHeroes