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Batman Origins: Batman Part 1
Batman Origins
Batman
Gotham City
January
James Gordon sat in a crowded train as it traveled into Gotham City, the only thoughts rolling through his mind was that his wife Barbra was flying in, no matter how much it cost. At least that way she could be fooled into thinking that the city is what it once was, a shining beacon of hope. He was no fool he knew all about Gotham City but it was the only place that would hire him after the mess in Chicago. He only prayed the tests came back negative, this was no place to raise a child, he knew it was wrong to hope for that and had they been going anywhere else he would have been happy to have a child. By train you can see all the problems Gotham City has, the crime, the dirty officials and the Mob. By air at least it looks civilized.
*****
Bruce Wayne sat in the seat of the private airplane that was taking him home for the first time in 10 years. He had left to search the world for teachers after graduating from High School early at only 16 years old. To the press he was partying around the world hanging out with the rich and powerful, dating princesses and heiresses. The pilot had put on a news report as they approached the airport to catch him up on what was going on. Not that he needed to be brought up, he had been following the reports about Gotham City’s decline, he was coming back to set Gotham City back on track. He wasn’t sure how just yet but he had a mission and had trained for over 10 years. First with teachers in Gotham City until he was 16 before moving off to learn fighting styles in the Far East, detective skills in Scotland and England and so on, all his masters were surprised at how fast he learned. As the plane circled Bruce Wayne looked down at the city looking perfect from the sky, a single thought running through his mind, ‘I should have taken the train, I should be closer; I should see the enemy.’
“In the latest news, DA Harvey Dent could only look on as his star witness dropped the charges claiming it was all a mistake, There was no gang rape. Stacy Lynch a 22 year old paralegal held a press conference on the steps of the court house where she announced despite, several witnesses stating otherwise, that the rape never happened. She declined to comment on the injury to her left hand which was wrapped in a bandage.” A young reporter named Vicki Vale was standing in front of the court house in footage that had clearly been from earlier in the day “D.A. Dent refused to comment. Back to you Tom.”
“Thank you Vicki,” Tom an older man sat in a studio next to another woman. “In related news, D.A. Dent was forced to drop the conspiracy charges against Commissioner Loeb after several witnesses disappeared with out warning, Foul play is suspected.”
“Tough day for Mr. Dent,” The female anchor chimed in. “In a happier story Gotham City’s favorite son should be landing at Gotham’s Thomas Wayne memorial airport any minute now. Fitting he should land in the airport named after his father.”
*****
When the train came to a stop Jim Gordon grabbed his bag and headed towards the street where he would hoped to catch a cab, walking down the platform a bald man approached him trying to get him to donate money for God or something, Gordon was doing his best to ignore him but he kept pressing.
“Walk skin head,” a voice came up from behind him, when Gordon turned to look he saw a large man nearly 6’5” with short blonde hair wearing a trench coat over a clean pressed suit. “Lt. Gordon, I’m Detective Flass, Commissioner Loeb sent me to meet you so we can get you to the station, you mind if I call you Jimmy.”
“Well I...” Gordon didn’t really want to be called Jimmy no matter how big the person was who was saying it.
“Welcome to Gotham Jimmy, it’s not really as bad as it looks, especially if you are a cop,” Flass continued talking as he led him to his car. “Cops got it made here.”
*****
The lobby of the airport was crowded with all kinds of press, including the young woman Bruce had seen on the TV in the plane Vicki Vale. They were all shouting questions about the rumors and why he was coming back to Gotham City after Ten Years. He made sure to act the part of a rich playboy, scanning the crowd he flirted with the ladies as he passed trough answering few of the questions but never revealing anything about his plans or commenting on his love life. Better to leave those a mystery and let the press think up its own reasons.
“Gotham Cities favorite son Bruce Wayne is back in Gotham City after seeing the world for 10 years,” Vicki Vale spoke into a Video camera as he walked by. “He declined to comment about why he has come back to Gotham City or to comment on the rumors about his love life. His only comments were that he was happy to be home and that he would be staying. This is Vicki Vale for WMTC 13, back to Tom at the studio.”
*****
Gillian Loeb’s office looked less like a commissioner’s office and more like the office of an extremely rich world leader. The desk alone must be worth more then Gordon had made in all the years he’s worked as a police officer. All kinds of art work lined the walls and decorated oak end tables spread out around the room. It was a room fit for a king, not a city police commissioner who reported making 50,000 dollars last year. Gordon knew where he got the money but he knew better then to say anything, it would do Barbra no good if he got himself killed his first day in Gotham City.
“You know we’re delighted to have you here Lieutenant.” Loeb said as he sucked on a cough drop.
“I’ll give you my best work sir, I promise,” Gordon found himself craving a cigarette even though he had been trying to quit.
“And we are a team. A team needs team spirit, don’t you think?” Loeb put another cough drop into his mouth. “Yes it does and your record shows you’ve got what it takes.”
“I know I made mistakes, sir. I’m grateful for the chance to prove myself,” Gordon couldn’t stand the smell of eucalyptus cough drops and was inching to get out of there.
“What Mistakes have you made Lieutenant? You kept the media away from it, that’s the bottom line, isn’t it,” Loeb laid Gordon’s files on the desk. “Yes it is.”
“I swear you won’t have to worry about my honesty commissioner,” Gordon stood up and reached out to sake the man’s hand.
“Last thing on my mind,” Loeb grabbed hold of Gordon’s hand in a firm grip and shook his hand.
*****
Wayne Manor had been built in the early 1800’s by the first Wayne’s to settle here the last remains of some long lost Royal line. It had been a stop in the underground rail road and a hospital during the Civil War. Bruce Wayne had inherited everything the day his parents died on his 8th birthday. Returning home for the first time in 10 years he found himself feeling out of place, he never thought the house belonged to him, it had always been his father’s house it had been one of the reasons he left in the first place.
“Welcome home, Master Wayne,” Alfred opened the car door allowing Bruce to get out and take a look at the fortress like home of the Wayne family.
“Thank you Alfred,” Bruce looked around the grounds to see that despite him not being here they were still well kept.
“Can I get you anything to eat sir,” Alfred grabbed the suitcase from that back of the car.
“That’s okay I’m not hungry,” Bruce started to walk towards his mother’s gardens. “I’m just going to take a quick look around.”
“Very well sir,” Alfred walked up the front steps of the manor carrying Bruce’s suitcase with him.
The gardens were mostly overgrown now his mother’s flowers long gone all that remained were overgrown vines and weeds. In the corner of the garden Bruce spotted the old well that entered into the cave system under the manor, he had been just seven when he fell through the wood planks, which had been used to seal off the opening, while playing with his childhood friend Rachel Dawes. While he was traveling he had thought back on the caves and believed they would make a good base of operations for his war on crime. They had all the protection he needed and another entrance on the other side of the bluff that could be used to drive cars in and out from.
*****
Seated in the passenger seat Jim Gordon watched as his partner Detective Arnold Flass drove him around the city getting him acquainted with the streets. He wasn’t happy about the idea but he had little choice there wasn’t anywhere else to go. It was either this or pumping gas and that wouldn’t take care of his family. Ever since he spoke out against a cop he had thought was dirty only 6 months before he had been in this hell hole of a life. After that day he had told himself that he will get his facts right before calling another cop dirty, but from what he had seen already it wouldn’t do much good. There were times he thought the whole police force was dirty. Being the only honest cop in Gotham City wasn’t something he relished. At least the city’s citizens were getting tired of the crime; they had just elected a young hot shot Lawyer named Harvey Dent to be their District Attorney and the Mayor was already losing early polls. Nothing Carmine Falcone couldn’t fix though, though he had only been in Gotham City 2 days he already knew who really ran things around here.
“I knew you’d like the Commissioner Jimmy,” Flass took a sip from the beer bottle as he was driving. Just another example of how dirty this town was, how could he even think to bring Barbra here? “He’ll be just as good to you as you are good to him, you can count on that Jimmy.”
“Listen Flass,” Gordon began to say when Flass slammed on the breaks and got out of the car. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry about it Jimmy, this isn’t anything I can’t handle.” Flass approached a group of three teenagers standing around a burn barrel. Just by the way he was going towards them Gordon knew it wouldn’t be good. “Mother know you’re here Steve.”
“Oh man, look Detective we’re not doing anything,” a taller black teen looked almost disappointed at Flass’ arrival. When Flass reached them he pulled back and slugged Steve in the face sending him stumbling to the wall. The other two kids ran off as Flass picked the injured kid and slammed him back first on the edge of a dumpster. The whole time Gordon watches and memorizes Flass’ habits, he was a green beret and served in the first Gulf War in 1991 something Gordon had looked up as soon as he learned he would be paired with the man. He makes mental notes on everything he sees for future reference in case he needed to bring him down.
“Was that really necessary?” Gordon watched as Flass got back into the car.
“He had this in his pocket,” Flass tossed an object at Gordon.
“It’s just a comb,” Gordon looked at the bigger man.
“So I made a mistake,” Flass took another drink from his beer and proceeded to drive away. Looking back at the kid Flass laid out he prayed the tests were negative.
*****
Jim Gordon stared out the window as Flass drove the car towards the scene of a murder; he had been on the job now for over a month and was starting to feel at ease with himself. Things could be better, the police force was still crooked but he was already earning a reputation on the street and in the department. However it wasn’t a reputation most on the police force was happy about, several were nervous about him he knew it as much as they tried to keep a straight face when near him. He could feel the looks that followed him as he past dirty cops in the halls. One episode remained clear in his memory, a cop named Morgan had crossed him on a bad day and Gordon had torn into him for his activities.
“Jimmy, the boys want me to have a talk with you,” Flass sped through the streets sirens blaring as they went by snow covered curbs. “They thought I might get a word in seeing how tight we are. They’re worried about you Jimmy.”
“I’m touched, Flass, but I’m more worried about a murder,” Gordon humored him, he knew Flass was trying to get him to tone down his stance on bribes and other illegal activities. “Turn left at this next street.”
“You’ll never make it in this job if you don’t learn to take it easy,” Flass took the turn a little faster then Gordon would have liked. “We have our own way of doing things in Gotham City, you came down pretty hard on Morgan he is just supporting his family, something you will have to do soon with that Baby on the way.”
“Call me Lieutenant, take the next right,” Gordon hid the stab on anger that filled his gut when Flass brought up his unborn child. He knew it was a veiled threat but he also knew he couldn’t rise up and take the bait. Better to remain calm then display emotion to this man.
*****
Bruce Wayne trained long and hard in the almost 2 months he had been back, the caves under the house were taking shape nicely. The only problem was the fact he had no idea what he would do just yet. He had an idea that he would go out and clean up the streets he just had no idea how he would go about it. One thing he knew though was that he needed equipment and he knew just where to get it, Wayne Enterprises. Being the president of the company he was free to take what he would need and no one would be the wiser. Walking around the Applied Sciences division Bruce shopped for the objects he would need to fight crime. His first find was a suit of body armor, designed for the US Military for its soldiers. It had been deemed to expensive to mass produce but it would be perfect for his plans. Next he found a grappling gun; also to expensive to produce it could be used to climb anything from buildings to Mountains. It came complete with a utility belt that allowed small pouches to be clipped onto to store what ever he might need. His guide through the division was a man named Lucius Fox, an older man he was one of the first African Americans to have a high ranking position in Wayne Enterprises. Before Bruce took over the company on his 21st birthday a man by the name of William Earle had ran the company and like much of Gotham City his morals were less the ideal. He had kept Fox in the Applied Sciences division which he considered a dead end job. Soon after Bruce took control he fired Earle and replaced him with Fox making him the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. He had designed several of the prototypes that Wayne was now looking at and didn’t care what his boss was going to do with them. Failed Projects just took up space he felt and if Bruce Wayne wanted to take them for God knows what it was fine by him at least they would have some use.
“And over here we have what I call the Tumbler,” Fox led Bruce towards what Bruce could only call a small tank. It was painted in standard desert camouflage brown and tan, something that would have to be changed. “It was designed for bridge building; two of these babies would jump over a river or a narrow canyon creating a quick bridge to move the troops to the other side. We could never get the bridge to work right but this baby works just fine.”
“Does it come in Black?” Bruce grinned like a school boy as he checked it out.
*****
Inside Commissioner Loeb’s office Flass was distressed over Gordon’s inability to loosen up, even after their little talk a week earlier. He had come to Loeb to see if the older man had any advice on how to deal with the troublesome cop. Loeb was seated in his normal seat sucking on cough drops with stacks of paper work filling up his desk. The last thing he wanted to hear about was Gordon, he looked promising but now he was becoming a pain in his side that he couldn’t sake.
“So Father Donnelley slips one hundred dollars into Gordon’s hand and he just looks at him as if the Father had some kind of sickness and threw the money back in Donnelley’s face.” Flass recounted the latest events that happened. “Then he gives the whole squad a lecture about taking bribes and puts Benson on probation. He’s not fitting in Gill, maybe me and some of the boys could soften him up a bit.”
“No not while I’m in town with Harvey Dent waging war on dirty cops and the Mayor coming to an end of his career there is a lot of heat on me,” Loeb popped another cough drop into his mouth. “I had such high hopes for that boy; don’t do anything until the conference in Washington, that’s in two weeks. I’ll be out of town so you’ll be free to do what you want.”
Smiling Flass left the office happy that in just two weeks he would set Gordon straight. The ungrateful punk had been welcomed when no one else would take him and this is how he repays them. If it were up to him he’d take care of Gordon once and for all and nothing would get back to him, Gotham was a dangerous city cops lost their lives all the time. But killing Gordon wouldn’t go over very well in today’s Gotham City so he will just settle for a good beating.
*****
Rachel Dawes was at her desk outside the executive assistant district attorney’s office, at 27 she was one of the younger members of the DA’s office. She had been assigned to the office of Jack Donnelly who handled the Major Case squad a year earlier. She had been given the job based on the recommendation of the now former lead assistant district attorney Harvey Dent who had become the new DA in November after being elected by the people of Gotham City. He had become the youngest man to hold the office. At the moment she was reading up on the case she would be handling the next day in court, a murder of a pregnant woman by a group of thugs who ran with members of the Maroni crime family. The woman’s husband, a small time comedian, had agreed to testify against the men but as it often happens he disappeared leaving her in a bind. With out a witness she was left with little to use against the three thugs. Running her fingers through her long brown hair she let out a sigh and found herself looking up at the face of her old friend Bruce Wayne.
“Tough day,” Bruce asked with a charming smile, no mater how he appeared in the press to Rachel he would always be the care free boy she grew up with.
“Just another case falling apart,” Rachel smiled lightly as she stood up to give her friend a hug. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“So you to busy for some lunch?” Bruce looked around the empty office. “Or can I have something sent up for you? Shouldn’t be missing Lunch now.”
“Sure I need something to eat,” Rachel reached around to grab her coat. “The break may do me some good.”
Leading Rachel out of the office, the two of them made their way into the garage where Bruce had parked his Lexus. Driving off towards a near by restaurant the two friends caught up on old times.
*****
Jim Gordon found himself alone in the basement parking lot of Police Central, he had been asked to meet Flass there but when he arrived he found no one. A fact that was causing him some stress, he knew things would come to a head with Loeb off in some conference leaving the wolves in charge of the hen house so to speak. Checking his side arm for what had to be the tenth time since he arrived; Gordon looked around the area to determine that he was in fact alone. He was annoyed about the fact that he had been told to be here, he had been trying to have off most nights to be home with Barbra, who despite his wishes was pregnant and it was at night that she needed him the most.
“Hey there lieutenant,” The unmistakable tone of Flass’ voice rang out from behind him. Nice of you to join us.”
Gordon could see four men standing in the entry way, the light behind them cast them in shadows masking their faces but Gordon knew the taller one was Flass. They were talking to him which meant that they were trying to distract him. That could only mean one thing, an attack from behind. Spinning around he caught the masked man by surprise with an open hand thrust to the face sending him backwards. Turning back he was able to catch the bat one of the first four had swung at him, a sharp pain shot up his arm as he ripped the bat from the mans hands and hit him in the face with the butt end of the bat. Before he could turn back to another attacker he felt the sting of a bat across his back knocking the wind out of him sending him to the ground with a thud. No longer able to defend himself he was open to all five men striking him with bats and their feet. Just before drifting into the darkness he thought of his wife, Barbra.
*****
Bruce Wayne stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of a rundown diner, if he was going to clean up the streets he would need to see the streets first hand. But not as Bruce Wayne, he would be noticed at once so he had disguised himself using the best stage make up he could buy and a fake goatee he was unrecognizable. Under the dirty clothes he was wearing was the armor he had taken from Wayne Enterprises, just in case he ran into some danger. Turning from the mirror Bruce entered the street known as crime ally. The street wasn’t always called crime ally, back in the 1950’s the street had been home to several upper middle class families most moving to Gotham City after World War 2. Back then it was called Duncan Drive, it still was called that on most city maps but for the people who lived in the city and on the street itself Crime Alley was far more accurate. The street led to an entertainment district which had restaurants and a theater all of it abandoned now. Bruce stopped to look at the theater, a simple sign hanging on its boarded up windows, stating that the building was now owned by Wayne Enterprises. He had worked to by out the entire entertainment district that boarded Crime alley, most though he was a foolish do gooder looking to make things better with out knowing the problem, which was better then what others had called him in the press.
Keeping to the sidewalks he moved at a brisk pace making sure he didn’t draw focus to himself. The last thing he wanted was to get in a fight on crime ally, not much good would come of it being out numbered and unarmed. Come upon a group of girls, Prostitutes, Bruce stopped; there would be no way to get by them with out making a scene if he tried to go around them their pimps would notice if he tried to go through they would try and make a sale and he’d have to turn them down maybe drawing the ire of their pimps.
“Hey mister want a free lay,” Bruce looked down to see someone who couldn’t be more then 15 trying dressed as a hooker. The sight of her made him sick, the fact that some pimp thought he could sell some girl off as a hooker.
“You have a problem mister?” an older man walked over to him, he wasn’t well built it was clear to him that he may be a pimp but he had his guys to the dirty work. “You don’t like Holly?”
“I just want to walk by pal,” Bruce lowered his voice and added a bit of an edge making him sound harsh and raspy. “Just trying to figure out how to pass you by with out causing a fuss.”
“You have a problem with the boss,” a man speaking with an Italian accent spoke from behind him. Bruce didn’t have to look to know that there were two men behind him, both would be bigger and stronger then anyone else on the street and likely bigger then him as well. The situation was falling a part quickly it wouldn’t take much to set these guys off, using a free hand to check his coat pocket for the grappling gun that he had taken along with the armor he turned to look at the newcomers.
“No problems I’m just passing through,” Bruce was right about the two men, both had to be six foot five and over two hundred pounds. “This girl just stopped me that is all.”
“That’s not true at all,” The girl, Holly the pimp called her, stomped closer. “He was just standing there watching us.”
“I see, well mister if you don’t want a lay and you are standing on my turf watching my girls, that means you want something,” The Pimp stepped closer his big gut touching the arm of Bruce’s coat.
No longer feeling safe and sure that there wasn’t anything else left to do he struck hitting the pimp square in the side of the jaw with an open handed thrust sending him back into a pile of trash. The Two men behind him seemed dumbfounded which only worked to his benefit, driving his fingers into the nearest guy’s throat causing him to gag and bring both hands up to his neck. Seeing an opening he drove a fist into his diaphragm just below his lungs causing him to lose his breath and doubling him over. Bruce finished him off with a well place shot with his elbow to the back of the man’s head. His Partner came to his senses before Bruce could move to face him and landed a punch to the side of Bruce’s face busting open his lip. Moving with the momentum of the blow, Bruce surprised him with a roundhouse left clocking him on the back of the head sending him tripping over his fallen partner and crashing into the side of a car busting through the window. Before he could make sure no one else was coming he felt a weight fall on him from behind. Reaching back he grabbed a hand full of hair and bent forward taking who ever was on his back and sending them crashing into another pile of trash. When the person landed he could tell it was a dark haired woman, but she wasn’t dressed as a street walker.
“Selina” The girl named Holly cried out and ran to the fallen woman’s side as she grabbed onto her own back. Not waiting around to see if anyone else would come he ran into an alley pulling out the grappling gun and fired it towards the rooftops as he ran before letting the gun pull him up towards the roof.
*****
Jim Gordon was bloody but still alive and he was pissed, after Flass and his goons left him lying in the parking lot beaten and out cold Gordon stumbled to his car to take care of business once and for all. It didn’t take him long to find Flass either, everyone in the district knew where Flass would be on a Wednesday night. The weekly floating poker game, held at a different house every week hosted by one of the people in the game. This week it was being held at Chief O’Hare’s house, which was perfect, Flass would have to travel through forest to get home. The road would be almost empty at the time of night Flass would be leaving. Jim waited in his car at the side of the road across from O’Hare’s house; it sat at the end of a long drive way so they wouldn’t see him out here in the dark waiting. Looking over at the baseball bat in the seat next to him he thought about everything he had learned about Flass and how he fought. He knew he would have to move fast and take him out before he could figure out what was happening.
Just before Two am Gordon saw Flass heading to his Jeep, waiting until Flass left the drive way Gordon started his car and quietly followed making sure to keep his distance. Once they reached the woods Gordon started to speed up until he pulled up beside Flass. Noticing Flass’ surprise at seeing Gordon driving beside him, Gordon turned the car into Flass’ and sent him off the road crashing into a tree. Stopping on the side of the road, Gordon pulled out the bat and walked towards the car as Flass tried to shake the cobwebs out from his head.
“Jimbo, what’s going on?” Flass staggered out of the car a combination of the crash and the drinking that had been going on. “Have you lost your mind?”
Maybe he had but Gordon didn’t wait to answer he just came closer until he whipped the bat across Flass’ arm he could almost hear the bone cracking from the blow. Before Flass could react Gordon struck again this time striking Flass in the knee sending him to the ground, Flass made the mistake of bracing his fall with the arm he had hit with the bat. When he hit there was no mistaking that Flass had just broken his arm, with a slight smile Gordon stomped on the arm causing Flass to cry out. With Flass down he delivered several quick kicks to his exposed ribs feeling them crack under the blows. With Flass no longer a threat Gordon stripped him down to his boxers and handcuffed him with his own cuffs. Dragging him up to the side of the road Gordon made sure he was still alive before leaving there and driving away. He knew he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone coming after him, Flass would never admit he got beaten by one man much less Jim Gordon.
*****
Bruce Wayne sat in his father’s study alone reflecting on what had happened in Crime Alley. He had learned a little about the animal, that is crime, he also knew he would need to do something drastic if he were going to clean up Gotham City. In front of him on the mantel a painting of Thomas and Martha Wayne with there son, it had been painted just months before that fateful night. He didn’t really remember sitting for the painting, a lot of his memories before that night are fuzzy almost as if Bruce had died that night and something else replaced him. A Demon bent on justice and revenge, a monster wearing the mask of a human being. As he sat alone the sound of a window breaking startled him, when he looked towards the sound he saw the shape that had so terrified him as a child. He had been just a kid, 7 years old, playing a game with Rachel his childhood friend and the daughter of one of the employees who worked at the house. He had hidden in an old well that had been boarded up, but he was too heavy and crashed into an underground cave system. Startling the bats that lived there causing them to swarm him, starting a life long fear for Bats, it was suddenly clear to him as he looked up at this bat that had busted through the window. He will use his fear and make the criminals fear it as well, he would become a bat a creature of the night, he would become Batman.
Next Time…
-Batman makes his presence felt in Gotham City
-Gordon gets a new Partner
-Batman finds an ally
-Commissioner Loeb declares war on Batman
-Gordon gains a family member.
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Re: Batman Origins: Batman Part 1
thanks
I'll be going right in with Batman in the next one.
You notice the cameo by Catwoman, Selina Kyle. Also got a cameo from Holly Robinson.
The Joker also has a mention in a way.
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Re: Batman Origins: Batman Part 1
I'll be having more cameos in the next part too
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