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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:44:28 GMT -5
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:46:25 GMT -5
Batman Issue 4: "A Riddle Wrapped in E. Nigma, Part Two: Cluesless?" Written by Charles HoM Cover by Ramon Villalobos Edited by Ellen Fleischer
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:47:11 GMT -5
"Evil is, good or truth misplaced." Mohandas Gandhi, 1869-1948
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:48:58 GMT -5
Chapter One: “End him!”End of passion play, crumbling away… I'm your source of self-destruction! Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear… Leading on your deaths' construction! Gotham sleeps, unaware of the trouble brewing in its heart. Three cars speed towards a special tower, one cloaked in darkness, leaving a trail of blue light as it streaks through the streets. An old grey car trails behind the lines of traffic, the driver chewing his wet cigar and mumbling to himself. His passenger shakes her head as the driver screams out of his window, howling at the drivers in front. The radio blares with a mix tape of his own creation, vibrations from the speakers shaking the entire car. Harvey Bullock is as impatient as ever, as he tries to get to the Enigma building as quickly as possible. Sarah Essen shakes her head once more, and then in a fit of frustration, yanks the siren from the dashboard and sticks it on the roof. The traffic clears immediately. “Christ, Harv. Get a grip. Think things through, you big lump… And turn that music off!” “Sorry, Ess. I just don’t want that freak Nigma getting out of our clutches before we have a chance to beat his ass down, ya know? Besides, it’s classic rock. Psychs ya up, you know?” Essen shakes her head once more, and then looks him straight in the eye. “You are not, for the last time, going to beat his ass down. You’re a good cop, not one of the DEA, and not one of the vice squad, alright? By the book…” “Sure, sure…” “And Metallica isn’t classic rock. The Beatles are classic rock.” Sarah smiles. “Don’t get me started Ess!” The DEA in Gotham is more crooked than an old witch’s nose. The whole department knows it, Bullock was in on it, but he got out with help from Gordon… But the team… They have their suspicions. Gordon trusts him totally; Essen grudgingly respects him, but Merkel… They’re friends, partners from a couple of years ago, patrolling the streets together ridding the city of crime. The grand police ideal, not the Gotham ideal. Bullock was promoted to the vice squad and he became quite comfortable in there… How he got out? Why he got out? A story for another time.The masked man hides in the darkness, the men and women surrounding him strapped to chairs that circle the spot in which he stands. Their mouths are covered, but they still squirm and struggle to escape. The man just smiles and watches as his prey attempt to get_away. Soon it will all be over. Soon he shall have his revenge. The building in the centre of Gotham is quiet,. An unearthly chill sweeps the streets. As the roads approach the large citadel, traffic becomes non existent, silence reigns, aside from the far off howl of the wind. Harvey Bullock flicks up his collar, and shivers, then walks over to the Enigma Tech building, gun holstered. Harv isn’t the most patient of cops, let alone one of the better ones. He knows this, takes it in his stride, and strives to bring peace and justice to the city he resides in. He sighs and looks up, a flutter of wings above him causing him to do a double take. Wings?
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:49:33 GMT -5
The Batman stands tall across the chasm that separates the Enigma Tech building and the opposite mall. He surveys the building, noting the reinforced steel that supports the building, the armoured plastic being used for windows… And then he nods to himself. This building, with its earthquake proof architecture… Something doesn’t seem quite right. There’s only one entrance. The windows don’t seem to have any kind of opening mechanism. What the hell is going on? He throws out a line, and it connects with the tall building facing him. Only one way to find out what is going on. And that… is to get inside.
“Essen?” Gordon awaits a reply, his phone crackling as Sarah replies to the phone call.
“What’s up, Sir?”
“We have the warrant, we’re heading over right now. Don’t move a muscle till we get there, y’hear? Don’t let Harv get out of your-”
Harvey Bullock places his hand on the door of the building and his eyes light up, noticing something deep within his line of site. “ESSEN! GET THE HELL DOWN!” a spark zigzags across the façade of the Enigma building, and an explosion rips through the reception area at the front of the structure, smoke bursting out of the shattered doors. Harvey is thrown backwards into his car, his battered paintwork taking yet another attack. Batman swings down, grabs the two officers, and when another explosion rips through the street, he protects them with his own body, his cape taking the brunt of the shrapnel and debris as the smoke slowly begins to clear.
“Seems someone is a bit impatient.” Batman looks down at Sarah, who has a nasty purple bruise already forming over her forehead. “Bullock, call an ambulance.”
“Damn it, Ess…” Bullock looks over to Batman, his brow furrowing. “Did that Nigma creep just detonate his own building?”
“Doesn’t seem like it. The explosives were inside the building, yes… But nothing was compromised that would damage the rest of the building. This was a trap set to take out a first wave of police officers.” He turns to Bullock, his voice deepening. “And you tripped the trap, Bullock.” He stands up, and his cape whips behind him as he begins to walk towards the building.
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:50:33 GMT -5
Chapter Two:Taste me you will see, More is all you need! You're dedicated to- How I'm killing you! Jim Gordon and Sam Merkel streak through the streets, blaring sirens and violating traffic laws. Gordon flicks his lighter open and closed, concerned that Sarah’s phone call disconnected. The warrant in one hand, his zippo in the other, he looks over to Sam. Sam nods to himself and pushes down harder on the accelerator. “Where the hell do you think you’re goin’, Bats?” Harvey places his hand firmly on Batman’s shoulder. Batman spins around and gives him the darkest, most soul shattering look known to man. Harvey stumbles back in surprise, and then grits his teeth. “You ain’t goin’ in there, Vigilante. Not without me.” Batman turns in disgust, and leans in close to the large detective. “Your partner is unconscious, that building is probably filled with traps, and I don’t want someone like you slowing me down. Wait here with your partner, and then wait till I’m back. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt by this-” “Sirens are getting closer, Batman. I’m going in with you. Sarah is fine, she’s waking up now. If you don’t let me go in with you, I’ll just hafta shoot you. Obstruction of the law. Impeding an investigation.” He takes out his pistol and Batman turns away from him. “You’d shoot a citizen in the back?” He walks towards the building only to hear the weapon being cocked. “You’re no citizen, you’re a vigilante. Gordon may respect your presence in this city but I only allows ya ‘cause you get the job done, so don’t you dare go tellin’ me how to do my job.” Batman turns again, and watches as an ambulance races down the street. He looks over at Bullock, who still has the gun aimed at his chest. “Let’s go. Don’t step where I don’t step. And above all things-” He leans in close to Bullock once more, and grimaces. “-Stay quiet.”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:51:10 GMT -5
Ding Dong.
Alfred Pennyworth answers the door to Wayne Manor with a smile, even if he is a bit worried about the events transpiring in the city.
“Wayne Manor, how may I be of… oh…”
“Hello Alfy, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“Indeed…” Alfred smiles to himself, and runs his fingers over his chin. “I had forgotten you’re penchant for calling me that though… Even if I could never forget you!” The two laugh.
“What are you doing in our fine city, may I ask? Last I heard, you had moved to Philadelphia…”
“I’m here on business… And I was wondering if Bruce was in…” The person smiles slightly, embarrassed. “I haven’t seen him for so long, and I was wondering if it wasn’t too late to have a catch up…”
Alfred pauses for a moment, saddened at the truth of the matter, and having to cover it up with a lie. “Master Bruce is currently on holiday in The Alps, skiing I’m afraid. Would you care to join me for a drink though? I haven’t heard from you since that accident with your mother…How is she by the way?”
The person stiffens slightly at the words, dredging up a memory from the past.
“She… recovered quite well, actually. She and father are retired in Florida.”
Brzzt - Brzzt.
“Damn phone. Sorry about this, Alfy.” The individual turns slightly, and speaks into the small mobile. Whatever the party on the other end has to say, it is clearly upsetting to the person standing before Alfred. “I’m so sorry, but that was my office… They need me back home on the next flight… Damn… I really wanted to catch up with my old friends…”
“Maybe next time, eh?” Alfred smiles and bows slightly.
“Oh shut up, Alfy.” The person leaps at Alfred, taking him totally by surprise, and hugs him tightly. “I’ve missed this, y’know…”
Alfred hesitates for a moment, and returns the embrace. “I have too… Next time, please, phone ahead… I’m sure Master Bruce would fly back especially… Or even not go in the first place…”
“I’m sure.” The figure moves down the steps to the waiting taxi, and Alfred closes the large door to the past.
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:51:46 GMT -5
“Detective! Detective Essen!” Two paramedics run over to the drowsy detective, and help her to her feet. She rises shakily.
“Where’s Detective Bullock, ma’am?”
“Saw both of ‘em… run into the building…”
Two uniforms motion towards the crater where the entrance doors once were, but Essen grabs the collars of their jackets, pulling them back. “Nuh uh, guys… Booby traps… No one else… go… iiiin…” She collapses to the ground, and the paramedics instantly lift her onto a stretcher, and move her into the ambulance.
Sam slams on the brakes as they reach the perimeter of the building. Sam rummages in the back of the vehicle for his shotgun, as James runs over to his comrade in arms.
“Sarah… Can you hear me? Sarah?” He places his hand on her shoulder and she stirs slightly.
“Fubb… Gah… Gah… Gordon?” She turns to him, her eyes hazy, unable to focus.
“Yeah, its me Sarah… What happened here?”
“Booby traps! The Batman and Harv… I think they went into the building! Said something about more booby traps… Don’t go in…”
“Right Sarah… You get some rest now.”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:52:42 GMT -5
Chapter Three:Come crawling faster, Obey your master Your life burns faster, Obey your master - Master! The Batman and Bullock, quietly sneak into the building. When they reach the end of the first corridor, a large elevator meets them. “Going up?” “Wait. Look.” Batman points at a charred piece of paper stuck to the lift doors. He can make out the drawing of a green top hat with a purple question mark on the front. A big black arrow points down from the top of the page, and the hat is covered by a red cross. “What does that mean?” “It’s a picture puzzle. There’s a meaning to it.” Harvey scratches his head and takes his cigar out of his mouth. “We’ve got to go to the top of the building. Take away the hat, and what’s left?” “The top.” Batman smiles to himself. “A bit obvious, but when you take the ‘hat’ out of ‘top-hat’, you leave ‘top’. Diabolical… Hrm.” Batman presses the button on the side of the wall and the door slowly opens. Harvey is about to step inside, when Batman pushes him back. “Bullock, wait! That lift is probably wired to explode if anyone steps in it. Look.” Batman points to the bottom of the lift, and shows Harvey a small pad that takes up the entire floor of the elevator. “Pressure pads.” “Well there sure ain’t any stairs, Detective…” Harvey tips his hat down, over his eyes, and sighs. “What ideas you got then, mister?” He turns to look at the Dark Knight, but he’s not there… “Bats?!” He catches a flutter of cape inside the lift and stumbles back, half-expecting the entire shaft to erupt in fire and smoke. “Did he… Fly?” The entire elevator shudders and moves down so that the top of the lift is level with the first floor. Batman stands atop it, holding onto the large cable that pulls the small metal box up and down. “Now you can say it, Bullock.” “Going up?”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:53:04 GMT -5
Edward Nigma smiles to himself and taps his foot against the floor, as his two bodyguards stand beside him, waiting patiently. “What’s happening Query? Echo?”
“What you’ve planned, Eddie.”
“I don’t… What?” He looks up, his eyes wide and innocent, confused at what is occurring around him.
Echo looks at Query, and leans in to her, whispering into her ear. “He’s getting worse.”
Query nods at the statement, looks down at Eddie, and pats his shoulder. “Don’t you worry about anything, Eddie. It’ll all be done soon.”
Nigma nods slowly and smiles. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“Relaxation.” Query moves her hand through Eddie’s hair and kisses him on the forehead. The doors burst open.
“It’s time.”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:53:53 GMT -5
Harvey and Batman stand atop the lift. The masked vigilante grabs the large officer around the waist and smiles slightly. “Don’t get any ideas.” Harvey opens his mouth to protest when his soggy cigar falls from his lips and Batman’s eyes widen. “Great-” He fires off a grapnel that shoots high into the elevator shaft, and the duo fly up, as flames and metal race up to catch them. Bullock notes the pain and tension on Batman’s face, as they are both yanked forward, onto another floor high about the reception area. Bullock rolls to one side, then springs up, gun drawn, ready for a fight. Batman leans against the wall, pressing his outstretched fingers against the plaster and metal. “I’m detecting vibrations. Movement.”
“Employees?” Bullock raises his gun, still ready, slightly tense, finger around the trigger.
Batman rises up his free hand in silence. “No. Heavy… vibrations, servos… Whirring… ” His eyes open wide, and he pushes Harvey back, just as a large metallic fist crashes through the wall. Rubble pours everywhere, as dust and plaster shower the area. A massive metal thing steps through the hole, fists raised.
“Holy…” Harvey raises his gun and discharges four shots, only to see the bullets ricochet off, and embed themselves in the opposite wall .
The device turns. It seems to be a large robot with long hydraulic arms… Below its right hand, something resembling a cannon begins to whiz around.
“Gun!” Harvey dives around the corner of the office floor, as bullets shoot past his head, nearly hitting him.
Batman is up already. With two batarangs in his hands, he jumps atop the monstrosity, digging the metal blades into the mechanism of the robot. “Harvey, you alright?” As he utters these words he’ is thrown over the robot, and showered by a flurry of bullets that catch his cape and graze his arm. Still, he reaches Harvey in time, and they both take cover. “Damn. That’s top of the line Luthor Corp equipment. Digging mechanism used for high pressure mining…” Batman shakes his head. “And the only way forward now is the stairwell, behind that thing…” He clenches his fist. “It has some weak points, the links between arm and body, for example, but Luthor reinforces his weak points…”
“What do we do…?” Harvey looks over to the vigilante. “And how the hell do you know so much about Luthor Corp equipment?” “No questions. Just…” Batman dives out of the corner and rolls to the side, throwing a batarang with expert precision at the arm link. The metal blade strikes its mark, digs itself into the body and then the machine falls silent. “Just… actions.”
“What did you do…” Harvey inches out of cover and looks over at his partner.
“Absolutely nothing that would-” A blast of fire engulfs the dark knight and he stumbles back into the partition between the offices.
Harvey draws his weapon and runs straight for the distracted machine, then leaps on its arm, discharging his weapon directly inside the gauntlet where the flamethrower lies. The fire splutters out and stops, and Harvey slams the barrel of his gun into the crack the batarang had formed. He fires off his weapon once more, and the device goes wild for a moment, its arms flying everywhere, as it tries to dislodge its attacker, but it slowly winds down, and collapses to the floor. A small pod opens out of the main chassis. “God damn!” he watches as a man in a security uniform pulls himself out of the device, blood gushing from a nasty bullet wound to the arm.
“Argh… Bastards! Trespassing!” Bullock looks on in amazement.
“Trespassing?! You… You’re a security guard? IN AN ARMOURED SUIT!?” Harvey shakes his head. “WHAT ARE YOU, DENSE?! ARE YOU RETARDED OR SOMETHING? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?” He slaps the man in the head and picks him up. “I’m Detective Bullock from the GCPD. That… That pile of ash is Batman. This entire building is booby trapped to hell and you tell us we’re trespassing?!” He shakes his head once more, fists clenched in rage. “How the hell did you get up here if this place has pressure pads and sensors beyond anything I’ve seen before?”
“Elevator from the parking lot… I’m on this floor… There are others scattered near the stairwells…”
“Dammit man, you just burst through a wall, in an armoured suit, in a place you’re supposed to be guarding… What is this building supposed to be then?”
“Bullock. They were hired to keep people out this very day, weren’t you Spike?”
Harvey spins around to see Batman, smouldering still from the flames, his cape burnt and blistered, chunks missing and the ends smoking. “Buh… Batman? Spike?”
“David ‘Spike’ Wallis. Rent-A-Con in the Gotham underworld. Last seen in Blackgate prison after the Dr. Death fiasco.” Batman whips his cape so the ash flies off, then grabs ‘Spike’. “Two years has it been, Spike? Out a bit early, why is that?”
Spike is shaking as a hand pins him against the wall, but he tries to put on a brave face. “G-Good behaviour…” Batman moves his hand over the bullet wound, smiling slightly.
“Looks painful, Spike.” He puts his thumb over the wound, and Spike begins to shake in fear. “Tell me what I want to know.”
“A’ite, a’ite! I’ll spill, just don’t hurt me anymore…” He shakes his head. “I was approached when I was out on parole, seriously, good behaviour!”
Batman nods.
“And this guy calls me up, tells me he knows about my experience…”
Harvey presses his hand over the bullet wound in anger. “Your experience in being a third rate con? And yet he trusted you with a £$%^^%&^ armoured suit?” He shakes his head. “Am I still the only one who sees a problem in this?”
“No, Harvey… No you’re not.” Batman picks up Spike and pushes him against the wall. “Who else is here? What else can we expect?”
“Ahh! I dunno! I dunno!” Batman pulls him close. The criminal’s feet dangle above the floor. “TELL ME.”
“Crap! Argh… Uh… I…” He looks at Bullock, who has reloaded his gun, and has his hand over his holster, ready and willing to do whatever it takes. “Some group… They hired these out of towners from Hub City… These goateed sons of bitches who never stop laughing… Freaks if I ever saw ‘em… That’s all I know Batman… Please… Guys… Don’t hurt me…” Batman drops the crook and grabs his arm. The man squirms at his touch. The vigilante removes a small vial from his utility belt, and presses a button. White paste sprays over the bullet wound. “In and out, Spike. You’ll be staying here till we come pick you up.” He grabs some handcuffs from the back of his belt and attaches one end to a heavy desk and the other to the man’s uninjured hand. Then he turns to Bullock.
BABOOOOOM!
The building shakes, and the two men look at each other. “Hell was that, Bats?”
“Explosions. Floors below us… Another booby trap… We’d better press on.”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:55:16 GMT -5
Chapter Four:Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings, Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams! Blinded by me, you can't see a thing, Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream- Master! Master! Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream- Master! Master! “Any idea who he’s talking about Bats? These laughing men?” Bullock and Batman creep up the stairwell, ready for anything. “‘From the Hub’ means only one thing there, Harvey. Nigma has hired the Madmen.” Bullock scratches his stubble-covered chin and looks up. “The Madmen?” “Crazed junkies with adrenaline to spare. I know of them, and I know better than for us to rush in and face them head on.” Harvey grimaces as they finally reach the next floor. “Here they come.” “Who come?” “They come.” “Who they?” “The vigilante and the dumb ass cop.” “The vigilante and the dumb ass cop who?” “Shurrup. Busy now. We got work to do.” The floor is dark, the lights shattered and the windows blocked. Batman switches to night vision, hoping to get a glimpse of the Madmen, but he gets nothing, apart from a sense of dread that creeps up from his spine and spreads throughout his body… Something isn’t right. He flicks off the lenses and before he can react, something punches him hard. He stumbles back into Bullock, and they land in the stairwell, not knowing what just hit them. “What in Hell-” Batman is struck by some sort of glass ball. As he gets up to see what it is, another one hits him, and then another. Green gas spreads over him. It’s a nerve gas of some kind, he can taste it at the back of his throat, a strong, noxious odor that clings to his airway. Before he can inhale any more, he slaps on his respirator, covers his face, and then before Harvey can feel the effects he pinches him the neck, knocks him out and covers him in his cape, to protect him from any further damage. And then… And then… The Madmen are upon him. Fingernails scratching, cloth shredding, teeth gnashing, they are upon him. He can’t move as dozens, swarm him, clawing at his skin, ripping at his grey uniform and tearing at his cowl. Batman thinks of his parents, the punches and kicks shaking memories out of his head as though it was a salt cellar. He swings an arm but is yanked back, hands held behind him, so he can do nothing save be a punching bag. He swings his body to the left , trying to shake off his enemies but to no avail, they cling to him like a bad smell. Batman tries to get to his belt but he feels it torn off by taloned fingers, he’s being taken apart by these freaks! He can’t get any space and the fetid smell of these sweaty tricksters is making the toxic gas clinging to his skin affect him worse than it should! He presses a button on his palm with his index finger, and his suit erupts with crackling electricity, a handy device in a scrape like this, but as soon as he gets one wave off of his body, another takes their place. Now, however, he has enough room to manoeuvre… He parries the first blow, his exposed flesh blistering from the gas that clings to his skin as he tenses his muscles. Behind him, wrapped in his cape, is the officer whom he unfortunately included in this terrifying ordeal. The attackers… laughing like the madmen they are, trying to take the place of their fallen comrades whose twitching bodies litter the floor below. Their bodies are covered in multicoloured body armour, which protects them from most of the effects of the noxious gas, but still, Batman fights on, his bruised knuckles once more knocking out one of the men attacking him. Parry, parry, uppercut! He needs to fight on, fight through the pain, and save Gotham City’s citizens’ lives while he still can! Parry, parry, uppercut! He goes down hard, sliding along the floor, blood pouring down the gash in his face, nearly blind, sword drawn and slammed down against his chest-
“End him!”Bang. Metal shards spray everywhere, light reflecting off the shards of sword. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bullets fly everywhere, hitting the Madmen and dropping them like flies. Harvey Bullock squeezes the trigger once more, again and again until the clip is empty and half the Madmen are down. Without missing a beat he whips out another clip, reloads, and fires repeatedly as the junkies rush him. They leap and prance, trying to get out the way of the barrage of bullets, but he keeps shooting. Their echoing laughter slowly dies out as bullets riddle the Madmen’s jerking bodies. He yanks the cape off his shoulders and looks around for more of his enemies. He had to do it. He had to save The Batman’s life. Didn’t he?
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:57:54 GMT -5
Chapter Five:Needlework the way, never you betray Life of death becoming clearer Pain monopoly, ritual misery Chop your breakfast on a mirror…
Taste me you will see, More is all you need! You're dedicated to- How I'm killing you! He watches through the lens Batman sees through, a direct live feed from the cowl to the computer on his lap. His fingers dig into his leg, terrified at what he has just witnessed. Alfred Pennyworth shudders, watching Harvey prop up the near-dead masked vigilante against a nearby wall. Alfred hurriedly pulls out a microphone from the side of the laptop, and waits. “Wake up, Bats…” Bullock slaps him across the face, and feels himself go slightly red. “Shoot… Come on, ya winged bastard…” “He’s losing a lot a blood.” Harvey spins around at the crackly voice, and then looks down at Batman. “Move away from him.” Harvey scratches his head and stumbles back, confused at the words emanating from the cowl of Batman. “Who is this?” Harvey grimaces. “Who am I talking to?” “Brother Knight.” “Holy Hell, ‘Brother Knight’… I think Batman’s dead…” Alfred knows he was right to build this security system into the cowl of his adopted son’s uniform, and he knows that his communications system is a work of genius. He runs over to the desk where he works when he is not needed by Bruce, and presses his thumb on to the forehead of a Shakespearean bust. The head pops open, splitting in two at the jaw. This was a good idea too. He presses the red button inside, and nods to himself.Data streaks through the roof of Wayne Manor, through the atmosphere, and into the orbiting satellite placed above Gotham City by Wayne Enterprises to support their broadcasting endeavours, among other things. As the information reaches the circuits of the machine, it triggers a switch and a beam of information shoots back down into Gotham City. The information wave bursts through solid concrete and glass… It hits Batman and electricity streaks across his body, his every nerve and fibre pulsating with energy, his heart once again beating as… He jerks up, eyes open, memories swimming to the forefront of his mind and then he’s back, back with a vengeance. Thank you, Alfred… I owe you my life once more…He turns to the portly cop beside him. “Harvey. We’re on the executive floor. That means the boardroom is over there.” He motions with a broken hand to an open room, and Harvey nods in understanding. “And through there is Nigma’s office. Be ready for anything.” Harvey nods again. Krshh. “What’s that?” “M’radio! I’ve had it on all this time!” The two look at each other for a while. “Then answer it.” “Oh… Yeah!” “HARV! HARV?” “Jim! Yeah, it’s Harv here, we’re at the top floor of the building.” “SWAT followed you up, but we lost contact with them five minutes in… And we’ve been hearing explosions, did they ever catch up with you?”Batman looks at Harvey, and they recall the explosion earlier. “No, bossman… They… They never did. Didn’t Essen tell you not to send anyone up?!” “Commissioner Loeb was adamant. He doesn’t especially care for our little unit, or for the Batman. So he totally disregarded the fact that we had suspicions that the entire place is booby trapped… And he sent up the SWAT team… The entire team. Damn him to hell!”“We haven’t located the hostages yet, but there was a clue on the lift… That exploded… About them being on the top of the building. So we’re there now.” “Alright, alright… We can’t do anything till the bomb squad gets here, and we figure out a way to get through the elevator shaft. You’re on your own, Bullock. Good luck.”“Luck? Ha! I’ve got Batty here with me. We can’t fail.” “Gordon out.”“Harvey, you dropped this.” Batman passes Bullock a magazine for his gun. “You don’t want to be weaponless if something big happens… Even though I don’t approve of the weapon you use.”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 21:58:29 GMT -5
Chapter Six:Come crawling faster… Obey your master! Your life burns faster… Obey your master! Master! Batman bursts through the doors of the office, to find three women inside, all tied to chairs. The women look like they haven’t slept for days. The blonde woman’s eyes light up as Batman enters, and she motions him over with her head. “It’s… Nigma’s old partner…” She says. “He came up to the building a couple of months ago, said he knew the truth about it all, said he was going to ruin him, and then he left… He wanted revenge on Eddie making something of himself… he’s going to blow up the building…” Batman cuts the ropes off the woman, and looks her in the eye. “How long have you been here?” “I… I don’t know… A couple of days… I feel like hell…” Batman nods and looks down at her thin pale wrists, then looks her in the eye. “I have to go save your boss. Get your friend free and wait here. I’ll be back.” “But what about… Brown is trying to destroy the entire building! He’ll kill us all!” The Dark Knight shakes his head. “He won’t succeed.” He turns around. Where the hell is Harvey Bullock?
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:00:31 GMT -5
The room is quiet, unearthly quiet, and the only light is a small lamp at the end of the chamber. Harvey loads his gun and walks onto the highest floor of the building, accessible only from the private elevator in Nigma’s own boardroom. There are about thirty crates, all covered by sheets of white cloth, and a loud ticking noise comes from the floor, where a question mark is spray painted down. “Who the hell…”
“You’ve finally made it! To the grand finale of surely the greatest crime committed in Gotham’s history!” A man in green and purple waves his arms around, his cane grasped surely in one hand, a timer in the other. “In my hand I have a timer that will detonate a nuclear weapon in this very building!” The man smiles wryly, pointing with his cane at the device. “The payload isn’t as destructive as some of the others that were available from The Weapon Master’s stock… but surely, this will cause a winter that will freeze the hearts of Gothamites all round!”
“What the hell are you on, idiot? You detonate a nuke… You’ll kill everyone. You, me, those two gals downstairs… Get over yourself Nigma, you ain’t got the guts…”
The man pauses for a moment, and his head slumps down his shoulders, seemingly exhausted and done. “Nigma. Nigma. EDWARD NIGMA! He’s not a real person! He’s make believe and smoke and mirrors! You were all fooled but not me… I’m always here, always knowing what has to be done… ‘Eddie’ wouldn’t have the guts, you’re quite right but I… I would.” He lifts the timer and smiles, and Harvey doesn’t dare raise his gun… “So shut the hell up pig cop.”
“Right, right, calm down then… What’s in your other hand?”
“A trigger. One death for an entire city’s lives… Would you play those odds…?”
“Why ask me? I’m not…” Harvey looks at his gun and then looks up. “I would play those odds. Yes.” The man in front of him smiles.
“Ok then.” He presses the button atop his cane and a Plexiglas divider slams down between him and Bullock. “Here’s how we play, pig.” He presses another button, and a small section of the floor separates in half, a small chair rising from the darkness. “Kill this man, and we’ll be done here. I’ll vanish, promising on my life and yours never to take part in a crime anymore. You will be the hero cop… Or will you? You’re suspected of being dirty. IA is currently searching for evidence to support the allegations. Merkel’s rolling over on you to get himself out of a predicament… You’ll be a killer Bullock. And my security cameras will show the world.”
Bullock flinches at the words. “Who’s the guy?”
“Secret.”
“Get bent then. Tell me who, and I’ll sure as hell do it.”
“I give you a chance to save lives, and you want something in return… That’s not how it works, pig cop.”
“Hhrn.” Harvey points his gun at the man, and fires off a shot. The man flies backwards out of the chair. “Done.” He puts his gun down, kicks it away, and scratches his head. “What now?”
The man in front of him smiles slightly, then laughter echoes from the chamber he resides in. He removes his green bowler, and frees his blonde hair, then yanks of the green jacket with a large question mark on the left breast. “Done my job for me.”
“And you’ve helped me do mine.”
Tock.
Tock.
Tock.
Tock.
“What is that? What’s that noise?” The man spins around, trying to figure out where the clanging noise is coming from.
Tock.
Tock.
Tock.
Tock.
He grips the cane, yanks out a thin sabre from inside the long shaft and readies himself. The shadows laugh at him as he spins around, searching, screaming, rattled by the noise that surrounds him.
“I’m here.”
“Who the… What… COME OUT! I’LL KILL US ALL! YOU, ME, EVERYONE HERE!”
“You couldn’t if you tried.”
“I have my finger on the button! I’ll kill us all!”
“You’re just a second rate man. Never the front runner. Never special.”
Click.
“’Click’? Where’s the boom, BROWN? Where’s the earth shattering, city decimating BOOM?”
“I… Uh… What did you do, WHAT?!”
“It seems that you’ve been screwed over. And now that you’re disarmed and alone…”
Arthur Brown feels his body twitch and shudder, fear overwhelming him… Why can’t he see his attacker?
“Time we meet.”
Darkness engulfs Arthur Brown, and he starts to scream.
Harvey Bullock turns away from the shrieks and looks at the body of the man he just shot. His eyes narrow. No blood. He frowns slightly, arches his eyebrow and picks him up, the mans eyes darting every which way. “Bloody hell… Nigma?” He yanks off the gag covering the man’s mouth, and then looks up at Batman, who stands above Arthur Brown, a triumphant smile on his face. He looks down on Nigma, who smiles slightly. “What happened here, Ed?”
“Arthur… Arthur Brown was trying to frame me for these attacks! He was attacking my future employees, using them to cover his true crime…” Eddie slows himself down, and looks up at Harvey. “He placed a hypnotic suggestion into their heads, to induce them to flood to this building… And, once he had them under his control, it was a simple task for him to tie them up and place them where no one would look…”
“And that is?”
“Here! This room!” He motions to the covered crates surrounding them, and Harvey sees them move, people breathing beneath the sheets.
“Damn!” Harvey smiles and runs over to them, pulling off the sheets, to reveal people tied to chairs. There are question mark scars on their bare necks. “DAMN!” He laughs to himself. “Nigma, what was the trigger then?
What triggered them to all come here?”
“What else, officer? A riddle.”
“Bloody hell… One thing though… How the hell are you still alive? I shot you square in the chest…”
“Uh…” Nigma blushes slightly at the words.
“Check your magazine.” Harvey turns at Batman’s voice, and then takes out the clip from his pistol.
“What the… Huh. Rubber bullets.”
“I’m not going to give you back a loaded magazine, am I Bullock?”
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:01:32 GMT -5
Chapter Seven:Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings, Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams! Blinded by me, you can't see a thing, Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream- Master! Master! Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream- Master! Master! Arthur Brown is taken away in a straight jacket, drooling and twitching, driven insane by his own inadequacies and lack of strength. The image of a big black bat swooping down and engulfing him doesn’t help either. James Gordon stands in an alleyway, and talks to the shadows. Harvey Bullock’s comrades have proclaimed him a hero, and the Batman isn’t saying otherwise. “What happened here, then?” “Arthur Brown was the attacker. He drugged the men and women so that when he sent a riddle to their homes they’d come here. Quite clever actually… But there’s one thing… No… Two things that are getting at me.” “And those are?” “He’s no villain. He’s just a man with a grudge… He couldn’t do this himself… And he needed help. He mentioned The Weapon Master… He thought he had a nuclear weapon… It’s all insane, even more so than what we’ve seen already in this city.” “Hmm. Well maybe this is where it all changes then… Organised crime being driven out of the city and being replaced by costumed crime. Insanity reigns and all that, eh?” Gordon smiles. “You could be right, Captain.” “What was the second thing?” Batman turns slightly. “The women in Nigma’s office. One said they’d been tied up for days… Yet their wrists… Untouched. Nary a mark on them.” Gordon shakes his head. “Hmm. I’ll look into it Batman… Damn, here comes Loeb. I’ll talk to you later.” Batman fires a line into the sky, and then vanishes into the fading darkness of the night.
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:02:26 GMT -5
Epilogue One:“The Riddler and the Clue Master… One and the same person. What use is a riddle if there are no clues?” He sits in the large chair in his new office overlooking Gotham. His fingers rest against each other as he thinks silently to himself. This Batman… He could have ruined it all. Could have destroyed everything he was working toward . His friends, his Society comrades, they were relying on him to get a certain job done in this city, and if that man, if that Dark Knight had come any closer to the truth, it would have fallen apart immediately. He scratches his head, just above the site of his tumour , and smiles slightly, as he thinks of how easy it is to feign insanity and to trick an old acquaintance into becoming a master criminal. He picks up the phone, remembering a name from his time in hiding. A drinking buddy one might say. The call is encrypted, sent through five dummy receivers and left at a secret location only one man knows. He dials the number, and a hissing noise pierces his ear as someone picks up. There’s the sound of laughter, eerie laughter and then an awkward silence. Nigma feels his hands shake, as he slowly speaks. “Hood… It’s Eddie… I might have a job for you… In Gotham…” The laughter begins once more, louder, more hysterical than before. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie… Anything for an old buddy…” The laughter continues as Eddie begins to share his plans… Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after? Master, master, you promised only lies… Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries…
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:02:56 GMT -5
Epilogue Two:
Bruce Wayne lies in bed, his wounds bandaged, painkillers finding their way through his system, as he feels his injuries from the night before.
“Master Bruce, are you awake?”
“Unfortunately… What is it, Alfred?” Bruce pushes himself up in bed, wincing as a twinge of pain travels down his left arm.
“While you were asleep, an old acquaintance arrived at the manor.” Alfred smiles slightly, and Bruce’s brow furrows.
“A Miss Julie Madison, sir… An old acquaintance, to be sure, Master Bruce.”
“Julie… From…” Bruce feels a smile rise up inside of him, remembering this girl… This woman from his childhood. “Julie. What was she doing in Gotham, Alfred?” “I’m afraid she was just in our fair city for the night, sir… But she certainly was disappointed that you were busy on holiday in the Alps…” Bruce tenses his fist for a moment, disappointed in himself. His mission… must remain paramount. Still… Memories flood to him, memories of his childhood, before the event that stole his parents from him… Julie.
Awful shame they didn’t get to meet again.
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:05:41 GMT -5
Epilogue Three:
HB: You’re information was correct. He was on the top floor… The only complication was the Bat.
Harvey looks up at the screen at what he had typed.
KF: Everything has to start somewhere, be it now, in six years or in ten. Everything has to start somewhere, and here is were we begin.
HB: I have the hair sample and the blood sample.
KF: Will you be sending it along?
HB: No way in hell, KF. You aren’t getting this information. These men and women you believe to be threats to mankind’s existence? They’re heroes. You’re just paranoid.
KF: What? You want to entrust the world to people who guard their little cities because of their good will? What happens when they decide that their good will means they should kill every man, woman and child they can set their eyes on? Some of these people can shoot fire from their eyes and exhale ice. Some can deflect bullets with their wrists. It’s not paranoia, it’s common sense. So I guess this is your official resignation?
HB: Obviously. Stay out of my life, KF. We always said that when we parted ways, we’d leave each to our own.
KF: I’ll be seeing you, HB. It’s been a pleasure.
Harvey Bullock logs off the computer and looks at the blood sample he acquired while Batman was unconscious. He places the lock of hair and the blood into a small box and places it in his fridge.
“Harvey, come to bed…” Harvey smiles at the words, and turns to where the voice emanated from.
“Coming honey…”
The Beginning of the End...
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Post by Admin on Jan 31, 2006 22:06:09 GMT -5
Join us next month for a new storyline and a new writer!
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Post by mockingbird on Jul 28, 2011 11:01:14 GMT -5
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