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Love In Gotham	By : batsy1 Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 3322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman. This was written for fun and no profit was made.

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There are a lot of thing that are important for a superhero. For Superman, it is his super strength among other things. For Black Canary, it is her sonic voice. For the Flash, it is his super speed. For Batman, it is gadgets and his brains. For the vast majority of superheros, the most important thing is their secret identity. If the world found out who they really were, everybody associated with them would be in danger. That is why Bruce Wayne had a frown on his face at the moment. Porter Richards had just come to his hotel door announcing that he knew that Bruce was Batman. The big problem with that was Porter was married to the former Summer Gleeson, a reporter. Bruce let the couple in so he could assess the damage.
When Porter came into the room followed by his wife after Alfred unlocked the door, he looked around the room. He noticed that this room was clearly bigger than the one he was staying in. There was a big computer sitting on a black desk with the most comfortable of chairs in front of it. Porter had never seen a computer with so many bells and whistles on it. Porter could also tell that Bruce was in the middle of breakfast since one table with fancy white tablecloth had an variety of fancy foods on it.
"Have you had breakfast?" Bruce Wayne asked just to be neighborly.
"We were going to get something after we finished here," Porter refused.
"There is more than enough," Bruce insisted as he motioned to the table.
"Thank you," Porter accepted as he sat at the opposite side of the table with his wife.
"What is this?" Porter wondered while motioning towards a food he hadn't seen before.
"That is quiche," Alfred helpfully replied.
"I guess I'll try that," Porter declared as he collected a slice on his plate.
"Don't you know what people say about real men eating that stuff?" Summer needled while eating an English muffin.
"Oh, who cares?" Porter snorted to get a laugh out of the redhead.
"What can I do for you?" Bruce grumbled to indicate he was in no mood for fun.
"I would like you to keep your um... friends away us," Porter insisted. "I am not cut out for your kind of work."
"I am doing my best," Bruce answered.
"How did they get here?" Porter probed.
"The Joker stole Rupert Thorne's private jet," Bruce put in.
"So, Mr. Happy stole Jabba's jet," Porter grumbled.
"Jabba who?" Alfred butted in.
"It's a Star Wars reference," Bruce explained. "Jabba runs the mob on Tatooine the way Rupert runs it in Gotham."
"If Rupert gained twenty more pounds, he could be Jabba," Porter snidely declared to get another laugh from his wife.
There was not much more conversation after that do to Bruce Wayne's mood. After Porter,finished his breakfast, he decided to leave.
"Thank you for breakfast, Mr. Wayne," Porter acknowledged as he got up from his chair. "I promise we will not cause trouble for you."
"How did you find out?" Bruce had to know.
"You might want to be a little more careful about divulging your relationship with 'Poor Harvey' when you are wearing your special outfit," Porter advised.
"Oh," Bruce sighed.
"Why don't you wait for me in the hall, honey?" Summer ordered. "I want to talk to Bruce alone."
Porter had gotten to the door and was about to leave, but he could not avoid commenting about the butler.
"Your butler is a very good actor," Porter needled.
"My dear fellow, I have no idea what you are talking about," Alfred countered.
"I come here to reveal that I know your master's secret identity and you hardly bat an eyelash," Porter explained.
"Alfred is the best," Bruce complimented just as Porter left the room.
"Summer, I hope..." Bruce cautioned.
"Relax, Bruce," Summer interrupted. "I am not here as a reporter. I am here as a worried wife."
"What do you mean?" Bruce asked as his facial expression softened a little.
"You did not see the scars your friend Harvey left on Porter," Summer whined. "I don't know what will happen to my husband if he has to go through something like this again."
"I'll do everything I can," Bruce promised.
"I hope so!" Summer exclaimed as she left to rejoin Porter.
The lovebirds were going to go back to a hotel room when they noticed a park with several street vendors. Porter and Summer had to wait a few seconds to cross the street since the light was red. The couple stayed together for an hour while displaying various signs of affection such as kissing and holding hands. That changed when different things caught their eyes. Summer left to look at clothes and a table of DVD's caught Porter's eye. When Porter had gotten distracted, the person running the small booth reached under his table.
"May I interest you in the first season of Mary Tyler Moore?" the vendor asked.
"Yes, I..." Porter happily responded to look up to see that the vendor was instead pointing a small gun with hardly any barrel at him.
"What..." Porter gasped as the evil vendor fired gas into his face to cause screams from several of the shoppers.
Porter sank to his knees while coughing and fighting a dizzy spell. When his vision had cleared, the hero was about the confront the attacker when he heard the worst screeching sound coming towards him. Porter turned around to see the ugliest kind of monster approaching him. It had black fangs, red fur and pointed ears. The monster was over a foot taller than Porter and caused the most fear for him that he had ever experienced. Porter quickly turned around and ran way from the monster. Unfortunately, the monster was only his wife Summer.
"Porter, what's wrong?" Summer called out in a voice that Porter heard as evil screeches. "Why are you running from me?"
Summer quickly got her answer when she approached the table of the evil vendor who had just taken of his mask to reveal the face of the Scarecrow who was laughing maniacally at her. Summer tipped over the table as she ran by to distract the villain with flying DVDs. She knew that her husband more of an athlete than she was, but Summer knew that she had to catch Porter because he was about to run into traffic to get away from her. She increased her speed even though she was getting a stitch in her side and grabbed her husband just as he was about to run in front of a semi.
"Porter, snap out of it!" Summer hollered. "It's me!"
At first, Porter was afraid that the monster was going to eat him, but a warm feeling started spreading through his body. The monster moved its mouth closer to his and then his vision went blurry for a second. When Porter's vision cleared up, he saw that his beautiful wife was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss for a second when he heard several screams. The husband looked up to see the Scarecrow approaching from a distance with his deadly scythe. Porter got in front of Summer and started approaching the villain with a snarl on his face.
"Let's just run!" Summer insisted.
"He won't let us leave," Porter objected as he rolled up his sleeves.
Porter knew he didn't have much of a chance to take down the villain as long as he was holding his weapon so the hero made a plan to get rid of it. Halfway between hero and villain was a manhole cover that was sticking up a little on the Scarecrow's side. Porter knew that he couldn't let Professor Crane notice it so he gave him his best stare.
"How did you get free?" the Scarecrow snarled.
"Your gas didn't blot out tactile senses!" Porter explained.
"I can't afford decent chemicals what with Batman... WAH!" the Scarecrow howled as he fell and dropped his scythe in front of him.
The Scarecrow was about to pick up his precious weapon when he found Porter's foot on top of him. The Scarecrow looked up at the man with glasses and saw rage that blinded him with fear. Porter picked up the bad guy by the scruff of his costume and slammed him against the wall of the building with Summer right behind him.
"I've got some questions for you!" Porter snapped with the villain pinned to the wall.
"I've got nothing to say to you!" the Scarecrow argued.
"Oh, no?" Porter barked as he ripped off the right side of the Scarecrow's mask who now had part of his real face showing. "How about now, Professor?"
"I'll talk!" the Scarecrow shrieked.
"Porter, what are you doing?" Summer protested in shock.
Before Porter could ask his first question, a familiar shadowy figure emerged from the crowd.
"I'll take him," Batman offered.
"I'm not finished with him yet!" Porter snapped to cause Batman to patiently lean against a lamppost.
The bad guy looked at Batman as if asking for help.
"You're not talking to him!" Porter snapped. "You're talking to me! Why have you idiots been picking on me?"
"It was mostly the Joker's idea," Scarecrow choked out. "We went along with it to get a vacation from Batman."
"Who's going to take a shot at me next?" Porter demanded.
"I don't know," the bad guy pleaded with a tear falling down his face. "We drew cards to determine the order and we were told not to look at our card until we were alone."
Porter decided that there was no more useful information he could get from the crook since Joker was playing his cards close to his chest. While he was questioning the bad guy, he thought he saw movement on top the building across the street. However, when he looked there was nothing. He then decided that the honeymoon should come to an abrupt end.
"I can't protect you here, Summer," Porter sighed. "We're going home."
"I wouldn't do that," Scarecrow warned.
"Why not?" Porter sneered.
"Joker wanted me to give you this if you captured me," Scarecrow replied as he handed a cassette recorder with a message from the head crazy to the hero.
"Aren't these games fun, Porter Richards? I know that I'm having fun. I've been waiting a year for a chance like this now that you can play with higher stakes. You might say that you're my hobby. HAHAHA! Anyway, you are probably thinking of leaving the playing field early. I would think differently if I were you. I know where your parents live and I know where your lovely wife's parents live. You had better be a good sport if you don't want four parents with permanent smiles on there faces."
"MOMMY! DADDY!" Summer cried as if she was five years old.
Porter's face started to shake with blind rage. He then screamed and then proceeded to knock the stuffing out of the Scarecrow with rapid punches.
"HELP ME, BATMAN!" Scarecrow shrieked.
"No, Porter!" Summer commanded as she grabbed one of his fists.
"If I catch you near my family again, I will teach you what fear really is!" Porter threatened.
"You'll never see me again!" Scarecrow promised.
"Take the bad man away!" Porter snorted while shoving the crook towards Batman. "He scares me!"
"He's crazy!" Scarecrow whined to Batman as Batman was taking him away.
"Yeah, yeah!" Batman snorted.
Summer looked at Porter with new worry. When Batman was out of sight with the villain, she risked the question that had been heavy on her mind for a while.
"Porter, would it be okay if I made an appointment for us to see a psychologist when we get home?"
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