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Batman: Downfall	By : Driftwood Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 19223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Nine
The Bat Cave,
Bruce had told Barbara to get some sleep and Alfred had told Bruce to do the same thing…but Bruce had decided on a different course of action. His talk a little while ago with Klaus had enlightened him and filled him with sick dread at what was to come if the Batman were to truly finish this madness. The talk had left him exhausted and Bruce had slipped into a disturbed sleep in front of the large computer terminal.
In Bruce’s fractured mind reality and dream entwined and mixed, he watched his parents shot, slow motion and vivid in colour. His childish breath fogging in the cold air as his parents last breath did the same expelling from cold lips and stretching in a billowing cloud towards the sky, twisting and turning taking on forms as they went. The mad face of Joker peered through the fog, laughing at the now teenaged Bruce Wayne, now the penguin was there, a smug smile on his fat cheeks as the fog drifted higher and expanded.
Poison Ivy leered forth, first her face then her body breaking free of the main fog, drifting downwards and wrapping herself around the now adult Bruce Wayne, her ghost hands found his arms, his chest, his cock, her lips planting ice cold kisses on his cheeks and lips. Ivy began to hum a soft melody ‘Dream a little dream of me,’ as her kisses rained down, now Ivy was gone and Harley Quinn was before him, her hands everywhere finding pockets of flesh and muscle to tease with her kisses as she moved up and down his naked body.
“Come get me lover boy,” Harley said, but it was not her voice, she spoke again and her hair turned from blonde to red, her lips thinning out as Barbara Gordon came forward. “Come fuck me,” Barbara purred, her lips parted as she leaned in for a deep kiss and Bruce recoiled in horror. Barbara’s teeth were gone, replaced with long sharp needles that dripped a vicious looking liquid. Barbara’s grip was impossible to break. Bruce felt the cold, dead lips on his and cried out as she bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Bruce started in his chair a cold cup of coffee went flying as his arms flew out pushing away the dream assailant. He looked around the gloomy Bat cave and found himself alone. He rubbed at his eyes and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He blinked to clear his vision and took deep shuddering breaths to calm a heart that pounded in his chest. He focused on the screen before him a quick check showed him Klaus Canon asleep on his cot, Oracle was working away by itself monitoring outgoing calls as well as internal and external emails from Gotham General. If what Klaus had made really did work then Bruce would know about it almost instantaneously. Bruce checked the time next it was a little before dawn and he calculated that he had slept for atleast six hours though he felt more drained now than before.
Bruce lingered in the shower, letting the hot water work his aching and tired muscles, he closed his eyes and willed the water to take his doubts and dreams from him but they clung on with determination, what was coming, what was inevitable could no longer be avoided but when Batman next flew from the cave the game would be played by his terms, Bruce smiled grimly at this piece of information.

Alfred met him at the terminal a look of happiness on his face, “It worked.” Bruce said more of a statement than a question. He threw his towel to one side and walked a little quicker to the terminal.
“There was a pager message that went out about twenty minutes ago then the text messages went crazy.” Alfred punched a few buttons and chose the messages that summed up what was happening the best.
Bruce speed read them, doctors and nurses who were on the floor had quickly passed the news on to friends within the hospital, who in turn could not hold back and had started to text their own friends as well as news networks and newspapers. ‘Calming down…coherent behaviour…reduced swelling…coma?’ Bruce’s stomach flipped at the last part though he knew the information he was seeing was third even forth hand and that the truth was buried in there somewhere.
“About five minutes ago a main call went out to all heads of the hospital, the CT boys have been called back in too,” Alfred watched the screens as he spoke, Oracle was starting to open more windows, news channels popping up one on top of the other as the story broke, “now the whole world knows.”
“Carlos is long gone then,” It was a bitter pill to swallow, Bruce had hoped to come face to face with the man one more time as Batman and make him pay. Instead Bruce Wayne would now have to face Carlos and Axis in halls of power and destroy the whole company. “Batch Thirty five has failed, he no longer has Klaus.”
“Sir,” Alfred said looking at a smaller monitor, “according to this, his plane is still at the airport. Perhaps he is still in town?” Alfred said optimistically. Bruce was surprised by the news; perhaps Batman would still have a chance. But he would have to move quickly now, the players would be trying to clean up and shut up shop. Alfred could see Bruce’s mind working away, planning a strategy, which was all well and good for Batman but for Bruce Wayne it was not what he needed right now, “Sir may I suggest you go to the hospital and see Selina?”
The name was like an ice cube down his back it broke his thoughts and made him gasp. Through all this he had held off seeing Selina at the hospital, partly he did not want to see her that way and partly his level head had told him seeing Selina would not help her, but doing something about it would. He had done something, he had saved her life and now he was finding more ways to avoid her.
It was not the guilt of Harley Quinn that was holding him back, Barbara on the other hand? He had admitted his own feelings for her to himself before she had left for University all those years ago. He had moved on since, almost forgotten about her until their meeting at the restaurant had reminded him. Then the other night on the rooftop, it was all too easy to say it was whatever was controlling him at work, but that was not the total truth he had wanted it to happen too and he could see it in her eyes as she kissed him and slipped him inside her that she had wanted it too.
Selina Kyle would see it on his face hear it in his voice that he was hiding something from her. Bruce did not want to break her heart again, when his own was so conflicted. But if he did not go then she would know for certain something was wrong. “Can you get the car ready Alfred,”
Alfred could not hide his smile, “with pleasure sir,” he turned and headed to the lift with a jaunty walk, he stopped and turned, “by the way sir, perhaps a call to Barbara to let her know the good news.” Bruce nodded and grabbed his phone.

Gotham General,
The sight of Bruce Wayne stepping out of his town car sent the gathered masses of newspaper and News Channel reporters into a frenzy, the questions flew thick and fast and Bruce replied to them all with a business like smile and a curt nod as he pushed through the mob into the hospital.
Once inside the hospital he collared an orderly who quickly pointed him to the on duty doctor. Henry Greenwood was past retirement age but clung on to his role at Gotham General it was either this or spend his time alone down in Florida, getting older and fatter. “Doctor Greenwood,” Bruce called out.
Henry wrote two more names on a white board and sighed, no doubt another reporter had snuck through the front doors. He forced the top onto the marker and slammed it down before turning with fury to the approaching man, “You leeches just do not know when to quit,” he spat out then stopped himself and stared with surprise at the man in the expensive business suit. “Bruce Wayne?” he stammered then let out a good natured laugh extending a warm hand that was gratefully received, “Sorry about the leech comment, since the news broke those reporters have been trying anything to get in here and upstairs.”
“Well there not the only ones,” Bruce replied and the good doctor’s friendly smile dropped a little, “I have a friend up there that I was hoping to see.”
“Bruce the rules state family only up on five. Did you hear about the reporter trying to steal the files a couple of days back, trust me the cops will not let you near anyone.” Greenwood could see the disappointment on the man’s face and felt a pang of guilt. Bruce Wayne and Wayne enterprises had done so much for the hospital in the past without even asking for anything in return, “Look I can get you up there, maybe. But,” Henry leaned in, “How much do you know?” Some of the families of the patients had seen first-hand the night the patients had totally lost it. Henry doubted any of them would have spoken out at what they had seen.
“Not much,” Bruce lied, “I was at the fund raiser and went to get drinks when the attack happened. She was brought here and kept in isolation.” He knew it all though, something like a mass violent orgy is something that would slip out and the police report of that night was graphic in its statements and Bruce knew it was a no holds barred account.
Henry knew when he was being lied to. You did not reach seventy years old and work in Gotham general without being lied to about stab wounds, bullet wounds and phantom pains. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me how you know,” Bruce looked away guiltily, “But atleast you know what to expect. Follow me,” Henry and Bruce walked down to the row of lifts, only one lift now allowed access to the fifth floor.
One police officer was stationed at the lift door and he stood up straight as the two men approached and slipped his computer tablet off the chair next to him. “Good morning Gentleman how can I help you?” The officer asked politely.
Henry showed the officer his ID badge and waited patiently as the young man ran his name through the system he gave the doctor the all clear then turned to Bruce, “Bruce Wayne I have a friend up on the fifth floor.”
The officer frowned as he scanned his list, “Sorry sir, but there are no Wayne’s currently upstairs maybe another name is it your wife?”
“Jimmy, this is Bruce Wayne, The Bruce Wayne,” Henry interjected. The officer looked at both men bemused and shrugged, “If it was not for Wayne Enterprises your little boy would not have received the care and attention he so desperately needed in this fine hospital.”
Bruce and Henry watched the officer’s internal conflict, the name had finally rang a bell and Henry’s guilt trip had certainly shaken poor Jimmy up. Finally Jimmy nodded and tapped a series of entries into his tablet, “what’s the patient’s name?” he asked without looking up, Bruce gave the name of Samantha Kinkalow. “Okay you are on the list, the only one for her in fact, but doc,” The young man looked up, “I put your name next to his too okay?” the warning was loud and clear, if anything happened Henry Greenwood would be held accountable.
The lift doors opened and both men stepped in just as a young nursed ran up, “Doctor we have a young lady coming in, five minutes out.” She said breathlessly.
“Well this looks like where we part ways for the time being Bruce,” Henry said and they both shook hands. Bruce hit the fifth floor button and waited for the doors to close, “Tell me the situation?” Henry said as he and the nurse started to walk away.
“Trauma and rape, the drivers said it’s a lady called Barbara Gordon, you heard of her?” the nurse said and Bruce gasped loudly as the lift doors closed.
Henry shook his head, “Barbara Gordon, cannot say that I know her to be honest,”
“You should do, her dads the police commissioner,” the nurse replied.
Henry stumbled to a stop, his face paled. “God lord, I helped treat her mother years ago! Wait, Jim Gordon is up on five isn’t he?” He asked and the nurse nodded. Henry could not understand such a horrible fate for anyone in that family yet all three had fallen to something rotten and twisted. “Poor family,” he sighed before finding his feet again and continued on his way with more determination.

Bruce had yelled at the elevator doors as he was sped to the fifth floor, the doors had hardly parted before he was smashing the button to take him back down. The Police officer’s had turned as the doors opened alarmed at seeing the man in obvious distress, they attempted to calm him down but the doors swiftly closed and carried him back down.
Jimmy was waiting for him as he came out, the cops upstairs radioing down the situation and making Jimmy regret ever putting Bruce Wayne’s name on the list. Bruce stormed out of the lift ignoring the young officer’s calls and rushed down the curtain lined corridor towards the Emergency room.
The sick and injured were in various states of sitting and slumping in the waiting room as Bruce barged in, he saw Henry Greenwood at the sliding double doors and went to call to the man but the words stuck as the double doors slid open and a gurney was wheeled in by two tired looking men. It was the sight of her red hair that made the bile rise in Bruce’s stomach, he clung to a wall for support as one of the men reeled off injuries to Henry as they pushed the gurney through the waiting room and out of sight.
Bruce followed behind unhindered, “…Punctured lung on the right side and fractures to both legs and left eye socket…” one man reeled off as the gurney was pushed into one of the ER rooms, the doors swinging shut behind them.
Bruce went to go in but a nurse stopped him, “That’s a closed room sir,” she said sternly holding Bruce back with remarkable strength.
“I know her,” Bruce said numbly.
The nurse looked over her shoulder into the room, “she’s in the best hands right now and there is nothing you can do for her.” She said sympathetically.

Bruce stayed close to the room, he peered in from time to time as the doctors and nurses went about their business, he turned away and gave Barbara some privacy when a nurse walked in with the rape kit. A detective found Bruce and grilled him for half an hour on his relationship to Barbara Gordon and his whereabouts last night. Bruce gave him the answers as best he could as well as mentioning his phone conversation in the morning with her and that nothing had sounded untoward.
“I have a team in there at the moment, looks like the window was forced open. Whoever did this we will find them Mister Wayne you can count on that!” The detective said grimly and wandered off waiting for Henry Greenwood to appear.
It was into the afternoon before Bruce was given clearance to see Barbara. The detective had spent over an hour speaking to her in an isolated room. Bruce could see it was hard going, Barbara drifting in and out of consciousness or breaking down as she recalled what had happened to her.
Barbara looked away as Bruce entered the room, he could hear her sniffing and she wiped tears away with her one good arm, the other trussed up across her bandaged chest. “Barbara I…” Bruce began but trailed off, what was there to say. He walked round to face her, and sat down. One eye was swollen shut and black with bruises, lacerations crisscrossed across her pale skin and her bottom lip was fat and swollen. “This was not your fault.”
Barbara looked up at him, “You don’t understand, this was my fault, this was our fault.” Bruce felt like he had been punched in the gut, the wind was knocked from him in the accusation. “I told the police I disturbed a gang trying to rob my apartment but that’s not the truth.”
Barbara recounted want had really happened, how she had faced Bane all alone in her apartment. How he had beaten and broken her bloody before raping her on her bed. Bruce’s jaw hurt with the force of clenching it shut, his fury was all consuming. His hands clenched and unclenched his knuckles turning white as he made fists. “It was Ivy. When she broke Klaus out of Arkham she brought him along as back up.” He stood up, pacing the room that felt suddenly far too small and far too hot.
“When I close my eyes all I can see is his mask,” Barbara said and broke down into heavy sobs.
A nurse walked in, her dark skin standing out in the stark environment, “I think you had had enough visitors for today.” The nurse said opening the morphine drip a little further and giving a dark look at Bruce Wayne.
He knelt down by Barbara and took gentle hold of one hand, “Look at me Barbara,” he said sternly and her eyes came up and held his own, “This ends tonight.”
Gotham General, Fifth floor
Jim Gordon tried to eat the dried piece of wholemeal toast that had now gone cold. He bit into it and moved it about his mouth he winced as his newly loosened teeth came together. He swallowed the barely chewed lump of bread and took a deep drink from the glass of water. He would find out later on that he was one of the last to wake up, disorientated, confused and in pain.
He was struck with absolute fear when he had opened his eyes to find himself strapped to a hospital bed. Doctors and nurses seemed apprehensive to come near him and their questions were short, his constant questioning of where he was, why he was here and what the hell was going on seemed to fall on deaf ears.
It was only after a CT scan that his restraints were removed and a middle aged, kindly looking therapist came to see him. With slow deliberation she had gone through the events of the past few days, she answered all the questions that Jim Gordon had though these became fewer and fewer as the strange tale unfolded into one of unmitigated horror.
At the end James Gordon had broken down and cried, he had not cried so much since his wife’s funeral. The therapist had sat and remained quiet throughout this episode, she was not in a rush she had already spoken to two other patients and their reactions to their shocking behaviour were all the same.    “So what now?” Gordon asked wiping at his red eyes, his apology for the tears waved off by the therapist.
“Now Mister Gordon you need to get back on the road of recovery and not just physically but mentally. The hospital has put the mentally part in my hands and the physical part, well that’s up to you.” Her smile seemed to say to Jim that everything would be okay, he took some comfort in that but his behaviour and his actions gnawed at him. “You need to rest and recuperate,”
The therapist’s eyebrows arched at the sudden bark of a laugh the escaped Jim Gordon, “You are kidding right,” he shook his head even though it made his brain hurt.
“They told me you would respond that way,” she said in a dead pan tone. They both smiled and laughed, “I would say Commissioner Gordon is responding well to treatment.” The therapist closed her note book, just as a nurse walked in with more syringes for blood work and a small paper cup containing pills, “I am not going to lie to you Jim, you have got a very difficult road ahead of you, a lot of sleepless nights and a lot more soul searching before you can even start to put what happened to you in the past.” She slipped out a card and put it on his bedside, “You have an appointment with me next Tuesday and do not be late.”
“We need some more blood Commissioner,” the nurse said and started to tap for a vein without waiting for Gordon to give the go ahead. On the second vial to be filled she said, “They are bringing you some food around, nothing fancy just toast for now, think you can manage it?”
Jim nodded, his bushy eyebrows knitted together as he tried to plunge the depths of what had happened to him. Once at college he had gotten blindly drunk, woken up across two state lines behind a rundown bar, his memory blank. As time went on he kept getting brief flashes of the night before, it had been difficult to know what was delirium and what was true. It was happening again now…he could see a fountain, an odd mist then a terrible flash of someone’s head being smashed against the floor, Jim’s hand on the back of the head. Another skip and he was between a woman’s leg’s both her and Jim covered in blood having sex. He felt unsettled and rubbed his temples to shake loose the memories true or false.
The nurse finished up and asked if he needed anything else, “No not right now,” came his response as she began to leave the room a thought came to him, something fresh and clean and it made him feel light, “Can someone contact my daughter for me,” The nurse nodded with a smile, she left the room quickly her false smile dropping and her face filled with worry.

Even in Jim Gordon’s weakened state it had taken two police officers to hold him back, he had staggered from his room, when, finally someone had relinquished knowledge of his daughter. He had sent one doctor to the ground with a clumsy punch that almost sent Gordon ass backwards to the ground too. You could see on everyone’s face that they thought the cure had only a limited time of effectiveness; they fled and called in back up. The officers had managed to corner Gordon and get on either side of him it was only his calls and pleas to see his daughter that had finally sunk in to the on call doctor that this was not a relapse. “Sir, you cannot leave this ward you need to be monitored…”
“Do you know who I am?” Jim spat trying to break free of the officers who held him, “Do you know what I can do to you? I will send you to the deepest, darkest cell in black gate if you do not let me see my daughter.” Even the officers seemed worried at this statement and the fact that he could mean both of them as well added an extra amount of tension to the situation.
The doctor held up his hands, “Okay, calm down. Five minutes okay, and then back up here.”
Henry Greenwood met Jim outside of Barbara’s room the two of them went way back. Henry had pulled a bullet from Jim’s thigh when he was a beat cop and they had run into one another ever since. Jim was still in his hospital dressing gown and his face was drawn and haggard, making him look nearer one hundred years old “You can go in if you like?” Henry said.
Jim shook his head, “She’s sleeping,” he rubbed the heel of one hand at his eyes fighting back the tears.
“She said she had disturbed a gang trying to rob her apartment,” Henry said filling the silence, “Sounds like she put up one heck of a fight too.”
“Gets that from her mother,” Jim smiled grimly and sighed loudly he tried to push himself up from leaning on the door but his body felt tired and used up. Henry looked the man over, his arms and legs were bruised and swollen in places his face though tired had only a set of scratch marks down one cheek.
“Look Jim we go way back and I have to tell you her story does not make much sense to me…or your boys at the GCPD,” Henry felt guilt for what he was about to say but he could not stand idly by and let someone walk free from such a disgusting crime, “well from what I can tell and looking at the bruising and what not, it was only one assailant.” Henry spoke quickly and in hush tones.
“What? why would Barb’ lie about who attacked her?” Jim asked before his cop instincts kicked in. “She’s protecting someone?” It was something he had heard a hundred times before when he was a lowly beat cop, the prostitutes and their Johns, the put upon housewife and drunk husband, the college kid and her abusive father. The story was always the same, they loved them and they promised they would change. The only change Gordon ever saw was when the woman was lying on her back in the morgue.
Henry shrugged, “Maybe. She did have a visitor, well I say visitor he was here just before she turned up…” Gordon listened to his tale it seemed absurd to think that Bruce Wayne would attack Barbara. Henry’s story was a mixed bag of different perspectives of nurse and doctors and he could imagine something getting lost in the translation, but still...
Barbara had been gunning for Bruce Wayne since she came to the city, all that talk of crime boss and tax evasion…what if she had stumbled onto something. And to keep her quiet… it was too much for his drug dulled brain to cope with, he was making massive leaps of judgment with no real evidence. “You need to sign me out Henry.”
Henry shook his head, “No can do Jim, you know that.” He started to list the reasons on his fingers, “You have just survived massive trauma to your cranium, you have a badly strained arm and leg, and your white blood cells are dangerously low. You are not going anywhere.”
Jim stood up straight, resolve on his face, “Then you are going to have to stop me.”

Wayne Manor,
Alfred walked to the front door and the incessant ringing of the doorbell. He cursed under his breath at the downright rude behaviour of whoever was constantly ringing the bell. Alfred swore under his breath as the ringing stopped only to be replaced with the heavy hammering of a fist on the thick wooden door.
“How may I help you,” Alfred spat out as he pulled one door open, his voice full of restrained anger with just enough leeching out to show his dislike in being summoned so rudely.
“I need to see Bruce Wayne,” Gordon said leaning on the doorframe hardly able to stand on his feet, the exhaustion from banging on the door taking its toll on him.
“Commissioner Gordon, I…” Alfred stammered his anger washed away with the shock of seeing the man before him.
Gordon found new strength and pushed past Alfred, who, still in a state of shock did not have chance to put up a fight. “Where is he?”

Bruce could not face the Bat cave, his fury would take him on a path that there was no returning from. Instead he had stripped to his pants and had taken to the dojo. The room was spacious and blank. The walls painted a dull white with no patterns or pictures. The windows had been removed and plastered over, the outside world and the world of the Bat did not live here. But try as he might, Bruce could not shake his fury. The fury at himself and at Ivy and Bane, he bludgeoned every Body Opponent Bag he could find. He kicked, punched and threw himself at them with gusto until he collapsed to the mat sweat dripping out of every pore.
“You look like a very angry man,” Gordon said, he had climbed the mansions grand stairwell with agonising pain in his legs, he had clung to the bannister as if his life depended on it but refused the help of Alfred when it was offered to him. When they had reached the room, Gordon could hear the noise through the door, the screams, the heavy thuds of punches landing had made his jaw clench, his broken teeth singing a new song of pain as he did so. Alfred tried to stop him but he had pushed the door open just as Bruce collapsed to the floor.
Bruce looked up with shock at the voice, “Commissioner Gordon?” Bruce exclaimed seeing the man.
“I need answers and I need the truth,” Gordon said and forced his weary legs to carry him into the room right up to Bruce Wayne. Bruce found his own aching legs and stood up he had no time to see the clenched fist come flying at him landing on his sweaty right cheek and sending him reeling backwards. He stumbled and went to one knee, “You and Barbara, tell me” Gordon’s renewed strength pushed him on, he let out a kick that Bruce easily deflected with a swipe of one muscular arm, an arm Gordon noted had fresh bruising running up the length of it. “Did Barbara do that?”
Bruce dodged the next thrown punch and felt stupid when Gordon followed through with a swipe at his gut, “Stop it Jim,” he called out as another punch flew through the air. Bruce defended each thrown punch and kick that came his way but refused to retaliate. Gordon stepped forward with his next punch losing his balance momentarily it was more than enough for Bruce, he crouched and spun his leg out and swept the commissioner off of his.
Gordon hit the ground hard, all his fight escaped with his breath as it was violently expelled from him. He tried to move but Bruce Wayne had climbed onto his stomach and planted his knees painfully onto Jim’s arms, pinning him down. “I need the truth Bruce,” he gasped out, tears running down his hot cheeks, “Tell me the truth, did you do that to Barbara?”
The look of shock was all the answer Jim Gordon needed. He could see it in Bruce’s eyes, the look of an innocent man being accused of something so horrible and also pain. Pain at what had befallen someone he cared for, “It was not me,” the words were thick with emotion as Bruce spoke them.
“Then who was it?”
Bruce hesitated, he felt responsible for the attack on Barbara, in truth Bruce felt as if he had an indirect part in the rape. Leaving her alone like that he knew full well that Carlos and Ivy would go all out to get Klaus back or atleast even the playing field once more. “I wish I knew.” He finally replied.
Bruce lifted himself off of Gordon and helped the man to his feet, “What is going on with you and Barbara? She’s been gunning for you since she arrived in town and all of a sudden you’re at her hospital bedside? That doesn’t add up Bruce.”
“It is a little complicated commissioner,” out in the open their situation was difficult to put into words that would not get Bruce arrested, “dating is perhaps one way of putting it.” It was an odd lie, but they had spent so much time together it was the only plausible one he could say.
Gordon’s brow knitted together as he tried to process this information, “Barbara has her secrets, I know that I just did not think you were one of them.” He held out a shaky hand, “I’m sorry for attacking you Bruce, it’s just…” Bruce took the offered hand and pulled the man in for a hug, he held him as Jim Gordon cried.
Between them Bruce and Alfred had gotten Gordon out of the dojo and into a well-worn leather chair in the snug library room downstairs. A Brandy had been offered and gratefully received as had a sandwich. Gordon apologised repeatedly for accusing Bruce and for the crying but all the apologies were waved off. Alfred cleared away the plate and with a grudging no Gordon dismissed another glass of Brandy, he waited for Alfred to leave the warm snug room before he spoke again, “Could your friend help?” Gordon asked in a hushed conspiratorial way.
“My friend? I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about Jim.”
“Come on Bruce,” Gordon replied and Bruce responded with a shrug of his shoulders, “Batman, that’s who.” Bruce was shaking his head as he opened his mouth to talk but Gordon cut him off before he could begin, “Do not even start to say you do not know him Bruce. Batman has money coming in from somewhere to fund his war on crime. It took me awhile to figure out that you or Wayne Enterprises are somehow linked to him and to be honest I don’t care.” Bruce sat back in his own chair and gave a curt nod. Gordon smiled, he had known it for some time but to discover he was spot on was gratifying. “He knows this town better than most, is there any way he can help find Barbara’s attacker.”
Bruce stayed silent for a moment as if he were mulling it over then said, “I will pass the message on…only, since you put a warrant on his head his life has been made considerably more taxing.”
Gordon shook his head, “Blame the damn mayor for that! He rode the issue so hard I ended giving the go ahead to shut him up.” The pieces were falling into place, Carlos controlled the Mayor and the Mayor controlled the Commissioner. Batman was a fly in the Axis ointment what better way to remove him than to push for his arrest. Bruce asked Gordon if he had heard about the mayor and Gordon nodded, “Shot at close range, his assistant is downtown right now believe it or not, claims Sebastian Garcia was crooked.”
That was indeed good news, if the assistant had access to paperwork and bank accounts then a paper trail to Axis would be found and the chemical plant would not go ahead. “I never figured him to be on the take?” And that had been the truth for a long time, Bruce had even helped fund the Mayor’s election campaign that could be a headache but no worse than the North Korea fiasco.
Gordon asked to use the phone, his own was missing along with his wallet no doubt still sitting somewhere in the hospital. Bruce waited patiently in the library for the Commissioners return, when he came back in the old Jim Gordon stood before him. “I have a press conference at seven out at GCPD, seems Mayor Garcia may have a lot more to do with what’s been going on in town they we ever realised.” Bruce stood up and walked Gordon to the front door, “Tell our friend that the warrant is being rescinded with immediate effect.” They shook hands one more time as a police car pulled up.

Gotham City Police Headquarters,
Batman had watched the live feed as he sat in Gordon’s darkened office his cowl ran the feed directly through one lens. He watched motionless as Gordon spoke of the Town Hall incident, he dismissed or down right ignored shouted questions from the press with regards anything that had to do with the inside of the hospital. The press exploded as Gordon announced an investigation into Sebastian Garcia’s murder and his own dealings. Batman looked at Gordon’s desk a hefty manila folder sat there with Batman’s own findings, it would never see the court but it would send Gordon in the right direction.
“Lastly,” Gordon said appealing for quiet from the gathered masses. He had been warned not to do the press conference, he had already passed out once while at the office and an Ambulance was waiting round the corner just in case, but Gordon had to finish what had been started. “I have a message for a friend of Gotham City,” the crowd fell quiet microphones were raised and stretched out. “In our darkest hour you came and saved myself and others with a cure that, had it not arrived would have surely meant the death of many. Batman and Batgirl the city owes you our gratitude, the warrant for the arrest of Batman is now repealed until such time that the GCPD deem him a threat to the safety of the good people Gotham.” The press pit exploded.

There were more claps than stone faces as Gordon retreated into the air conditioned coolness of the foyer of the Police headquarters. Many of the young cops mouthed well done and thank you at him for having the guts to say what the GCPD for a long time could never say, Gotham was safer with Batman than without. Those who did not clap or talk were more than likely mad at losing the chance to bag Batman and the reward that some of the crime families had issued for his legal death.
He reached his office forty five minutes after leaving the press in a cacophony of noisy madness and unanswered questions. “You really left them fuming Commissioner,” Detective George Travis said walking alongside Gordon, “Just so you know I support the whole Batman thing, but others are not going to like it.”
“It is those others I need out of this police force Travis, one way or another this police force is going to be cleaned up.” Gordon looked over at Travis, “How’s Bullock doing?”
Gordon watched the man’s cheeks redden, “He booked himself out of the hospital and no one has seen him since, just hope to God he heard your message.”
Gordon reached his office door and pushed it open, he flicked the light switch and it remained dark, Gordon said the first thing that came into his head “Could you get me a coffee Travis?”
Gordon watched Travis walk off before sliding into his office and closing the door behind him, “You hear my message?”
Gordon still got a quiet fright even after all these years watching Batman suddenly slip out of the shadows becoming a living, breathing embodiment of them. “I did and thank you.”
“No, thank you and I mean it. For now anyway, once a new mayor is sworn in you can damn well believe that they will go tooth and nail to get you off the streets again.” Gordon walked over to his desk, the dark wood now almost black in the murky darkness. The folder stood out, “What’s all this?” he asked picking it up.
“A start,”
Gordon flicked through it, names began to appear, Garcia, Constance and Axis were the most prominent. “That’s one heck of a start!”
“It will get you in the right direction, asking the right questions.” Batman gave a grim smile. He slipped a photograph onto the table next.
Gordon looked up from the folder and at the photograph, “Who’s that?” he said looking at the picture upside down.
“A friend told me about your daughter,” the next part was taking a plunge into murky waters to help someone else. Someone trying to make amends for past indiscretions he only hoped Bullock was up to the task now, “Alberto Falcone, he’s on your books for petty crimes most of his other crimes are quickly covered up, like rape for instance.” It hurt to lie to Jim Gordon but in the long run it would pay off, as long as Bullock played along and nothing went to haywire. The variables were mounting up making the risks invariably higher.
Gordon grabbed the picture and turned it around. The face was young, but the one he had seen in the hospital was not much older. “How did you find this out?” He said, when he got no reply he looked up from the picture only to find his office empty.

Rooftops of Gotham
It was time everything had led to this point. The game Ivy and Harley had started would be finished by Batman and it would be by his rules, perhaps that was some small satisfaction but it still hurt him deep down with what he was about to become. He crossed the rooftops with ease and as he went he paid no mind to the streets beneath him. The police radio was muted, even Alfred’s ever open line was now shut off he was alone.
The tall buildings began to give way, the small tenements passed beneath him and slowly the smell of the docks began to drift into his nasal passages. Batman cleared his mind, every now and then Barbara would swim to the surface and he fought hard to push her back down even though it hurt him to do so. Two shipping containers dwarfed the docks as their huge containers were off loaded, arc lights brought an artificial daytime to the workers. Batman landed on the outstretched arm of one of the container arms and without fear he walked the length of it towards the main structure. He climbed a little higher until he was at the very pinnacle of the crane.
Batman had the perfect view of the warehouses from here, he had pinpointed his destination prior to leaving the cave and now he stared intently at the dark mass, apprehension held him back, what if Cannon was wrong? What if he could not simply walk away? He swallowed the doubts and with a single step he launched himself from the crane.

Harley yawned loudly; she had been stuck in this grimy warehouse since late afternoon. Ivy had told her to get there and stay put until Batman turned up, Harley had complained but it had fallen on deaf ears as most of her complaining seemed to do with Ivy nowadays. What had worried Harley was the tone of Ivy’s voice, something had happened that would get the bat moving but more than that something terrible had happened at the arboretum, Klaus had double crossed them. Ivy had told her bits and pieces in the same defeated, tired tone. Her voice had only shown any other kind of emotion towards the end, “Make a show of it my Harley Quinn, make Batman pay.” She had said her voice almost shaky with excitement before the line went dead.
She paced back to the window that overlooked the almost monolithic structures of Gotham City, she lifted her night vision goggles and gave another sweep of the area…nothing, “If you’re coming Bats, get a move on.” Harley said to herself, though she still had doubts about the plan there had been a marked change in her attitude after their little fumbling in the Mayor’s office. Beneath Harley’s white foundation her cheeks blushed as she remembered seeing the Bat’s cock for the first time, her stomach gave a little flip as she replayed taking him into her mouth and the unexpected excitement it had produced.
Her thoughts were brought back to the here and now when the few remaining strip lights suddenly died. She turned around squinting in the darkness until she remembered the night vision goggles dangling in one hand, she lifted them tutting to herself as she did so. The warehouse came into green fuzzy view, she scanned slowly left to right a creeping sense of being watched was building in her and she took a cautious step forward. She lowered the goggles cursing herself for being so jittery…then she felt it.
Something big had descended behind her, an immovable object had blocked out the meagre light that had been coming through the dirty glass. Harley let out a yelp as a heavy hand landed on one should and forcibly spun her around. Night engulfed her, black armour seemed to envelope her, the hand on her shoulder dropped to one slender arm and the grip tightened holding her in place, Harley looked up and caught the sneer that was on Batman’s mouth, she opened her own for a witticism but it was knocked clear as Batman delivered a stinging slap that knocked her face sideways.
Batman’s death grip vanished and Harley toppled to the ground. But not for long, she rolled and swept out with one fishnet leg that connected with nothing but air, Batman had disappeared. “Don’t disappoint me Mister B. no need to be shy around little old me,” she said and wiped a thin tendril of blood from the corner of her mouth.
“Harley,”
The voice came from all around her it was hoarse and desperate in its plea. Harley’s red lipped grin spread slowly, “Sounds like you got it bad Bats,” There was movement to her left and she spun, catching the sight of a cape disappearing into the shadows behind a concrete pillar. Harley reached up and began to work the strings loose on her red and black corset she reached the pillar and discarded the corset. “You craving a little Quinn in your diet?” she said mockingly and stepped around the pillar finding it deserted.
“No….yes,” the last word turned to an almost whimper.
Harley followed as best she could, her white blouse a size too small for this evening clung to her bare breasts her nipples hard points that pulled at the white cotton fabric. She knew the camera layouts by heart and could not help but pout towards one hiding in a crack in another pillar as she walked slowly past it. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” she sang and pulled her blouse open, buttons ripping free from the stitching and sent ricocheting off the floor.
Harley heard a deep sigh to her right and turned that way, her breasts were free and she reached up cupping them then pinching both nipples with her thumb and forefingers. A black mass broke from the shadows directly in front of her. The ferocity of his approach made Harley stumble backwards, her left ankle twisting under her, she yelped and fell backwards her arms flying in front of her.
With one hand Batman caught her right wrist holding her in place, frozen in a fall, his other arm came up, hand curled into a fist that flew forward and stopped an inch or so from Harleys face. “What is it with you men? You don’t know whether to hit a girl or kiss her? So what’s it going to be Mister B?” The fist unfurled, the hand shaking, the fingers dancing as it withdrew. Harley was pulled to her feet the left ankle gave a scream of agony just to remind Harley Quinn of what had happened. The hand on her wrist loosened and travelled up her arm. Harley leaned in, she could hear the ragged breathing of Batman, his eyes were shrouded in darkness yet she knew they would be wide and staring frantically at her.
Harley leaned further in, her lips parting slightly and as they connected with Batman’s. It was a soft, gentle kiss, a kiss of two lover’s coming together for the first time. Harley broke the kiss but Batman leaned in his grip firming up on her arm as he did so, keeping her where she was. His mouth met her firmer still and she found his tongue probing at her lips, she opened her mouth letting him explore before she politely reciprocated.

Batman’s free hand found Harley’s waist then travelled north turning as it cupped one breast before continuing further still the rough gloves rubbing across Harley’s firm nipple then across her other one. Without warning Batman stepped backwards pulling his hands away as if they were plunged into lava. “Don’t fight it Bat’s,” Harley said and started to hike up her tiny plaid skirt, the stockings came to an end, pale thigh either side. The skirt pulled higher, now where panties would be revealed only Harleys shaved sex could be seen. “I bet you got a gadget that would feel right at home here.” Harley said and slipped a hand down her sex, one finger slipping easily into her for a second, an involuntary shudder swept over Harley as she did so.
Harley lifted the sticky finger towards Batman, his mouth spasmed as he fought with himself. He gave a whimper then took the finger into his mouth. He moved forward again, his hands finding Harley’s backside and lifting her up as he went. Harley’s legs twisted around his waist her boots crossing at her ankles behind his back they kissed frantically as they moved.
Harley let out a “oomph” as her back connected with a concrete pillar, Batman’s hands tightened on her bare backside and started to lift her higher, Harley’s legs untangled as she was lifted onto his shoulders, she felt a hot breath on her sex then his wet tongue as it ran in maddening slowness from bottom to top, her clitoris getting that last lingering lick. Harley gripped his bat ears as his tongue worked in quick darts between her engorged, wet lips then switched to long slow circles around her hard clitoris.
From up on her perch Harley writhed with pleasure, her eye’s winced but her lips curled into a smile as she felt on thick gloved finger probe the outside of her tiny anus before pushing firmly against it then into it. She opened one eye, a pile of older computer monitors no more than five feet from them, she knew in the middle of all that, inside a shattered screen one camera was filming them she hoped the lack of light was not going to hide too much. Harley began to match Batman’s motion’s his tongue rotated around her clitoris and Harley moved her hips the opposite way grinding where she could as more and more of Batman’s finger found its way deeper into her anus. Harley bit her lower lip, she was so close now as if he knew this his tongue came to a stop, his finger now deep in her anus only heightened the coming orgasm. She pushed and ground down as best she could her hands worked his bat ears as if they were miniature cocks.
Harley’s thighs tightened around the masked head, her head hit painfully against the concrete pillar though she failed to notice it as she let out a long moan, her orgasm setting fire to her whole body, her nipples tingled in the cool air as if tiny points of electricity were tickling them. She had barely caught her breath when Batman dropped her with little grace from his shoulders. She fell with a scream onto the dirt and debris strewn ground, her backside hitting the cold floor painfully.
Harley was starting to stand up when Batman’s cock slapped across her face, he had pulled the lower part of his costume down, his balls were lifted over it in a painful looking way yet he seemed not to care. His cock seemed bigger than it had before, the head bulbous and dark in colour, one vein ran thick across the length and the whole length twitched with anticipation. Batman pushed forward again, his cock head jabbing at her red lips, Harley opened her mouth to say something but he pushed forward and she gagged as his whole length seemed to feed into her mouth.
Harley pulled her head back as far as he would let her, just enough to allow her to breath and give her atleast some control. He had given himself to her begrudgingly at the Mayor’s apartment, she had coaxed his cock back then and in the end he had responded willingly. The Batman that stood before her now was different, he dominated her, there was no gentle play, no back and forth he wanted Harley and he was having her.
Batman’s cock slipped free of Harley’s mouth and she took in as much air as she could, his cock was rigid and slippery before him, her sex ached to feel him in her, it had been so long since a real man had had his way with Harley Quinn. Harley got up on shaky legs, she moved further towards the windows, into more light and into the area where most of the cameras were trained. She toyed with Batman, he came in close and she danced away, she felt one hand on her back side and she smacked it playfully away, her eyes going from the Batman’s to his throbbing cock. Another step took her away from the concrete pillars and into the ‘kill’ zone. Batman lunged for her and Harley spun away her blonde hair tipped with shocking red twirling around her as she did so.
Batman’s hand was lighting fast it reached up grabbing on pony tail and yanked hard, Harley yelped out and dropped to the ground, her head at a funny angle as Batman held the ponytail. “Who’d a thunked it? Batman likes the rough stuff.” Harley said through gritted teeth. Batman struck low, his leg coming out swift and taking Harley off her own and bringing her down to her knee’s her hair pulling tight in his grasp.
Batman released her hair and was behind her in one fluid motion, Harley felt both his hands on her back pushing her down onto all fours, her scalp was on fire and her ankle throbbed taking a lot of her anger and wit away. One hand slipped down the small of her back and onto her round backside, it paused a moment, squeezing and caressing the flesh before continuing down a little further. Harley pushed back feeling the tip of his thumb at her wet labia. “I Hope that’s not all you got for me Mister B?” Harley chided.
The thumb and hand disappeared and Harley let out a soft sigh as she felt what was undoubtedly his cock head nudging between her labia. Harley gave a breathless squeal as he pushed forward feeding his cock all the way in, filling up her sex and stretching her like no other before him. Batman’s hands found her backside again and squeezed the flesh with each deep thrust into her.
Harley rotated her hips and met Batman’s thrusts with her own push backwards, why she had never thought of fucking Batman before with or without the aid of a drug escaped her. So much time had been wasted on the hope that Joker would one day be the Jack in her box, all the while Batman had been right there willing to do the task and do it well. Harley’s arms ached and threatened to give way as Batman leaned forward, his weight heavy on her bare back as his gloved hands found her breasts and held them, his thrusting never slowing down.
With a wet sound Batman pulled free of Harley Quinn, had he cum or had he come to his senses, Harley fought the urge to turn and fight, to defend herself. Whatever her action was going to be was rendered mute as she felt both her pigtails being taken in hand, her head was pulled back with a painful jerk making Harley bare her teeth and hiss. Harley knew where his other hand was, his cock head was being guided across her anus, it nudged at the opening a little loose after having Batman toying with it, though she doubted loose enough for what he had in mind.
Harley’s arms went from beneath her, her scalp felt like it was ready to part her skull as Batman pushed his sticky cock head into her backside, the tip slipped in and he kept going, forcing more and more of himself into her. Harley let out a cry before she felt him pulling back. The respite was short lived as he pushed forward again it repeated back and forth each thrust forward filling her up more and more. Now she was ready for him and Batman knew it, his thrusts sped up, her aching small back passage was his for the taking and he revelled in filling her up.
With one hand still holding her pigtail’s the other was now free to explore her sex once more. Harley ground down filling his thick gloved fingers probing her wet hole and hard clitoris, Harley could feel another orgasm mounting, it was a dull ache that was growing rapidly. If only Ivy was here to suck her tits, Harley thought and the idea alone was enough to push her once more over the edge.
Her second orgasm seemed to herald Batman’s own ending. He ploughed fast and shallow, his breathing a mix of ragged grunts and growls with one final push he let out a long moan and Harley felt the warmth splatter inside her back passage, his cock pulsing with each eruption. When Batman finally pulled out, Harley could not help but let out a laugh, she rolled onto her back letting her aching limbs and sore backside have a break. Her lipstick was smeared which gave her smile a disjointed wider than is natural look as she watched Batman fumble with his cock.
Her smile faltered, he had gotten to his feet his cock still oozed cum and was now dropping slowly though still impressive yet it was the grim smile on his face that had given rise to Harley’s sudden discomfort. “You like the merchandise Bats?” Harley asked, pushing forward hoping that the toxin was slow to wear off and also deep down hoping that perhaps Batman would want to go another round with her. To test his resolve Harley lowered one hand to her sore sex and rubbed it gently, parting her lips letting Batman see her waiting hole.
Batman gave a dry laugh and began to right himself, Harley’s hand dropped away and she began to gather herself, pushing up with her hands and standing gingerly trying not to tempt fate in her twisted ankle. “What’s so funny?” she asked, her arms going across her breasts and one hand pulling down her pulled up plaid skirt.
“I am free of you Harley,” he replied.
“Yeah, well it ain’t over to the fat lady sings and oh Boy she has a loud voice,” Harley now laughed seeing the so sure smile on Batman falter. “You’re on candid camera Bat’s why don’t ya say cheese for the cameras?”
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