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DC: Gray Batman 1- Crime Alley
By PunkNerd
DC: Gray
Batman
Issue 1-Crime Alley
Finally, the gray clouds could hold no more, and cold, stinging rain began to fall upon Gotham City.
“Down here! Through here son!”
The young boy felt his fathers strong hand upon his arm, and allowed himself to be steered towards the dark alley, his black as night hair being pasted to his forehead by the rain.
“Honey…”
It was all the boys mother had to say, her voice conveyed her meaning, as did her slight head nod to the opposite end of the alley, where a man had stepped from the shadows and started towards them.
“It’s okay, the cars just on that street” The man spoke with a reassuring tone, and added in a whisper as the man neared, “and not everyone less fortunate than us is a crim-”
Dad was cut off, as the approaching man had reached them, and the man had held out an arm as Mom had gone to step around him on one side.
“Well let’s just wait a second miss, I couldn’t help but notice that lovely necklace your wearing.” The man grinned as he spoke, and the young boy raised his face skyward, catching the glint of greed in the mans eyes.
“Dad, I want to go”
“In a minute little man, as soon as your pops hands over his cash” The man withdrew a hand from his pocket, and the child’s eyes filled with terror as he saw that the man carried a small handgun, and it was pointed directly at his fathers gut.
“Now, just take it easy, no one has to get hurt” His father spoke calmly, as he reached into his back pocket
“I’ll decide that, I want the watch too, and an-”
What happened next happened fast. So fast that the child wouldn’t be sure what he had seen for years to come. A black shadow fell across the boys face as what appeared to be a living shadow fell between him and the would be thief. The gun was fired, but the crook was enveloped in the shadow within seconds, and suddenly the man and shadow lifted into the air and disappeared onto an above rooftop. As the man had risen, the child had been sure that it wasn’t a shadow, but a giant bat. Yes, Tim Drake was sure he had seen a bat.
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“Hey man! Just stay back! Stay away! What are you?” Franklin Miller would have been embarrassed by how high his voice had gotten, had he not just been lifted fifty feet into the air by what appeared to be a man in some sort of weird bondage outfit. The man currently had his back to Frank, unclipping a length of line from his belt, which in turn, ran back into a large enclosed grappling gun with a loud whir. The gun was than hung onto a black belt. The tight suited man turned, a long black cape snapping behind him in the wind. Frank saw now that the belt held many large pouches and pockets, with that grappling gun on the right, its holster reaching almost to the mans knees, though it could still be held one handed. The man was at least six three, and his suit was gray and flexible, as tight as spandex but obviously tougher, as it had earlier taken a bullet without so much as a tear. Across the mans chest was a black bat symbol set in a yellow oblong oval, and Frank now, for the first time, took in the two ‘ears’ on top of the mans mask. They stood near the back of the mans head, and rose two inches or so. The mask covered all of the mans face, and his eyes were covered with silver lenses. The mask was cut to reveal a strong, angular jaw.
“I’m The Batman, tell your friends I did this.” The Batman’s voice was low and gravelly. It was clearly meant to instill fear, and it was quite effective.
“The Batman?” Frank would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to shitting himself. “Tell them you did what?”
The only answer the Batman gave was to quickly reach into a pouch on that belt and snap his wrist, and within a second Frank felt a searing pain in one leg and his chest. His head tilted downwards, Frank saw what was causing him to slide down to his knees. Two pieces of bat shaped metal had embedded itself in his leg above the knee, and a third had hit him in his right pectoral muscle. Blood began to flow freely, and with horror now in his eyes, he looked back up.
The Batman was gone.
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“The guy swears it was smoke, his wife is too hysterical to talk, and the kid…” Officer Peyton trailed off, his gaze falling to the floor, and he didn’t speak again until James Gordon urged him on
“And the kid?”
“Well. The kid says it was a bat. A giant bat.”
“A giant bat?”
“Right”
“I wasn’t born yesterday Peyton” His stark white hair made sure anyone knew that.
“The kid says he saw a bat.”
“What did he really see? Muggers do not just get carried off by bats.”
“We did find drops of blood on that rooftop.”
Commissioner Gordon literally felt his heart skip a beat as the familiar anger he tried so hard to suppress welled up. “ WHAT DID HE REALLY SEE!?” Gordon had crossed his office and slammed his door shut, since being in Gotham, he had already dealt with a large man with a bad skin condition who fancied himself a crocodile, and a balding skinny nerd with a puppet and an Al Capone complex. And now, a giant bat that abducted muggers. He just couldn’t take it anymore.
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“God Alfred, look what we’ve done.” Bruce Wayne stood in what he and his butler had begun to affectionately call the Batcave. The natural underground cavern had always existed beneath the manor and much of it’s grounds, but the large super computer, state of the art training equipment and surgical table were all recent additions. Bruce was determined to rid gotham of crime, and had spent any of his considerable fortune that he needed to have the proper tools.
“Yes sir, it is magnificent, my therapist will be most impressed, of course I didn’t need therapy until my employer began dressing like a bat, and cavorting around town.”
Bruce couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t cavort” Footsteps began to sound throughout the cave and Bruce turned, still speaking to Alfred as he did so. “ I do need a better way to get around though, as fun as the gun is, it’s somewhat time consuming”
The newcomer was a tall, barrel chested man with flaming red hair and a beard to match. He stopped before Bruce and Alfred, a huge grin on his face, and a piece of paper in his hand. He held it out, the grin widening, obviously he was like a kid in a candy store. “I’ve got just the thing”
“And what’s that Bill?“ Bruce took the paper, schematics and designs, and a grin broke out on his own face, a brow quirked as he read the headline of the drawings.
“The Batmobile?”
9/26/2007 7:34:58 PM
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