Chapter 4: Gotham Knight

They pushed forward like modern Spartans, shoulder to shoulder in a phalanx.  Their Plexiglas shields were pummeled by insane fists and crushing weight of orange clad lunatics.  Those who tried to clamber over the blockade were met with bean bag rounds from riot shot guns.  Officers shouted at officers, each looking to the other for strength.  Police Commissioner Barbra Gordon shouted orders over a megaphone, orders that were lost in the din of the living, breathing nightmare that threatened to explode into Gotham.  Then a roar in the distance, like a growling beast from the darkness, began to rise up.  Inmates backed away from officers, as the police in the back looked over their shoulders.  Commissioner Gordon lowered her microphone and looked at the flickering lights that grew larger.

Some kind of motorcycle, long, narrow and black burst onto the roadway and flames erupted from its undercarriage, launching it and it’s rider into the sky, sailing over the officers.  As it glided over the inmates, midnight black wings seemed to snap out from its sides.  Small metallic balls fell on the ground of the insane, exploding into flashes of blinding light and deafening sound.  The vehicle came down hard and skidded to the side to a halt.  The rider rose his head up, looking at the dozen or so inmates still standing.

“Oh my god.” Gordon said, seeing this ghost from the past.  Her hand trembled on the microphone.  The figure was stock still, as if giving everyone an opportunity to take it in, analyze and accept what they were seeing.  Finally one inmate uttered what no one else could, the word caught in their collective throats, locked in by terrifying legend that, given the evidence of their own eyes and ringing ears was very much a reality.

“BATMAN!” he roared into the night, and charged forward in pursuit.  The Batman banked the cycle towards the front gates of the asylum and roared into it’s dark halls with the remaining inmates in foot pursuit.  Gordon seemed to regain sense of her surroundings.  “Row one, secure them.  Row two, with me into the asylum!  She shouted as she drew her sidearm and ran after the crowd.

“Quite the groupies you have there, sir.” Carrie said over the intercom.  “Are you sure you can get back out?”

“I’ll be fine.  Can you see if anymore got away?”

“I’m connected to the traffic cams, I see about thirteen loose and running the streets.  Looks like at least four of them have somewhere specific they’re going.  The rest are either running rampant to going to ground, trying to shed their jumpsuits quickly.  Oh, I did not need to see his balls.”

“Keep an eye on the group.  Gotham’s enemies don’t like to work together so if they’re going to ground together, they’re probably linked to whoever engineered the escape.”

“On it.  And the others?”

“Let the police know where they were last seen.  Hopefully patrol officers can collect them.”

“Yes sir.  I’ve got the Asylum’s cameras back up and running.  The bat-cycle’s going to run out of room soon.”

“...Batcycle?”

“Room sir.  Focus on that.”

Carrie was accurate in her description, the hall was closing in fast and there was too much debris to effectively maneuver the vehicle.  Batman cranked it to the side and slid to a halt.  The massive black motorcycle blocked the hallway and he stepped back from it into a dead end hall.

The first, the most physically fit inmates arrived first.  Six of them clambered over the vehicle as Batman waited.  As they reached the top, he tapped the button of a remote control in his hand.  The jump jets gave a deafening boom as the vehicle and inmates were launched into the hard ceiling and came crashing back down to the tiled floor.  Bloodied and broken, the inmates fell to the severely damaged floor.

Gordon and her team rounded the corner.  They had lost track of where the group had went due to the echo nature of the hospital walls.  The bone rattle explosion shook her to the core.  Inmates fled into the police officer’s arms as the cycle roared through the halls.  Batman, on the cycle sped past her out the doors, through what remained of the police blockade, and off into the night.  No officer could be spared to give chase, and none of the patrol cars could keep pace with the seemingly alien machine.

                Hours later and the inmates were back in their cells, some secured to their beds with their injuries being tended by doctors.  The immense amount of paperwork had quickly become her worst nightmare, threatening to engulf her desk.  The governor and mayor both wanted answers.  Dr. Strange would be giving her a statement in the morning.  Lines furrowed her pale skin; she closed her emerald eyes and removed her wire rimmed glasses.  She leaned her head back against her chair, vaguely noting her trench coat, the same coat her father once wore, hanging on the door to her office.  Her eyes drifted open and closed briefly.  There must be a breeze in her office, the coat was moving.

Her eyes snapped open as she realized that was not her coat, but rather some kind of entity emerging from the shadows.  “Jesus!” she launched forward, reaching for the pistol in her desk drawer.  Batman remained motionless.  “I’d appreciate if you didn’t do that, commissioner.  I’m here as a friend.”  Gordon took her hand away from the drawer but remained standing, maintaining eye contact with the friendly intruder.  “Is it really you?  I mean...really you.  Not some half assed replacement.”

“I am him.” Batman said gravely.  “I came to tell you, four inmates escaped in the break out, they were working together, likely working with an outside source.”

“A few more than four escaped.” Gordon said steely.  “I know.  But these four are together.  They’re planning something.”

“Who?”

“Harvey Dent, Johnathan Crane, Waylon Jones, and Duela Dent.”

“Two-Face, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, and Joker’s Daughter.  Thats an interesting combiation.”

“They were seen in mid-town, at West and Ward.  They’ve been missing ever since.”

“Well that helps, she glanced down at the files on her desk.  Anything else you ha...” but Batman was gone.  She shook her head.  Now she understood how dad felt.  “I’m going to nail his feet to the floor.” She whispered reaching into the drawer with her sidearm.  She lifted a secret panel under the drawer and pulled out a thick file with the words in bold black sharpie marker.  It read “Batman”.