Tainted Love - The Batman Fanfiction

Chapter Two

"I'm so fucking dead."

"Shut up and drive." Bruce grunted.

They were on the outskirts of Gotham where factories and warehouses replaced the skyscrapers and apartment buildings he'd become accustomed to seeing.

The man's hands were shaking at the wheel, Bruce could feel the car jerk every few minutes, and he prayed Gotham P.D. avoided these areas. 

How could he possibly explain the Batman being in a car with a twenty-one year old dealer and a kilo?

The officers, who already had grudge against him for obvious reasons, would have a field day, not to mention the press.

Billionaire Bruce Wayne Is The Batman

The Gotham Gazette would be a shooing for a Pulitzer Prize with a story like that.

Bruce watched as Edgar began turning into a dark road.

"Pull over." He barked. 

He opened the door, then opened Edgar's.

He motioned for him to get out, and Edgar obliged.

He took his seat.

"Get the hell out of Gotham, kid."

Edgar looked down at him. It was dark but Bruce could still see the haunted look in his eyes.

"No use. I'm already dead."

Bruce didn't respond. He didn't know how to.

He continued down the road until the man disappeared in his rear-view mirror.

Ahead was a lot, a warehouse in its center, and a gate surrounding it with a watchman's station.

Bruce idled the car as he approached, finally stopping just ahead of the entrance.

The windows were tinted, and the watchman motioned for Bruce to roll them down.

He obliged. 

The watchman held a flashlight up to the window; It was how Bruce could see his eyes widen, see the panic encompass his face as he realized who he was.

Before the man could do anything, Bruce jutted his fist forward, hitting the unexpecting man straight in the jaw, effectively knocking him to the ground.

Bruce stepped out of the car, stepping over the crumpled body outside of his driver's door.

He entered the watchman's post, opened the gate, and swiftly returned to the car.

He didn't know what to expect, but it had been easy enough to get here.

He drove the car forward then around the back of the building.

He parked it between a Hyundai and Volkswagen, cars you wouldn't expect for an organization receiving gifts from the likes of the Penguin to have.

The warehouse was plain, indistinct, white paint chipping off its exterior much like the cars. 

There were windows at the top of the building.

A white door ahead opened and out came a man.

He was young with long ginger hair and pale skin.

He jogged over to the car, a grin on his face, illuminated by the car's headlight.

"You need a hand?" He asked.

He'd stopped just outside of the door.

Bruce opened the door quickly, forcing the man up against the Hyundai. He jumped out of the car.