Detective | ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ

𝒕 𝒘 𝒆 𝒏 𝒕 𝒚 - 𝒇 𝒐 𝒖 𝒓

The fight in the Iceberg Lounge took place in the ghostly bliss of the darkness, Bruce's domain. Quaking in their boots, the guards pressed the trigger for any little sound. Instead, they were taken down, bones breaking, teeth shattering, and heads knocked unconscious.

Bruce didn't have time to be cautious when his time for finding Jess was beginning to tun out. A minute on his armageddon clock, if it struck twelve, means he failed her, and it seems that Selina is doomsday. Pushing the doors open to Falcone's office, he heard the frantic choking of Selina. "You made me do this!" Falcone growled. "Just like your mother!"

Grabbing the back of Falcone's collar, he launched his arm back and punched him right in the jaw. Selina, out of breath, scrambled to her feet with her stolen handgun. Bruce restrained her by grabbing her wrists. Selina fought, fought harder than she ever had in her life. Her father, a word he doesn't deserve, took everything from her. Her mother, Annika, a chance at a happier life, all because of him. "Stop!" She hissed. "I have to do this!"

"Don't let him take you down with him." When he noticed Selina had let go of the gun, he threw it behind them. It clattered against the hardwood floor, making Selina flinch at realizing she had almost taken a life, not Falcone's but the detectives.

Selina wiped her eyes with her hand and took a step back from Bruce. "Go on..." She sniffed, looking away from her unwanted savior with her arms crossed. "Save your friend."

A look of relief flashed across Bruce's blue eyes. He grabbed Falcone and yanked him up to his feet. "Let's go."

The halls were filled with wide eyes; some were relieved to see Falcone in handcuffs as the other half knew he wouldn't last two minutes behind bars. He was going to end up right where he started. A knowing smirk crossed Falcone's face that would soon release a laugh. "Jesus, look at you, man, what do you think this is? You think you're going to scare me with that mask and cape, huh?" Bruce pushed him forward with a glare. "You think I'm gonna get scared, and then suddenly, some big secrets are coming out?" Falcone stopped abruptly to glare at Bruce. "Well, let me tell you something, whatever secrets I have are coming with me to the grave."

A snarl formed over Bruce's face. He knew it was true. Bruce knew that whatever Falcone knew or had done would go with him to Hell. Instead of threatening him, he pushed Falcone down the stairs to meet Jim and Martha by the doorway. Falcone caught sight of Martha's pursed lips and chuckled. "Lieutenant Martha Clark Kent, good to see you again." He blew her a kiss. "I look forward to seeing your daughter in a casket."

Jim held his hand out to stop Martha from clocking him in the face. "What?" Falcone asked with a smirk. "Riding with Zorro here?" Jim's face remained stoic, unmoved, and definitely, not afraid of what he could do. They got the rat, and now, they were gonna save Jess. "Don't you know you, boys, in blue work for me?"

This time, it was Jim's turn to smirk. He grabbed Falcone by the back of his jacket and shoved him out the front door. Officers lined the steps and crowded all around the club's street to see Falcone be put behind a cruiser. "I guess we all don't work for you." Martinez marched up the stone steps with narrowed eyes, grabbing Falcone's upper arm and spinning him around to officially cuff him as Jim read him his Miranda rights. "Do you understand these rights?"