White Knight-Batman SI (Bruce x Rachel)(OC x Selina Kyle)

Untitled Part 7

Chapter 7

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The night for the caped crusader would end with several such alterations, yet despite his efforts, two shelters would be damaged. Few knew that, without the protection of their new guardian, just how broad the damage would have been.

"Ouch!" Bruce screamed as bright light interrupted his sleep.

"I had a late night, Alfred. Let me sleep," he spoke as he wrested the covers to shield his eyes from the burning Sun.

"I would, but there is someone here to meet you downstairs," Alfred said, making him groan, for if it was not important, Alfred wouldn't have rustled him out of his sleep.

"Who is it?" he questioned as he tore off the blanket and rubbed his eye, politely thanking the butler for the glass of juice he handed him.

"It's Mr. Earle, the previous CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

And Wayne looked at Alfred with a raised brow and questioned.

"What is he doing here? Send him away?" Bruce said, annoyed at why the man had disturbed his sleep.

"I tried, but he is rather insistent and says that he has something he wants to share with you?"

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Carmine Falcone

The city of Gotham was changing. It was always changing. Yet for a long time, as he saw the shifting futures, he didn't see himself in that future, and that infuriated him.

He was Carmine Falcone, son of Vincent Falcone, head of Gotham's biggest criminal syndicate, the man who had owned this city a little over a year ago, walking through its streets as a king. Yet now the winds had shifted, and his own future had become uncertain.

'And it was all because of him!' He had begun this. Thomas Wayne, refusing to take any lessons from his parent's death. Wayne continued to carry out his so-called heroic deeds, throwing away his money to help the so-called needy, trying to save a city that ate out of his hands.

The boy was becoming a nuisance, young and idealistic, a dreamer. One who had refused to pay any heed to the warnings he had sent. Why couldn't he just enjoy his wealth like the rest of them? Why did the boy have to be such a revolutionary?

Yet he would learn. He would, if not directly, then through that pretty little friend at the DA's office. She had been a problem on his side for some time now as well. It was time that all of this was taken care of.

"He is very disappointed in you, Mr. Falcone?" spoke the other piece of shit, driving him mad, as he turned to face the psychiatrist from Arkham.

Jonathan Crane, and Falcone didn't miss the madness hidden in that gaze, yet it would take some kind of madness to deal with the people locked up in that hell hole. Yet Falcone wasn't bothered by the pretty little doctor. He could handle the man himself.

NO, what had him worried was the man, or rather the men who were using the man. The Falcone's were an old crime family; their roots ran deep, yet the people behind him seemed even more ancient and dangerous.

Something which the young doctor seemed rather oblivious to. A blessing for the man made a rather useful pawn, especially with his postings and qualifications.