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

Part 16

Chapter 16

CARMINE FALCONE

The head of the Falcone crime family found himself inside one of Gotham's prison cells, something which would have been neigh impossible to imagine just a few years ago. Yet it was an indication of just how far had he fallen.

He could feel the cops gaze at him, from beyond the bars, their eyes posing certain questions. Was this it. Was this it for him.

No. He thought through gritted teeth, not by a long shot. He was Carmine Falcone. He owned this city. He had already contacted his lawyer, and asked him to contact Crane.

The cops may have substantiative evidence against him, yet it would all be meaningless if his mental state came into question. Crane could not deny him that, not after all the things he had done for his bosses. They would help him, of they knew what was good for them.

He heard the sound of footsteps, and his hope filled his heart as two guards began to unlock the door.

"You are coming with us Mr. Falcone," they said as they opened the cell door and led him out.

"Why?" he questioned.

"You have a visitor," came the answer from the guard as he led him to the visitation room.

Had the doctor arrived already? But the court proceedings were yet to even start, he thought as he let them lead him toward the small room.

In the end, they opened the doors and pushed him in, closing it behind them as his eyes fell on the person who had come to meet him.

And it wasn't Crane, nor was it someone from his family.

No, this was a person he had only ever seen pictures of. The very person behind his headaches, and his downfall.

Thomas Wayne.

The young Prince of Gotham sat there in a chair, looking at him with those piercing gaze of his.

"You!" he uttered through gritted teeth.

"What are you doing here?" he said angrily as he began to knock on the door.

"I have nothing to say to you!" he said, and just as he was about to bang in the door, the prick opened his mouth.

"That door won't open. Not until I say so," the boy said, and he glanced out and saw no guards standing there outside as the prick continued.

"Plus I just want to talk," he added with a shrug and Falcone anger flared up as he turned towards the young Prince of Gotham.

"I have nothing to talk with you, boy," he said, and the boy shook his head and reached into his coat and took out his phone, and after some swiping and slashing, turned it towards him.

"What about now?" he said, and Falcone stilled as he saw just exactly what was on that screen.

It was his family, all of them, his wife, his children, even his secret mistress. All of them going on about their life oblivious to the red dot hovering over their head.

"You wouldn't," he bluffed, knowing about the boy's civilities.

And the boy's eyes narrowed.

"I wouldn't kill them per se, of course," the boy replied, making him smirk.

BANG!

And then a shot was fired, and he watched as his mistress began to scream as she was shot in the leg.

"Yeah. It's taking too long, old man. Why don't you just listen to what my friend has to say," came a very recognizable voice from the phone.

And it all clicked together. Thomas Wayne had several bounties over his head, for the boy had done a well enough job of getting on the nerves of all of Gotham's criminal elite.