Marvel's The Caped Crusader

Chapter 2

Wayne Manor, March 11th, 2003

Rumbling of the storm kicks up its tempo. Gotham's way of welcoming back its prince. F/N Wayne, who has just returned to the city after a long hiatus. Now a fully grown young man, tall, muscular and brewed shouldered. He sits at his desk in once was his father's luxurious study, now his, fidgeting with the family signet ring. Pondering his next move. Tonight was a reconnaissance mission, the enemy has shrouded this city in darkness. Cops being payed off so they look the other way. Its corrupt inhabitants prowling the streets, and able to get away with the most heinous crimes. He remember beating the shit out of that pimp in the east end for getting to rough with that underage prostitute His fist clenched, knuckles white and stand with the pimp's blood. It was a good idea that he went disguised. What could he do? It took more then brute force to get the message across. Gotham city was dying. It needed a symbol, a symbol that would make the feared think twice. He had the wealth, the training, the knowledge. Even Alfred who's had training in combat and medicine. As a mortal man he could be destroyed.

"What could it be?" F/N said to himself.

Thunder strikes once, twice, a third, then it appears crashing through the large windows landing on top of the old grandfather clock. Its wings spread wind, its fangs sharp and piercing, its bright and dangerous yellow eyes peering into the depth of F/N's vary soul. This was it, the symbol, the one he's been searching for all this time. "SKREEE!" Menacing, terrifying, perfect. "SKREEE!" F/N beckon the call. Getting up and moving closer, getting face to face with the creature. "SKREEE!" TAP! TAP! The Bat tapped on the glass of the grandfather clock. "SKREEE!" TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! It repeated its tempo then flies away, landing on the chandelier. "SKREEE!" F/N examined the grandfather clock thoroughly, thinking the creature was trying to tell him something. He opened up the glass case and pulled the cables holding the weights.

The grandfather clock swings open revealing a dark passageway descending down. F/N takes out a flashlight following the passageway. It was dark and cold, and the steps where steep. The young man remained alert at all times venturing forth. Down the end of the steps was a giant steel door, and in its center lay a detailed carved head of a bat. Its eyelids flip open scanning F/N for facial recognition.

"Access denied." The computerized voice said.

"Fin. The hard way then." F/N said ominously. Leaving to have Alfred assist him.

One hour later

"BABOOOMM!" Laced with C4, the steel door went flying off its hinges. Allowing both F/N and Alfred to pass though.

"Access denied my ass." F/N retorted.

"Oh yes. Very well put sir. Very well put. A simple locksmith could have suffice. And a bloody heater, its freezing down here." Alfred snarked, rubbing his arms together.

Everything was dark and cold all they can hear was fluttering of wings. "Found a switch." F/N said, finding a large switch. F/N flips it up, sparks fly out from the console. Lights engulfs the cave causing some of its inhabitants to fly off to another section of the cave. Astounding is the only word that could describe what he was seeing.

"Dear god." Alfred said in shock.

"Very well put." F/N snarked back, but in that moment his breath was taken away.

Pathways connected to raised platforms from one end of the cave to another. Each one housing a different station. Med bay, crime lab, R&D lab, a gym, a computer station, and an armory. F/N wondered why his father would have all this. There had to be an answer he thought. Both F/N and Alfred's first stop was the med bay station. Operation lights, medical bed, heart monitors, and other such medical tools and equipment.