Tale of Two Gothams

Ch. 9: Wasn't Fast Enough

Dick couldn't wait to be back home. It may have been only a few days since he'd been back in his dimension, but that was too long in his book.

"Do you think this is your Master Bruce, Master Dick?" Alfred asked.

"It has to be," Dick answered looking at him. "Bruce would cross the universe if it meant getting me back."

Alfred smiled. "Then I hope it is. You belong with him. I just with my Master Bruce was that way."

"We're going to do everything we can to get him back to normal, Alfred," Gordon said.

"Thank you," Alfred replied smiling.

They sat there for another few minutes before the car came to a dead stop causing everyone to jerk forward. Gordon, who was driving, bashed his head against the steering wheel and was now unconscious while Dick and Alfred got nothing but whiplash. "Good heavens. What was that?"

Dick looked out the front window and his eyes went wide. "Bruce," he said quietly. He then unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and jumped out, which was a mistake because he landed on his bad leg and yelled out.

"Master Dick, get back in the car!" Alfred yelled as he too unbuckled his seatbelt and got out the same door Dick did, but before Alfred could help Dick, Bruce threw a bat-a-rang at Alfred and sliced the back of his head.

"Alfred!" Dick shouted in horror.

Alfred didn't move, the blood coming out of the long, deep gash and pooling underneath him. Dick knew that Alfred was either dead or wouldn't make it very much longer. He looked up at a very angry Bruce. He didn't even look like Bruce anymore. He looked like all the people that have lost their mind and are going off of animal instinct.

Dick tried his best to crawl away from the madman, but didn't get very far. Bruce grabbed Dick's bad leg and pulled him closer. Dick was screaming in pain, tears falling down his face. "You ruined my life! You're going to pay!" Bruce yelled as he pulled another bat-a-rang from his belt.

Dick was now facing Bruce. "P-please, I'm sorry," he begged unable to hide his fear.

"Too late," Bruce said then the bat-a-rang came straight down.

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The police at the manor were watching Batman very carefully. They had heard what he did to Dick Grayson and they didn't want him getting away again. They felt a little more confident that they could keep him in the house until Gordon arrived since they made Batman remove his mask.

Bruce glared at the officer standing at the door. "I need to find my son."

"Sorry, Mr. Wayne, I'm not supposed to let you leave."

Bruce was just about to argue, but heard the officer's radio go off. "Attention all... all squads... this... is Commissioner... Gordon. We've b... been attacked... by... Batman. Re... request immediate... help. South... Maple... and... Chase."

The officer looked at Bruce. "I told you I'm not the Batman from your dimension," Bruce said as he put his mask back on and walked toward the door.

The officer just moved out of the way and just watched as Batman got in one of the cop cars and drove off. It was no Batmobile, but it would have to do.

It took Batman five minutes to get to the scene where Gordon reported. The other cops hadn't arrived yet, so he knew that Bruce was still there somewhere. He jumped out of the car and ran toward the crunched cop car.

When he got closer, he froze and went pale. He saw Bruce standing over Dick's body stabbing him repeatedly with a bat-a-rang in an angry rage. Batman narrowed his eyes and threw a bat-a-rang at Bruce and knocked the bat-a-rang out of Bruce's hand.