All in a Day's Work

Hi guys!

This is my first fanfiction EVER so leave me your support, love and constructive criticism so I can improve upon the next!

I'm a HUGE Batman fan, so you will see a lot of those here. For this story, I wanted something small scale that showed what Batman is truly capable of.

ENJOY! 

It was my final round of patrol, I usually went around the city at least 4 times before calling it a night.Oncein a while I would drop by Wayne Tower to admire the city. How could something so beautiful be so filled to the brim with greed, corruption, apathy and hate? 

Sometimes, I needed to be reminded that there was good left in this hellhole you could call Gotham City. It was a quarter past 12, it had gone quiet. Nothing on comms either. I decided to call it a night and head back to the Manor. I grabbed my grapple and shot it to the building next to me. 

That's when I spotted a minor, couldn't have been much older than 15 darting into an alley. I decided to stop by and stake the spot out in case anything turned up. About 2 minutes later, a whole gang went into the same alley, around thirty of them. I turned on the cowl's scanners, I was right. Thirty hostiles converging on the position of the minor, four of them were armed. I crept closer then my comms picked up their conversation. 

"Where'd that little twit go?! I swear to god if you morons don't find him soon, there's gonna be hell ta pay!" The scanner picked up another heat signature, it was the minor, hiding in the trash can at the end of the alley. I heard something shuffle and I'm guessing the gang heard it too because they started sprinting to the other  side of the alley. 

One man, about 6'2 with a bulky build, pulled the kid out of the trash, before anything bad could take place, I leaped onto the man's shoulder, breaking it. While he was writhing in pain,I assessed the situation. There were 4 armed thugs, they'd have to go first. I unbuckled a smoke pellet from my utility belt and held it tight in my palm.

I uttered, "Before we start, does anyone want to leave?" I'm guessing the answer was no considering that they all started to charge. A grin started to spread across my face, I was in dire need of some exercise. I threw the pellet down, it cracked and let out a thick puff of smoke. I turned the cowl's sensors on and planned my attack.

 I rushed the men with the firearms first, I came up from behind them and smashed their thick skulls into each other, guaranteed concussion. Two down, two to go. I leaped far into the air and came down onto the man holding the desert eagle and punched his jaw as I hit the ground, broken jaw, 3 teeth ejected from his mouth. 

Three down, one to go. I sprinted to the next hostile and applied a swift kick to his left leg, that's one bone dislocated, as he hit the cold, hard pavement, I applied a knifehand strike to his throat, larynx crushed. He won't be talking for a while. At this time, the smoke had cleared, after seeing their comrades groaning with pain on the floor, 15 of them ran. 

Luckily, I placed a tracker on their jackets. Gordon would take care of them. This left ten more pieces of trash that I had to sweep up. Three minutes later, they were reduced to a heap of bodies lying still, multiple bones broken and another night shift for a poor nurse in the emergency room. I walked up to the kid and who was standing there in awe and asked him why those buffoons were chasing him.

He replied, saying that they were "having fun" with him. I examined his face, bloodied and bruised, those sick, good-for-nothing scoundrels beat the kid up. He said that he tried to defend himself and whacked one of the men in the "nuts" then he ran while they chased him. I stayed with him until Gordon arrived. It was time for me to dissipate. As I sped away in the Batmobile, I reminded myself on how sick this city truly was and that I was quite sure that I was the cure. 

The responsibility was a great a one, but I knew that one day, Gotham would get better. As I entered the Batcave, there was Alfred, worried as ever. "Master Bruce, I was so terribly worried of your state, do you require any medical attention?" I replied, saying, "Thanks Al, but some of your world famous chicken soup wouldn't hurt."

"Glad to see you've managed to keep your humor with you. Might I ask, how did the confrontation with those goons go?" I chuckled, saying, "It was all in a day's work Al, all in a day's work.

END

Hope you all enjoyed my FIRST fanfiction, let me know what you think in the comments!

~WhiteNight33