batarang ☜ dick greyson

01 | GOTHAM CRIMINALS.

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GOTHAM CRIMINALS;

Gotham City
10 Years later

   "9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The static from the phone clicked on-and-off as the operator on the other side picked it up.

   "Uh- Yes, hello. Uh, p-please, someone come quick! I just a saw a man trying to mug a poor woman from her purse!"

   "Ma'ma, please. Calm down," the operator comforted the caller. "Where are you right now?"

   "A-at the corner of the Gotham City Bank. Please, come quickly!"

   "Ma'ma, please! You must understand that due to the massive amount of criminal activity taking place in this city, there is no guarantee that we will catch the person involved in the mugging. However, we'll see what we can do. Please wait there for the GCPD to arrive."

   "Oh, th-thank you so much!" The woman panted. "Please, hurry!" She hung up the phone on its rightful spot in the phone booth, ending the call. Hesitant to leave the booth, the woman stood cowardly in its small corner. Taking her hand away from the door, she slide down the side, glass wall of the container.

   Tourist.

   The woman waited for the police to arrive. She could hear the faint sound of sirens roaming the streets; the wind blowing against the booth; her hands clamming up the tighter she held onto her purse.

   Then, everything stopped.

   No sirens, no wind, no sound. Just pure, utter silence.

   Suddenly, a pair of strong, stiff hands grabbed a hold of the outside handle of the phone booth and pulled it so hard that the door flow off of its hinges, leaving the young woman terrified.

   Standing in the booth's door frame was a fairly tall man with a pot-belly of that of a pig, searching the booth angrily. His clothes were stained with what seemed to be beer stains, small amounts of blood, and even piss stains. Yet, what stood out the most was the black, dust-like dirt on his yellowing muscle shirt and brown pants.

   The man from earlier eyed the woman seductively.

   "Hi there, doll," He slurred. "Saw what happene' over there, huh?"

   The woman sat motionless, unable to speak.

   "What's the matter? Can't speak, pretty lady? Cat got you're tongue?" He laughed mockingly at her; his breath sank of beer and cigarettes.

  "I- I-"

   "I- I- I bet it would be a better for you to shut up your whore month and beat it before the cops get here! Before I beat you," He pointed a fat finger at her.

   "Please! I don't want any trouble!" She raised her arms in defense. "I'm just here visiting family."

   "Oh~. A family woman," He grabbed her arm forcefully with his big, fat hand. "Ain't that nice? I too had a family once." The man looked off into the distance pretending to contemplate on his life.

   "Once?"

   "Yeah," He look back at the woman. "Once. Found out it wasn't my thing, and-" He drew his finger along his neck, making a slitting noice. "Decided to cut it out of my life." The man laughed disgustingly, coughing as he did so.

   However, his laughter was cut short before the sound of sirens filled the air once again, this time seemingly closer.

   The man looked towards the sound and snarled, "Shit. Sorry, lady." He let go of the woman's arm. "Gotta run. Nice to me ya and don't forget about our lil' chat, okay?" With that, he disappeared into the nighttime of Gotham City.

   The police arrived minutes after stopping next to the entrance of the bank, guns in hand and loaded. They exited their cars, ran to the booth, and checked the surroundings for any sign of the man.

   "Ma'am, are you alright?" An officer questioned the woman in the booth, helping her out. His hair was cut short on both sides, graying slightly at the roots as well as on his shadowy beard. He wore a pair of thin, square glasses, a grey dress shirt, black dress pants, matching dress shoes, and a bullet-proof vest with the letters GCPD painted on it. A shiny, golden badge hung from his waist belt, the word Commissioner engraved on it.

   "Save the act for your wife, Gordon. Ya know it's not my cup of tea."

   He chuckled, putting his hands in the air, "Just trying the play the part, Sergeant. Nice acting, by the way."

   The woman tsked at the man, crossing her arms. "Anyway," The under covered cop paused as she pulled out a tracer from her purse and held it in front of her commander. "I placed the tracer on the guy's arm when he was holding me down. No need to waste your time on me when you could be using it on locking up this bastard."

   Gordon took the tracker into his own hands and turned it on with a bing. The screen showed a red bot moving across a digital map of Gotham's streets. The commissioner then slowly turned toward his men with a triumphant glare in his eyes, tracker in one hand, a gun in another.

   "We got him, boys."

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Word Count: 847
Statue: Unedited

- sorry if this chapter seemed too slow or boring. i promise you that more action is to come it's way, just in time.
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