Nobody's Hero

Chapter 1: There's a Reason These Tables Are Numbered

A/n: Blah blah. Main announcements are UPDATES ON SATURDAYS THAT IS FINAL.

Disclaimer: I own none of this except for the plot and Kayne. No copying, paraphrasing, mimicking or any of the sort will be tolerated about Kayne.  Ask if you want to help other then that, be original.

 

Chapter 1

 

Bruce listened intently to the tv screen on his Lamborghini's dash. As he turned on the car, news of the hostage situation changed.

Something went wrong and the police weren't dispatched by one of the hostages but by a lounge singer who worked at the facility. She was supposed to work tonight but was knocked out in her apartment and stripped of her dress and badge.

The clowns were caught by surprise with the police arriving. Either way they had a bomb, guns and a room full of hostages. No demands were going to be made like the police originally thought.

Bruce knew that meant the clowns had no cares whether the hostages lived or not. They didn’t have to tiptoe around broken glass. The police were putty in their hands. By the sound of the police scanner, the Joker personally wasn’t at the scene but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a big event for him.

Harley Quinn was rumored to be in there. A mask was covering the lounge singer’s face but from the hair and accent, that the hostage texting out so ‘bravely’ provided, it was her. Which meant if they weren’t looking for cash, or disruption then they were out for blood.

Especially since according to the news, the clowns are setting off gas grenades. The police don't think it's lethal.

Suddenly the news reporter on the scene starts chuckling before full out laughing loudly until the radio turned into static from something falling and breaking.

Bruce looks at the screen in confusion.

Bruce's eyes leave the screen to see the actual thing. Thin lines of smoke billowed from the back of the giant warehouse.

Bruce stares as he yanks his car door open before stepping out on to the gravel. He pulls off his ratty jacket to press it to his face.

Police cars surrounded the warehouse like a wall. Police officers that were lucky had gas masks on. Those that weren't as lucky were being carted off and restrained from the laughing gas effects.

The cops signaled that the gas had dispersed because the bomb was weak and to take the masks off.

The bombs were thrown out the windows before they were blocked against the police.

Gordon could be heard more than seen barking orders. He was on the phone with what looked to be the robbers.

Something they said made Gordon sigh in relief. Bruce walked towards Gordon, questioning.

Bruce knew most people would be taken away for intruding on this especially for being known as a giant pretentious ass but with this involving clowns; Gordon would let him stay.

"What's going on Gordon?" Bruce demands.

"That's fin-Bruce this isn't a good time." Gordon replied, originally talking into the phone.

"Brucey?! Oh what a coinkidink!" A high pitch voice calls from the phone. "Put him on." The voice growls,  having the opposite effect of the high pitch voice.

Bruce holds out his hand instantly. Gordon looks at him with a concerned look as if asking Bruce if he was sure of himself.

Bruce takes a deep breathe before nodding.