Season 4 arc of Gotham: Fool for You. Episode 1-"You've Gotta be Joking Me."

You've Gotta Be Joking Me: Chapter 1

Scene 1

"Excuse me, I need some cash."
"Beat it, buddy, I've had a rough day already and I'm spending this cash on a nice cold beer," answered Joe, a cranky middle-aged man in a business suit sitting at the bar, not even bothering to look behind him.
A hand landed on his shoulder and tugged with absurd force, "I said EXCUSE ME!!"
Joe looked and saw a man whose strength did not fit his physical appearance in the least. It was a relatively wiry-looking guy with a rabid expression on his face that looked positively crazy!
The thin guy suddenly wrapped his fingers around Joe's windpipe and lifted him up in the air as the bar's customers watched aghast.
"I SAID. I NEED. SOME MONEY!!" the man yelled feverishly.
"I-I...!"
Joe's words were cut short as his throat was crushed with a bloody gush. Customers screamed and started running out the door. The wiry guy tossed the corpse to the ground and pivoted expectantly to the bartender. The bartender shakily emptied the cash register and gave it to the man.
The thin guy greedily took the money and ran out the bar into the night.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a dark figure watching him from an alley after being drawn to the commotion. Breath exhaled like smoke in the chilly night air. The figure moved silently in pursuit.

Panting and running as fast as he could(which was unusually fast), he cradled his bag of cash and looked for a shortcut. He took a turn to the right.

A dead-end alley.

He backed away from the brick wall anxiously, and turned around-

There stood the dark figure. He was wearing a plain black mask.

Adrenaline running high, the wiry guy stood frozen in fear for a few seconds, before he decided to just wing it.

Roaring like an animal, he rushed at the figure and threw a punch. The figure effortlessly evaded, place a precise knife-like hand-chop to his back to throw him off balance, and swiftly grabbed hold of him and flipped him judo style.
The with guy was only down a few seconds before he was back up and more deranged than ever.
"The virus," the figure muttered under their breath. "It still hasn't been completely eradicated?
The infected man's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was foaming. The image was grisly. He was about to charge again before the figure managed to dodge the blow that made a dent in the brick wall. The figure thought fast and kicked at his knee. The thug buckled in pain but was about to counter attack. The arm flew and didn't hit it's target, but was caught mid-air by the middle. The figure used the thrust of his enemy's punch and spun the infected thug until he slammed into the brick wall, hitting his head.
"I don't want to fight you. You're sick. You need help!"
The thug didn't listen. In one last desperate move he hadn't had to rely on til now, the thug reached for a knife from his pocket. But the figure saw this, and spin-kicked the thug's head against the wall. After a long groan and a few stumbles, the thug finally collapsed unconscious.

The figure looked around, then pulled off his mask. It was Bruce Wayne. He solemnly knelt down and looked at the body and what the virus did.

Is this what I allowed to be unleashed on the city?   He thought this anxiously.
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GOTHAM INTRO SEQUENCE!
"DUN-Duh-duh-duuun, Duh-Duh-DUN!"
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Scene 2
It was as normal as what you could call normal for Gotham.

The GCPD was not as chaotic as it was a week ago, now that the majority of those infected with the virus had been given the antidote, but there were still some calls coming in about some infected remaining.

When precious antidote vials weren't accidentally smashed by the freakishly strong victims during police confrontation, they were hoarded by crooks who started selling them off to the highest bidders.