The next morning I woke up and got prepped to take the gun I finished last night. I called Comissioner Gordon and told him the gun was finished and ready for his inspection. We agreed to meet at his office at GCPD. Once the time was arranged I cooked breakfast and was about to eat it when a knock came to my door. I looked out the window and saw Bruce Wayne. "I wonder why he's here?" I opened the door and he came in.
"Hi there, Daniel isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr Wayne but if I may ask why are you here?" I said closing the door to my home.
"Look Boyce. I know who you really are."
"I'm just an honest gunsmith. Specializing..."
"Cut the crap. Your the Shootist."
"He's a vigilante/anti-hero. I'm a gunsmith."
"I did some background on you Mr Boyce. A former cop of the Rigby Police Department in Rigby, Idaho. Left for mysterious reasons, most vocal one. Corruption. Three months later a vigilante shows up calling himself the Shootist. Killed every crime lord in the city and county he was in. But at the same time a blacksmith shop opened up and the longer this Shootist was operating the more advanced or improved the guns he was using became. You close up shop in Rigby, move here open a gunsmith shop and a month or two later the Shootist shows up in Gotham City."
"Any other 'proof' and at the moment I'm using the term loosely that I'm The Shootist?"
"Not yet but. If I see or meet him out there at any time, him and I will have words."
"Good to know. Now if you'll excuse me I'd like to eat my breakfast then get to my meeting for a possible client. Now if you please?" I gestured to the door.
"Just remember Boyce. I better not catch the Shootist on those streets or find out that you are The Shootist."
He left and I ate my breakfast, picked up the case along with my spare revolver and stowed it in the back of my jacket which had a holster inside and once I was ready I headed to GCPD. I didn't get hassled at the front gate for my revolver and once I got to Gordons office I knocked.
"Come in." Gordon said.
"Mr. Gordon." I smiled as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"Daniel, well let's see the final product." I put the case down and opened it and turned it towards him. His eyes widened when he saw the revolver.
"Platinum body, pearl handle with silver inlaid wings on the handle. Plus." I pulled the revolver and showed him the bottom and right on the bottom of the butt of the gun. "Success is not final. Failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that matters.' - Winston Churchill. The quote you requested."
"Wow. Impressive work Daniel." He started writing a check for four thousand. "Consider yourself the personal gunsmith for the GCPD."
"Thank you Mr Gordon."
"Please you made this amazing gun, the least I can do is have you call me Jim."
"Okay, Jim." Then the door opened and in ran Barbara.
"Dad."
"Hey, sweetheart." Barbara leapt into her fathers arms and hugged him.
"I thought I'd surprise you and take you out to lunch." She noticed I was in the room. "Oh, Daniel. What are you doing here?" She asked with a smile on her face.
"He's dropping something off that I ordered for your birthday." Jim closed the case and handed it to Barbara. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Barbara took the case and opened it. She found the specialized Guardian Angel Revolver her dad ordered from me as a gift.
"Wow. Daniel, did you make this?"
"Yep, every inch of it, every piece, every detail." She pulled it from the case and handled it better than the one she spun last night. "It handles very, very well. Nice job." She looked at the bottom of the butt and read the inscription. "Dad. You had him add that didn't you."
"Yes I did. Uhh. And I think he's done a wonderful job with the entire gun in general."
"Agreed." Barbara looked at me. "I love it dad. But since you weren't the one who made it. I'd say I owe him some dinner." She approached me. "So what do you say? Dinner tonight at nine o'clock at Chateau Marina?"
"How can I refuse such a nice offer from the birthday girl. I'll move things around and I'll be there." I smiled. "Jim, Barbara." I bowed and left the GCPD. But on my way out I overheard a couple say something that sounded like a local loan shark business man by the name of Rupert Thorne agreed to give them a loan but leveraged them to the hilt which means that he overcharged them with interest. 'Rupert Thorne huh. Seems like it's another visit to the Iceberg Lounge. Then I'm going to burn Thorne's empire to the ground.'
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The Shootist.
FanfictionA legendary vigilante/anti-hero from the Rigby has decided to move to Gotham City and with in a week of his arrival. He has put Gotham's underworld on notice. That there's a new law in Gotham CIty. His. way of doing things are considered too old sch...
