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Gotham (The Cold War)//64.

Info:Pvt. Jack Napier runs into a bit of trouble with Colonel Bruce Wayne after he finds him drinking in his tent.-

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Jack laughed as Lieutenant Harvey Dent, Floyd Lawton and Technician Edward Nygma all swayed and sang with bottles of banned German beer. They were all seated around their room, 4 singular beds in each corner, with a large oil lamp hanging from the middle.

Jack sat cross-legged on the ground, sipping from the glass bottle as Nygma sang his heart out. It was very unusual for him, but a lot of men in these tents can be very different when under the influence of alcohol, which was why it was strictly banned, especially in an Air Military Base, pilots needed to be in the best shape.

They were all very jolly on this specific night, as Jack was able to get some local Germans to smuggle some of their beer into the camp, unbeknownst to his commanding officer.

The thought of getting caught sent a sudden adrenaline rush through him, which caused him to become more hyper. He sang along with the men, grin spread across his deathly pale skin as his unique green hair sat slicked back on his head.

He had on his pilots jacket and beige trousers, along with the rest of the men bar Nygma, who had the typical beige uniform. The military base was full of U.S Air Force soldiers, including the man Jack despised most, Colonel Bruce Wayne, who just so happened to also be his commanding officer. Seeing his face made him want to puke, and the stone cold expression he wore daily was just too boring for Jack's bubbly attitude.

The time was 10:00pm, curfew started at 9:30, but fortunately their tent was on the far end of the base, away from all the guards and soldiers on night duty. But the alcohol in their system was making them less aware of what the typical protocol was, so they were being way too loud for this time of night.

Suddenly another pilot burst through the flaps of their tent, panting and a worried expression evident on their face. "The Colonel is on his way! Someone ratted you all out!" The private spoke so fast, and was gone within a couple of seconds.

Jack fumbled around, trying to find a place to hide the crate of German beer bottles. He eventually decided for under the bed, shoving away the piles of magazines and spare clothes. He stood up, the rest of the men following suit as they all got up, prepared for the Colonels arrival.

"Ten-hut!" Boomed a deep voice as a high ranked officer entered the tent, accompanied by the Colonel.

Each of the men raised their right hand to their brows, before throwing them back down to their sides. "At ease soldiers." The Colonel's voice was rough and strict, and it screamed authority.

All the men separated their legs and placed their hands behind their backs, but Jack seemed to be a bit more sluggish than the others, and the Colonel noticed.

Wayne stepped towards the young pilot, immediately getting a smell of the very strong German beer. "Search their tent." He sternly ordered the officer.

The uniformed soldier flipped the bed mattresses and found empty bottles lying below the beds. But the jackpot was when he got to Jack's bed, where the large crate was found, and the culprit was obvious.

As soon as the Colonel's eyes saw the crate he instantly grabbed the pilot by the collar and dragged him out of the tent, rather aggressively. He threw him to his knees before dealing a hard blow to his jaw, causing the young man to collapse to the ground in a fit of giggles.

The rest of his friends exited the tent, all standing deadly silent around the Colonel who continued to beat him. He decided to stop when he was left with a swollen eye and busted lip.

"Meet me in my office tomorrow at the break of dawn. Otherwise I'll be back." He slicked back his raven black hair, fixing his large winter coat before striding back to the other side of camp, with the Officer on his heels.

Jack spat onto the ground. A large blood patch formed on the snow-covered ground, a sign that this was a pretty bad beating. "You okay J?" Harvey asked, helping him up from the ground.

"Just peachy." He grinned a bloody smile, the area around his eye going purple with every passing second.

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Jack woke up like he was asked to at 20 minutes till the break of dawn. He had just enough time to comb his hair and polish his shoes before he left a bit earlier.

His lip wasn't swollen but had a large cut running along the bottom, and his eye now had a large black circle surrounding it. Everyone he passed stared and gossiped about what they had heard last night, some even saying names as to who had ratted them out.

Once he made it to the Colonel's office he knocked on the door, waiting for a reply. Once the 'Come in' was said he pushed through the door and walked over to the desk.

"Do you know why I had to go over to your tent last night Private?" The man questioned, entwining his fingers together on the desk which was littered with files and pens.

"Why sir?" Jack knew that was the right thing to say. He had been in this situation more times than he'd like to admit.

"You were caught in possession of banned alcohol," He stated bluntly, eyes cold and heartless. "You should be punished, and you will be."

Some times Jack could get away with a warning, or just a beating alone, which should be punishment enough, but not in the eyes of Colonel Wayne. "You're off flying duty for the week."

"Don't think that's really a punishment." Jack muttered with an eye-roll.

"You will be on cooking duty, you wake at 4am and curfew starts at 6pm in the cook's tents." The Colonel continued, irritated by Jack's immaturity.

The Private rolled his eyes once more, hands folded over his chest. "Do you know why you're still a Private, Napier? You haven't been promoted like your fellow comrades." He asked, eyes narrowed and form unchanging.

"Why?"

"That's 'Why Colonel' to you." He snapped back, fists clenching on the table.

"Why Colonel?" Jack repeated.

"Because you are irresponsible, immature, can't take orders and I don't like your attitude," Wayne spoke, counting each reason on his fingers. "The minute you walked into this base you were nothing but trouble."

Jack's eyes narrowed considerably with each passing word. He could feel his teeth grinding off one another as murderous thoughts went through his mind. He was tempted to pull out his pistol and pull the trigger right now, but opted against it has he would immediately be executed.

"Now, go get your things and bring them to your new tent in the cook's quarter. You'll be staying in C7." With that the Colonel went back down to writing in his books.

Jack nodded and left through the door, making sure to slam the door slightly as he did so. He went and told the others about the whole ordeal and brought his things to his new tent, which consisted of 6 beds. He walked over to the corner where his bed was empty of any clothing or bags, and sat down.

He took out his hidden hip flask, which was risky to have in the Colonel's office. He took a sip from it and savoured the taste of the warming German beer.
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