Batman's Legacy

Part 10

So before I say this, thanks for all the support recently. It means a lot. Secondly, I'm at 150 reads! That's really exciting for me! It's my first story with that many reads. Enjoy this next part!

I managed to get the Batmobile onto its wheels, however scratched and damaged it was. It still was working, surprisingly, and the damage wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I placed the key in the ignition and drove out through a secret tunnel in the cave, leading to a wide enough alley that I could get the car through. The car screeched onto the street, and I floored the gas. 

The car drove smoothly, but the thing was built like a tank, and Bruce had told me about some of the things he had to drive it through. I looked over all the buttons inside of it, and the inner child in me wanted to push them all, but I knew what they could do, since this car was very heavily armed. I'd have to figure out what they do later.

The monitor on the dash had several markers pointing out where police had been called to the scene, and were color coded according to urgency. A very well built car, and I quickly fell in love with the design. I picked one of the red colored areas, and sped through the streets, the few people out pointing out the car and whispering. It was my style of driving, safely yet ignoring all safety laws, which included driving through red lights and stop signs. I soon pulled up next to a police cruiser headed to the scene, and I smirked at the officers in the car, who were staring open mouthed at the car. I pulled in front of them, and sped off.

This marker was about a robbery in progress, with hostages. No problem for me. Well, it shouldn't be a problem for me. I hope.

I slammed the brakes upon reaching the scene, and sprung out of the open hatch in the top of the car. I landed in a crouch, and kept my hands underneath my cape as I strode towards the building. Several cops were already on the scene, guns raised, behind a barricade. I pushed past them, to their surprise.

"Hey, get out of the way!" one of the cops shouted. I ignored them, and pulled a batarang out of my utility belt. One grabbed the back of my cape, but I whirled around, yanked it out of their grip, and stared them down.

"This is a matter I will deal with!" I said. I  was quite pleased that my voice was almost indistinguishable from Bruce's voice.

"But...Mr. Wayne...you're dead," another stuttered.

"Bruce Wayne is dead!" I said sharply. "As you can see, I am not." I quickly turned away and moved inside. I was face to face with two guys almost immediately, who were so stunned they forgot everything else around them.

"It's the Bat!" one screeched. I knocked him out with a well placed punch, then threw the batarang at the other, knocking the gun out of his hand, so I could safely take him down with a kick. I moved farther in, as they were moving all the money out of the back, with several people holding hostages. They hadn't seen me yet, but I heard someone else I recognized.

"Come on, let's get a move on!"

Penguin. Great.

"I sure hope you haven't been taking advantage of my absence, Penguin."

Despite how his thugs were talking, my Batman voice rang through the place, clear as day. Their movement stopped, and I gathered some smoke pellets into my hands.

"You stay back, Bat!" Penguin sounded scared. "I have hostages!"

I threw the pellets, and got to work. I took a few more batarangs and threw myself into the fray, throwing them left, right, and center, knocking weapons out of hands and knocking out henchmen. By the time the smoke had cleared, the hostages were untouched, the thugs groaning on the floor, and Penguin backed against the wall. He raised his umbrella.

"You stay back, you-" I slapped it out of his hand, and narrowed my eyes at him.

"So, just because I vanish for a few weeks, you think that it's a good time to go and tear up half of Gotham?"

"I-"

I put my fingers around his throat and pushed him against the wall. "You're going back to prison, Penguin. And this is the last chance I'm giving you. If I ever see you out doing this again..." I leaned in closer. "I'll kill you. Do you understand?"

He nodded, face turning blue. I dropped him, placed handcuffs around his wrists, and turned to the hostages, still fear stricken.

"You should all get out of here. Go to the police, tell them what you have to say. They'll help you." I walked past all of them, who got up and followed me. As soon as I stepped out of the building, every gun was trained on me, every eye looking in my direction. I raised a hand, a signal for them to lower their guns.

"You have more important matters to attend to," I told them. I pushed past the police, and the news reporters crowding around me, to get back to my car.

"Batman!" A reporter called. Cameras were snapping pictures of me from every angle, and I managed to get to the Batmobile without injuring anyone. I sped off into the distance, leaving everyone with questions that I wouldn't answer. For this was one of many nights that I would don the Batman persona and deal with the scum of Gotham. They would have many nights to question who I was.

A call was ringing in on the Batmobile's systems, from a number that I had recognized for a while. I answered the call.

"Talk," I said.

"Meet me tomorrow, at ten pm," came Jim Gordon's voice. "We have some things to discuss."

Yours in demigodishness, and all that.

Peace out.