The Tales of Gotham

The Case Of The Chemical Syndicate

    "And then he pulls out a banana instead of his gun!" Jim Gordon said, laughing. He was sitting on his reclining chair, chatting with his friend Bruce Wayne. Bruce laughed as well, and took a sip of his coffee. He was on the big blue couch in the middle of the room. Jim (or as he's known at the Gotham City Police Department, commissioner Gordon) drank some more of his herbal tea.

    They'd always do this when Commissioner Gordon was off duty. He and Bruce were good friends, and he's known him since Bruce was young. Gordon was also one of the few people who know Bruce's secret. Today, they were discussing the recent episode of a comedy show they both watched.
    Suddenly, the phone rang. Gordon sighed, and got up to answer it. Bruce watched him intently. Upon picking up the phone, Gordon made a face that expressed disgust, and maybe even fear. Bruce sat up. Gordon put the phone down, and stared straight ahead. "Everything all robust Jim?" Bruce asked with concern in his voice. "Oh uh...there was a stabbing." He answered. "They think it's the guys son." Bruce looked down, his mind suddenly filled with flashing images of his parents' murder.
"I have to head over there now but...maybe someone else should as well." Gordon raised his eyebrows, subtly implying that Bruce's alter ego should make an appearance at the scene of the crime. "See you there." Is all Bruce said as he got up and exited the house. Walking outside to his car, he pulls out his cellphone to call his butler, Alfred. He opened the door and slid into his expensive car, waiting for Alfred to pick up.

"Greetings Master Bruce." Alfred answered. "Alfred get my gear ready." Bruce said, starting the car. "It's gonna be a long night." Bruce drove through Gotham City back to Wayne Manor. He passed dark alleyways, people getting arrested, and all the while he thought to himself: I really should start wearing my suit under my clothes. Bruce pushed that thought aside, realizing that wearing his crime fighting uniform under his everyday attire would be hot and uncomfortable.
     Eventually, Bruce arrived at the manor, but he took a little bit of a short cut. He went underneath it. Hidden from view, there is a secret entrance to what is essentially the basement of the Manor. It's vast space, with rocks and bats all over the place. Bruce calls it his lair, but Alfred calls it the Bat-Cave. After Bruce got back from training across the world to fight criminals, he built the entire place. It took him a long time, and he considers it one of his greatest accomplishments.
Bruce parks the car a little further from the entrance, and gets out. He walked up the black metallic stairs onto another metallic platform.
He made a left and went to the Ba-Computer (named by Alfred, much to Bruce's dismay). Bruce sat down in his favorite chair, taking in all the information on display for him. His computer was large, and on it's black screen Bruce saw recent articles about crime in the city.
Typing in codes and numbers he jacked into Gordon's coms. He would be able to hear everything that was said, specifically the address for where he needed to go. Sure, the cops were investigating, but the Batman would also be there in the dead of night.