THE BATMAN 2: Folly of Youth
A Fanfiction Part 3
In a dimly lit hallway just outside an open door to an apartment in a rundown building in downtown Gotham Batman consults with a similarly dressed Jason; tight black pants, a black athletic shirt with an impression where the logo has been ripped off, black tennis shoes, and a short makeshift cape.
In place of a mask or cowl his face from the nose up is painted with flat black paint which makes the white of his eyes stand out in stark contrast to the rest of his face.
“Radio chatter says this is a murder. Family of three. Are you sure you are ready?”
“What has the last two months been for? I saw worse in the narrows.”
“I’m more concerned about your identity. Don’t give any identifying details. Just facts.”
“Ok. I get it.”
“Stay close. We are here to gather information and find a lead.”
Batman walks through the door and into the living room of the apartment where Gordon stands across the room near an open window talking to an officer. There are several forensics officers scattered around the living room and kitchen area taking pictures and laying out evidence markers.
Jason stays on Bruce’s heels as he scans the room.
The family is sitting on the couch, slouched down and limp with blood running down the front of their clothes. Some of it has pooled on the couch and the floor but it is mostly soaked into their clothes.
Mom and dad are on each end of the couch and the TV is playing evening sitcoms and commercials to the room as if nothing unusual is happening. There is an early teen girl on the couch between the two adults.
Gordon inches closer to the window as the officer walks away and Batman approaches with Jason in tow.
“I heard you had a son now but I didn’t expect him to be so big already. What’s his name, Batboy?”
“Doesn’t matter. He’ll come up with something when it fits him.”
“Sounds like some of that new age woo-woo parenting. Might be more effective than my own though.”
“He’ll be back sooner than you think, James. The streets of Gotham aren’t a place for the young. What happened here?”
“Family of three murdered in cold blood. It looks like they were staged after their throats were slit based on the minor struggles around the house. Doesn’t seem like any of them got to put up much of a fight though. Some items appear to have been moved around a bit but nothing seems to be missing and no murder weapon to be found.
The family name is Johnson. Keith was a blue collar worker in a manufacturing plant, Kaitlyn worked retail in a resale shop a few blocks down. Kaylee —”
“Kay. She was in m —” Jason interrupts.
Batman is quick to silence him. “Don’t.”
Gordon looks around for a moment before continuing the briefing. “Kaylee there was in the 7th grade. No known mob connections or debts. No calling card left behind.
Batman has been scanning the room the entire time Gordon was talking.
“Nothing is random in Gotham.” says Batman as he looks toward the floor near the front door. “What about that blood droplet by the door?”
Gordon pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and puts it over his nose and mouth as he crosses the room behind the couch and kneels down in front of the coat closet.
Jason makes his way toward the kitchen area behind the living room but doesn’t stop there as he makes his way down the hallway past the common area, toward the bedrooms.
“I don’t know how you do it. You got Bat-Vision in that mask or something?” asks Gordon.
The view from inside Batman’s mask shows an overlay marking things around the room as he turns his head. The blood droplet is notated, as are scratch marks on a side table against the wall nearby that has family photos on it.
Gordon calls a tech over. “Probably from the family as well but let’s get it documented in case.”
Batman looks toward the couch where the family is and his mask shows green lines coming from the wound on their necks connected to various spots around the room.
“Blood spatter patterns don’t come this way. That’s not their blood.”
Jason pushes the door open at the back of the hallway to reveal a room with lightly colored walls, purple led strips around the top border of the room, and a unicorn decorated beadspread on the bed. There are stuffed animals piled up in the corner and a makeup desk with a round mirror surrounded by clear light bulbs.
He notices the curtain hanging out of the window and the sound of fire escape stairs clanging open can be heard outside.
He runs across the room and sticks his head out of the window. The fire escape rattles as the stairs at the bottom spring back up from the ground and a dark silhouette takes off down the alley toward the street.
Jason pulls his head back in and yells through the apartment. “Someone just went out the window!”
He pulls the curtain back and goes out the window onto the fire escape landing. He climbs over the railing and lowers himself while holding onto the railing before letting go.
He grabs the rail at the floor below him and stops. Then again, he lets go and catches the rail at the next floor. And again. And again. He lets go for the last time and rolls forward as his feet hit the ground in the alley.
Batman and Gordon make it to the window in the bedroom and pull the curtain back to see Jason taking off down the alley toward the street.
“Ja—” Batman catches himself as he pulls the grapple gun from his belt and steps through the window.
“Looks like he’s a chip off the ol’ block.” comments Gordon as he pulls his radio up to his mouth and relays the information to the officers in the building. “We have a runner. North bound from the alley on the east side of the building. Get down there and get a tail on him!”
Jason lunges forward into the air at the edge of the street and pulls his knees close to his chest. His hands make contact with the hood of a car as the driver slams on her breaks and hits the horn. He unfolds his legs as they pass under his body and launches himself into the air again. He tucks and rolls in front of an 18 wheeler skidding to a stop as his feet make contact with the asphalt and pops up on the other side of the the street.
He turns to his left and sees the mystery figure turn into an alley a few buildings down.
Batman drops down from a line on the opposite side of the street and makes his way behind the car as the man in the stopped truck hangs out of the open door shaking a fist in Batman’s direction. “There are too many freaks in this town!”
Four police officers pour out of the front door of the derelict apartment building and Gordon follows right behind them as Jason makes his way around the corner and into the alley.
He is closing in on the man in dark clothes as he launches himself into the air once more. He pulls his legs up and puts his knees straight out in front of him. They make contact with the target’s back and knock them to the ground, face first.
He rolls over, hands up in defense as Jason straddles the figure and starts punching down directly into his face. “She made it out of the narrows! She didn’t deserve this!”
Batman rounds the corner to see Jason’s fists making full extensions before coming back down on the figure.
“Stop!” he yells as he runs forward. “STOP!” he growls.
Batman grabs Jason under his arms and throws him to the side to reveal a bloody, unconcious mess of a person. He bends down and checks for a pulse. The overlay in his mask shows a heartbeak and breathing.
Gordon and his officers come around the corner as Batman turns around and lowers his head in shame. He drops a smoke pellet and the pop of two grapple guns can be heard just before two shadowy caped figures launch up out of the plume and into the skyline.
“Call it in. Get EMS here immediately.” Orders Gordon to the officers at his side.
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