Midnight, they come out like rats, each one craving their fix. People who would sell their own kids to prostitution just to feel the flick on nirvana the drug gives them. Pumping the poison into their veins, feeling the rush. While their kid is in the back seat of a strangers car, closing their eyes, praying that what’s happing to them is nothing but a nightmare, and, that soon it will be all over, they’ll be back in bed, holding on to their stuffed bear, Mom and Dad looking over them as they drift off to some magical wonderland. How they cry and pray.
It’s a common thing to see in Gotham, young children in the back alley being sold like a piece of meat. Some children, putting themselves in that position, just to feed there younger siblings, while Mother and Father were nowhere to be found. Drug users getting younger and younger, death becoming a common fashion trend.
The walking dead, that’s what the people of Gotham have labeled the lower class, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the venom that was spreading throughout the city, caught up with them. No matter how hard they tried to fight, they would lose in the end, there was no hope for them, they were, as people called them, the walking dead.
No hope, just death . . . . .
BATMAN YEAR ONE
“So, what do these Jap’s want?” Leo Redman, stood leaning against the black Toyota Corolla, as he stared out to sea.
“They’re interested in conducting some business in Gotham, and, my father being the saint he is, wants to help, if they return the favor, of course.” Alberto Falcone, son of Carmine Falcone, the most feared mob boss in Gotham city was on hand overseeing the business deal his father had setup with the Yakuza. Having a business partner like the Yakuza to peddle the drugs and weapons the Falcone family was shipping out on a daily basis would extend the family’s power beyond Gotham, which would make them a force to be reckoned with.
“Ain’t you a little over dressed, Al?” Leo stared at the tuxedo Alberto was wearing.
“This isn’t for them,” Alberto pulled a picture from his pocket and passed it to Leo. “It’s for her.”
Leo whistled, as he saw the beautiful red head with eyes to die for. Leo couldn’t fight the notion that he’d seen her before. “Al, I think I know this girl.” Leo said, scratching his bald head.
“She, is the beautiful actress, Isabella Montas. I’m meeting her at a banquet later tonight.”
“Is that right?” Leo handed the photo back to Alberto.
“Some little shindig Bruce Wayne is having tonight.”
Falcone’s men roamed the docks, making sure any unwanted visitors stayed away. Luckily the cops wouldn’t be a threat, with the Falcone family having it’s grasp over Gotham, the cops in this city were too frightened to lay a finger on them. This city could be renamed “Falcone City” and no one would object. That was power that couldn’t be bought.
“Jesus, when is this snow going to end?” Leo kicked the snow under his shoes, “With the smell of the ocean and this crap, I’m not sure what I hate most.” Leo paced back and fourth, growing impatient. “These guys are taking their sweet time, Al.”
Alberto looked at his watch, the Japs were five minutes late, he knew something was wrong. “Call my father, change of plans.” Alberto ordered.
“What, you think they backed out?” Leo asked.
“I’m not sure, just get a hold of him . . . ” Alberto saw the expression on Leo’s face, turn into one a man who had just seen the devil himself.
“Your friends are going be late, they ran into some trouble.” The deep voice whispered out from behind, before delivering a powerful sidekick to Alberto’s head.
It was a shocking sight to witness, sixteen of Falcone’s men, including his son, Alberto, all being detained in the holding cells. It was the first time for any of the Falcone family to be seen behind bars. Ten years working on the force, and he would have never thought it to be true. It was a first for Sgt. Jim Gordon, though he didn’t expected them to do much time behind bars. Knowing Carmine Falcone, he wouldn’t let his son or men spend much time in the slammer.
“What a sight it is,” Gordon felt the hard slap on the back from his good friend Anthony Chen, “and look, Alberto even got dressed up for this special occasion.”
“So, whose funeral should I be attending this week?” Gordon asked, knowing the first fool to cross Falcone was going to end up dead.
“Wasn’t us.” Chin couldn’t help but smile a little.
Gordon sighed. “Don’t tell me Dent got the Feds involved, as we know by now…” Chen interrupted Gordon.
“It wasn’t Dent or the feds, Jimbo.”
Chen was hesitant in telling his friend, he just wouldn’t believe the story, hell, even he was finding it hard to believe. “It was a bat.”
Gordon chuckled. “What?”
“Some huge bat, came out of the shadows and jumped them. One of Falcone’s men,” Chen was snapping his fingers trying to think of the name, “Leo, he won’t shut up about it. He keeps telling everyone, it was the Batman that did this.” Chen yawned, trying to shake off the drowsiness he was feeling, after working the graveyard shift for five days straight. “If you ask me, it’s just some guy in a some cheap costume playing hero.”
Gordon firmly patted his friends shoulder. “Go home and get some rest.”
Chen was reluctant to agree at first, but, he knew Gordon had a point. “I think you’re right, tell me how fast these guys get released. Me and the boys have a bet going on.”
Gordon just rolled his eyes at him. “Just get out of here.”
The Gotham P.D were suppose to put people like Carmine Falcone and his goons behind bars, not keep them comfortable until they made bail, but, the fear, and power that Falcone wielded was enough to make any brave soul run into hiding. Some people tried to bring down Falcone in the past, but each one either found a new permeant home in the bottom of Gotham Harbor, or were convinced into looking at things a different perspective, one that paid well and one that allowed you to keep your life. In the end it was the same story, the good guys lost and the bad guys won.
” Give it up Batman, if your smart, you’ll give up now.” Just like the rest, Jim Gordon had given up hope. To him, there was no chance of saving Gotham.
Carmine: I want the son of a bitch dead!
Roy: We’ll find him.
Carmine : You better.
Roy: Look, first we’re going to get your boy out of prison, then we’ll deal with the son of a bitch responsible for this whole mess.
Carmine: What did they see?
Roy: They saw. . .
Carmine: Tell me.
Roy: Leo said, it was a bat.
Carmine: A what?
Roy: A giant bat.
Carmine: What about the others?
Roy: Same thing, boss.
Carmine: So, they got attacked by a giant bat?
Roy: Well, a Batman.
Roy: Yes sir.
Carmine: So, some freak in a costume jumped my son and my men?
Roy: . . .
Carmine: Jesus fucking Christ.
Roy: Sir, what do we do about the Yakuza? They’re pissed.
Carmine: I’ll fix that problem. You just find that costumed freak and put a bullet between his eyes.
Roy: Yes sir.
Vigilante or Hero?
BY: Sam Rivers
For the past three nights, a bat or “The Batman,” as his victims have named him, has struck at the Falcone Empire, giving this masked avenger the title of hero by some of the people in Gotham. To Commissioner Leslie Maywood, this Batman is nothing but a vigilante.
Ms. Maywood was quoted saying, “This Batman is not a hero, despite popular belief. The Gotham P.D will not stand by while this vigilante roams around Gotham, putting peoples lives at risk. He needs to know, there are laws, and they are there for a reason, no man is above them. Even this Batman.”
Despite the fact, the Batman has delivered the Gotham P.D some of the most notorious of Falcone’s men. Some responsible for countless murders, including the killings of two distinguished advocates against the corruption in Gotham.
Three days ago, Alberto Falcone was the first victim of the Batman, he and his men were arrested while conducting a business deal with members of the Japanese crime organization the Yakuza. I tried to get more details about this alleged deal, but Gotham P.D has denied that such a deal was taking place.
The biggest shocker to the citizens of Gotham, was when Alberto Falcone was released from their custody in a matter of hours. A spokesmen for the Gotham P.D Stated “There was insufficient evidence to hold Mr. Falcone, and, at this moment, he is a victim from a brutal assault.” The spokesman did clarify one thing. “I want the citizens of Gotham to know, that releasing Alberto Falcone, has nothing to do with the recent rumors of corruption in the police force. The Gotham P.D works to protect and serve the citizens, not Carmine Falcone.”
The question still remains, is the Batman a vigilante or a hero? I guess that’s a question for the people to answer. With Gotham in it’s darkest moment, perhaps this mask man is the one that can save Gotham from despair.
10: 00 AM
” Save Gotham, these people think, this freak is their beacon of hope. HA!” Salavorte slammed the newspaper on the table annoyed with the sudden press the Batman was receiving. ” I oughtta shoot the guy who wrote this crap.”
For the past two days, the Batman had brought nothing but panic around the crime families in Gotham. For now, the Batman was striking only at the heart of the Falcone family. You would have to be a fool to think Batman wouldn’t set his sights, on the other families soon. On the other hand, the Batman was doing them a favor for the time being, by taking out Carmine Falcone, this meant more business for Marnoi Family. Which was seeing their profits rise after the recent events that had occurred in the past days.
“I say we find this Batman, and hang him.” Salvatore Maroni’s youngest brother, Paul, was the most concerned about this issue. Being the dark head little devil he was, he wanted nothing more but to tear out the insides of the Batman. “Give me a week, I’ll find him. I’ll gut him alive, and I’ll make sure he regrets ever putting that costume on.”
Salvatore admired his brothers hunger for violence, the boy was willing to get his hands dirty no matter what, like their father, Luigi, said. “This boy has the demon inside him.” Though all the four Maroni brothers had a little demon inside them, each one ready to take on a challenge, but Paul, he had something darker, something that would make him into stark raving lunatic, a unique gift that helped the family in many tight situations.
“That’s it, champ, you keep that up. When the time comes, I want you to murder the son of a bitch.” Slavatore motioned for the waiter to come, “but, for now, let’s enjoy some breakfast, we’re in a nice restaurant. Let’s forget about the whole Batman thing.” Sal and Paul, were walking in Luis’s Restaurant. A nice little hot spot for any member of the Maroni family to relax and get some good food in there bellies, and, at the same time, getting pampered like Gods. Then again, only a fool would dare refuse and disrespect anyone from the Maroni’s, especially in there territory.
” I’m going to kill him, I’ll make this Batman scream.” Paul Maroni said as the waiter came.
Subject: The cool kids
The cool kids are starting to talk about you, you should really get to know them better, try introducing yourself to Sal and Paul real soon, they’ll love you.
Leslie: We had nothing, we couldn’t hold him.
Harvey: That’s bullshit, and you know it.
Leslie: No, it’s the truth, Harvey.
Harvey: Don’t feed me the same bullshit, you do to the public.
Leslie: What does that mean?
Harvey: You know damn well what that means!
Leslie: We’re clean, we’ve got nothing to hide.
Harvey: I want to believe that.
Leslie: If you got something to say, then say it.
Harvey: I know things have gotten rough, Leslie, but this Batman has given us the golden opportunity we need.
Leslie: . . .
Harvey: We can stop it, stop the corruption.
Leslie: I have no idea what your talking about.
Harvey: So I see Falcone has you bought.
Leslie: How dare you!
Harvey: How dare I? I know you covered up that deal with the Yakuza.
Leslie: There was no deal.
Harvey: Don’t lie to me.
Leslie: I’m not.
Harvey: I’m giving you one last chance to come clean.
Leslie: . . .
Harvey: Now, tell me the truth.
Leslie: I have nothing to hide, Mr. Dent.
Harvey: Unbelievable. So, I assume you and goons are going to take out the Batman?
Harvey: Oh, did that slip?
Leslie: The Mayor wants this vigilante off the streets, and, we plan to do so.
Harvey: Damn you.
Leslie: Mr. Dent, If you want to stop this man hunt, then take it up with the mayor. For now this conversation is over.
– Call Ended-
” I believe in Harvey Dent.”