Batman: Revelations

[Catwoman]

ok so i'm FINALLY going to write a full story, combining elements of the five or six or however many i've already tried to do. lol. it should be taken as a take on a fifth movie in the burton/shumacher batman universe so some of the stuff may be off kilter (especially in the intro) but i hope you guys like it i even used capitals this time so you better.  

the title is a reference to the last book of the bible being "revelations." thats all i'll say to keep from giving away the plot.

and without further adieu...









Introduction

Gotham City - 1989

"My God, Earl! Can't you find something better to watch?"

Earl Henson seethed as his wife, Darlene, directed him to change the channel, as she always did any time something on TV caught his interest. Grumbling, he clicked the at the remote. "If you can't work that thing, hand it to me and I'll do it," Darlene continued to nag. Earl kept clicking away until the television settled onto a baseball game. It'd been so long since he had seen a baseball game. He looked longingly at the TV, then turned hopefully to his wife.

One look at her glance told him his hopes were futile, and he saddly clicked away from it.

"Find a movie or something," Darlene ordered. "We're paying for that damn HBO, we should at least watch it."

As Earl again grumbled under his breath, Darlene looked over the back of the couch, up the hall, towards the stairs that led to the upper floor where the Hansons slept.

"You should go check on the girls," Darlene said. "I'll run the TV." "No," Earl protested. "You go check the girls, and I'LL run the TV."

"Oh fine," Darlene spat, throwing down the TV Guide she had barely peeked at during the channel surfing and standing up. She cursed under her breath as she headed for the stairs.

Once she was out of sight, Earl eagerly clicked back to the baseball game. Sure enough it was on a commercial. "Damn the luck!" Earl cried to himself. He hoped that just maybe the game would get back before Darlene returned.

He had barely finished that thought when a blood-curdling scream made him drop the remote and spring from his chair.

"EARL! EARL! COME NOW!" Darlene cried from upstairs in a shocked, horrified tone.

Earl bounded up the stairs. Once he had reached the top, he saw that the bathroom door was open and could hear Darlene's incessant sobbing coming from it. He rushed inside and immediately slid down as his shoes hit the blood-covered floor.

"AGH!" he screamed when he realized what he was laying in. Then he looked at Darlene who was clutching their teenaged daughter Macy's nude, lifeless body. There were
deep, bleeding puncture wounds all along her chest, stomach, and thighs.

"MY GOD!" Earl cried, fainting. When he did, Darlene looked at the doorway. There stood their other daughter, eight-year-old Harley. She held a bloody pair of scissors in her hands.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Darlene screamed at her. Her daughter merely smiled, giggling maliciously.

A half hour later, as Darlene and Earl watched the coroner's van slowly drive away with Macy inside, a detective with the Gotham homicide unit approached them.

"We found this in your youngest daughter's bedroom," he said. "Do you know anything about it?"

Earl took the photo from the detective's hand and he and Darlene looked at it.

It was a picture of the man who's reign of terror upon Gotham City had ended just a scant few weeks before.

It was a picture of The Joker.

[johnnygobbs]

Great chapter Catwoman.  Your writing gets better all the time.  Forgive me though, I have one query.  Isn't Harley's surname 'Quinzel', not Henson?  I asuume this is Harley as in 'Harley Quinn'...

[Catwoman]

Great chapter Catwoman.  Your writing gets better all the time.  Forgive me though, I have one query.  Isn't Harley's surname 'Quinzel', not Henson?  I asuume this is Harley as in 'Harley Quinn'...

it should be taken as a take on a fifth movie in the burton/shumacher batman universe so some of the stuff may be off kilter (especially in the intro)

[gordonblu]

Quite interesting and shocking!

[Catwoman]

 

p.s. i need you guys to read this seperate of the old ones. i might have other characters from the other stories in it with different roles, maybe even different personalities (fuzzy freeman might be a lovable teddy bear instead of a pot-bellied pot smoking jerkoff, for instance) so be sure to keep that in mind when you read it.

[Catwoman]

here are the other two parts to the intro. i know this is poorly written but i promise as i get started on the story itself, it'll improve



Introduction - Part 2

Gotham City - Spring, 1999

"Andrea," Bruce Wayne said to his secretary. "I'm heading home. If anyone needs me, tell them to leave a message and I'll get back to them first thing tomorrow."

"Yes sir," the pretty redhead said, jotting down the note as the CEO of the company that bore his name walked to an elevator, jacket thrown over his shoulder.

It was a beautiful spring day in Gotham City, and with no meetings or any pressing matters to attend to, Bruce had every intention of spending it at home in Wayne Manor. Days like this, where he could kick back and enjoy himself with nary a bother were not only rare, they were all but nonexistent. He decided to take full opportunity of it.

As he parked his Bentley just outside the garage next to his giant mansion, Bruce got out and immediately noticed that his butler, Alfred, had also decided to enjoy the day outside, sitting on the balcony outside his bedroom.

"I guess this makes two of us exercising poor work ethic," the kind old man said with a smile as Bruce joined him. Bruce returned the smile and sat down as Alfred, as if he had expected Bruce's presence, poured a glass of lemonade and slid it over to him.

"When I retire," Bruce said, "I'm going to spend every day of my life like this." He allowed himself a smile, though he knew inside that ever being free to make days like this more than a once-in-a-blue-moon occurence was simply unrealistic.

"Master Bruce," Alfred said, drawing Bruce back from his rather hopeless thoughts. "Do you remember, about ten years ago, when I remarked that I wished not to fill my remaining years grieving for old friends or their sons?"

Bruce nodded silently, sitting the glass onto the table.

"Do you ever consider that?" Alfred asked, a grandfatherly smile masking his concern.

"Sure I do," Bruce replied. "But as long as Gotham City needs Batman, I-"

He stopped. After a moment, he sighed deeply.

"Eventually, your own happiness has to be priority number one, Master Bruce."

"Alfred, you know that I lost any shot I ever had at being happy when I was eight years old," Bruce retored, though respectfully.

"Is it that? Or is it that you simply convinced yourself that you are not allowed to be happy because of that tragic night all those years ago?"

Bruce sat, pondering Alfred's words for several moments.

"Give it time," Alfred said with a smile, standing up and patting Bruce on the shoulder. "You'll know when the time is right."

With that, he stepped back inside, leaving Bruce with his thoughts.

"He's right. I'm going to have a life," Bruce said to himself. "One day..."






Introduction - Part 3

Gotham City, Summer 2001/Fall 2002

"Pass me a joint, Mil." "Get it yourself, douche." "Lazy bastard, just hand me one of the damn things."

Milton Bradley and Danny Graves were two high school dropouts who's days were spent seeing who could get the highest the fastest. Danny had dreams of living the high life in Las Vegas, while Milton, a wannabe rapper, wanted to make it on the streets of LA. They're love of using soft drugs far outweighed those hopes, though, so they would just sit in Danny's trailer on the outskirts of Gotham and smoke much of the day.

On this day however, they had been joined by their friend, Jimmy Doran.

Jimmy was an occasional pot smoker and a little bit of a deadbeat, but two things set him apart from his friends: intellegence and dementedness.

He wouldn't harm animals, as some people did, but he would daydream of making people suffer. He was a cartoonist, and his artwork usually featured humans in various states of distress - and often times, death. He would only share them with Danny, who usually threw up, and Milton, who sometimes used the images to write new, horribly violent rap lyrics. He knew he was small time compared to Jimmy, though.

"Boys," Jimmy said one day. "Lets burn this town."

"What do you mean, burn it?" Milton asked. "I'd rather burn a few more of these," Danny said, holding up a joint and laughing.

"Lets take over. Run it right into the ground." An evil gleam shone in Jimmy's eyes as he spoke.

"Dude, are you crazy?" Milton asked. "The Batman'll bust your ass before-"

"SHUT UP!" Jimmy roared. "The hell with anybody dressed up like a bat. I've already got my plan."

"Plan?" Milton and Danny asked at once.

Jimmy merely looked at them, grinned menacingly, and laughed so harshly and so loudly that his friends literally jumped behind Danny's couch to hide.

Over a year later, Bruce Wayne was giving a benefit party for his canidate of choice for Mayor of Gotham City, Paul Jackson at The Gotham Ballroom. Several Gotham officials and dignitaries were there, and of course the press and all their cameras were present as well.

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson!" Alexander Knox shouted, trying to draw the canidate's attention. "How do you respond to Mitchell Hearn's accusation that you took bribes from Francisco Gutierrez?"

"Simple," Jackson, a tall black man with a deep, booming voice replied. "I think Mr. Hearn has a little bit of a guilty concience and a great deal of imagination. Quite potent tools in this business."

He smiled at Knox and walked away as the reporter tried to follow up.

"Dammit," Knox finally said, slapping his tape recorder against the side of his leg. Then he looked up on stage and saw Amanda Gutierrez, daughter of the aforementioned Francisco, performing on stage.

"Life ain't all bad," he said, grinning and heading up to get a closer view.

Across the room, Bruce Wayne approached the table where Commisioner Gordon stood, fixing a plate of finger foods.

"Can you believe the stuff they're feeding us here?" Gordon asked before Wayne had even made his presence known. "Like we're a bunch of zoo animals or something."

Bruce laughed and patted the Commisioner, who seemed to get more and more grouchy every day, on the back. "Enjoy it, Jim. I'm gonna go check out the monkey cages." "Yeah, you do that," Gordon replied sarcastically.

Suddenly, the front door to the ballroom blew wide open in a plume of smoke. Two security guards who had been standing near it were knocked to the ground. They barely knew they were down when two gunshots rang out, striking each in the head. The patrons screamed at the violence and began to herd near the back of the room. Bruce grabbed Jackson and pulled him under a table shielded by a sheet, lest it be an assassination attempt in the process. Then he ran for his date, Andrea Beaumont, to make sure she was protected.

Through the smoke appeared three individuals. As soon as Bruce saw them, his eyes widened.

Two of them were dressed in green suits. The one in the middle wore purple. All of them wore a clown's face paint.

"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!" the one in the middle began. He looked at the frightened crowd, which stood in stunned silence, smiled, and snickered.

"The Joker has returned."

"You there!" Commisioner Gordon called out, stepping away from the crowd and pointing. "You're under arrest!"

The man who had declared himself the Joker merely looked at Gordon for a moment. Then he pulled out a gun and fired too shots, sending the old cop falling backwards as there were more screams. Bruce looked at the Commisioner in horror, then at the assailants. He just stared at them as they left the building, seemingly having only come to announce their arrival in Gotham.

Knowing that he couldn't just leave in this situation, Bruce joined the crowd that gathered around Gordon, badly wounded but alive and concious.

Later that night, on the 11 o'clock news as it was announced that Gordon had been wounded but was expected to survive, the images of the three mysterious men were played for all to see.

In a little cottage ironically situated just miles from the trailer where the new Joker and his two henchmen lived, a young blonde squealed with delight when the green-haired, purple-clad men appeared.

Harley Henson, released from a psychiatric hospital just three years earlier after being incarcerated ever since killing her sister, knew the time was now for her to unleash her inner demons once more.










here's the cast listed above and their role. i only listed the ones who are major players that aren't in past movies . just know that there will be appearances by characters in previous movies, either in present or in flashbacks and some as very major characters, but i'm not going to say which by the way harley's parents are not "cast." picture them how you please.

by the way these are only people with at least a decent amount of dialogue. if they have one or two lines, bleh. lol.


cast

Michael Keaton - Bruce Wayne/Batman
Ashton Kutcher - Jimmy Doran /The Joker
Elisha Cuthbert - Harley Quinn
Jason Statham - Detective Reynolds
Sean Young - Andrea Beaumont
Bill Paxton - Mitchell Hearn
James Franco - Danny Graves
Carl Weathers - Mayor Paul Jackson
Fisher Stevens - DA Ronald Pierce
Christina Aguilera - Amanda Gutierrez
Hector Elizondo - Francisco Gutierrez
Amy Adams - Michelle
Dwight Yoakam - Eddie
Jennifer Love Hewitt - Kara
Cristi Conaway - Alisyn
CCH Pounder - Miss Jackson
Mojo Nixon - Fuzzy Freeman
Eminem - Milton Bradley

[Catwoman]

damnit.

[Paul (ral)]

god i so hate Ashton Kutcher!

[Catwoman]

lol!

[gordonblu]

Milton Bradley huh. Are you toying with us yet again?