untitled batman fanfic

[Catwoman]

at johnnygobbs insistence (yes he spoke to me from the dead, lol) i'm going to post a story i wrote a couple years ago. i still have to do the last chapter, never finished it, but this will give me incentive to!




chapter 1:

"welcome to all of you," said commisoner gordon at the start of the ball. "a special welcome to bruce wayne, the gotham city man of the year!" the audience broke out into cheers as bruce stepped onto the stage to accept his plaque and check. as the audience died down, one member of the audience continued, but she wasn't cheering. "boo! boo!" the young woman shouted. "get off the stage ya bum!" "get her out of here," shouted gordon, motioning to two officers. as they approached her, she dropped a bag. she giggled. "oopsy." the girl bent down to pick it up, sticking her butt up in the air. her miniskirt gave the two officers a prime view of her thong, and since the ball was meant to be fun and rejoiceful they allowed themselves to enjoy the view. she stood up and reached into her bag and pulled out a compact mirror.

"okay lady lets go," said one officer as she opened it. the girl blew into the mirror and dust flew up into the officers face. he began to choke, gasping for air as he held his throat. the other officer started at her but she kicked him in the stomach and followed that with a kick to the face that knocked him out cold. then she backflipped onto the stage and stood before bruce and the commisoner. "five, six, seven, eight, who do we appreciate?!" she said in a happy tone with a grin. suddenly a back wall of the ballroom exploded. all of the guests except the girl cried out and ducked for cover. she just looked towards the explosion with a hopelessly in love look. "he knows how to make an entrance," she sighed. as smoke filled the room a number of armed goons ran in, spraying the ceiling with machine gun fire. "what the hell is going on?" shouted gordon. "i don't know" bruce replied. inside he did. "i've got to get out of here," he thought.

just then, a figure in the smoke began bouncing towards them. "the joker!" several guests shouted. indeed it was the joker, riding a pogo stick. he bounced up onto the stage where gordon and wayne were being held at gunpoint by the goons. the girl walked over to him. "harley," he said. "white and brown just aren't your colors," remarking on her button down top and miniskirt." "your right," she replied. she ripped her top off, revealing a half black, half red bra and pulled her skirt off to reveal that her thong was the same colors. "whats the meaning of this?!" shouted gordon. "what are you doing here?!" the joker walked over, carrying his stick. "guns down, boys" he said. the goons all dropped their guns onto the floor and held their arms up. "you're right," the joker said, standing in front of gordon. "arrest me." he held out his stick for gordon to take. commisioner gordon looked at the goons and at the joker. "arrest them," he said as he reached for the joker's pogo stick.

the joker turned the pogo stick up, pointing it at commisioner gordon. he hit a button, causing the end to fall off. "nighty night, jimmy," he said. he hit it again. a gunshot sounded throughout the room. commisoner gordon grabbed his heart and wailed stumbling back. then he looked at the end of the stick. one of the joker's "bang" flags stuck out the end. "aw sh*t," the joker said. "picked the wrong button." he hit another one. the flag shot out of the end of the stick. its pointy end pierced gordon's chest. bruce, along with the rest of the guests, looked on in horror. bruce's eyes were on commisoner gordon as he fell to the ground. he didn't see the joker pull out a small pistol and barely noticed as he was shot in the upper arm. he went to his knees, clutching it but his eyes were on his friend and ally. he heard a spray of bullets behind him as the joker's goons machine-gunned the two officers and the joker himself took random shots at men in the audience while harley danced around, gigglying in her skimpy outfit.

moments later the joker, harley, and the goons departed. they hadn't taken any jewels but rather eight well known business men, the two cops, and commisoner gordon's lives. the wives of the murdered men and most of the other women in the ball room and even a few men cried openly, profusely. police had begun ushering people out of the ball so they could investigate. the wounded, including bruce, had all been taken to the hospital. bruce still hadn't really felt the pain of his shot arm not even as it was nursed. he was in shock and disbelief that he had just stood by and watched perhaps his best friend in gotham be murdered in cold blood. as alfred drove him home, bruce thought. "how the hell could i just stand there? why didn't i stop him? why didn't i recognize harley?" alfred could sense bruce's inner turmoil and it hurt him to see the man he had raised as a son after bruce's parents' murder in so much emotional pain but he left him with his thoughts as he drove.

commisoner gordon's funeral was a mournful celebration of the man who had reformed the gotham police department and rid it of corruption in his rise to the role of commisioner. his days as a cop were fondly recalled by his friends and his days as the commisioner were recalled by the detectives and officers who'd worked under him. his grieving daughter barbara was too distraught to speak. bruce attended, his wounded arm in a sling that was disguised by his coat. he had been asked to speak and as he did, his voice cracked, the pain of losing his parents now doubled by that of his friend. "jim gordon was a great man, and....and..." he lowered his head and stepped from the microphone. alfred put his hand onto bruce's shoulder as he silently wept after sitting down.

[Catwoman]

well i can see this was a waste of f***ing time. 

[Batnar]

well i can see this was a waste of ***** time.  

Not entirely so, kitten. (a dangerous one).

I will definitely read this one tomorrow morning. My eyes have taken quite a beating today as I was working on the pc all day.  I'll have my review up soon. So far you have been hitting em out of the ball park. I'm sure this one, regardless of its age, will be no different.  

[Paul (ral)]

well i can see this was a waste of ****ing time. 

Firstly there is no need to bad language and secondly 4 hours isn't a long time to wait for people to respond. chill

[Catwoman]

it had like 20 views in those 4 hours so people obviously looked. thats why i said anything.

[Dark Knight Detective]

it had like 20 views in those 4 hours so people obviously looked. thats why i said anything.

LOL, I was one of the 20 people who viewed it. I have to find a better time to read it.

[Catwoman]

ok. bleh.

[Joker81]

Hey catwoman, great story. Cant wait to read the rest!!

[Catwoman]

thanks. i'll post part 2 tomorrow or sometime.

[Batnar]

What a depressing chapter... 
It was very well written, not unexpected. The joker gun scene is really interesting. I really liked how that worked with the bang flag.
Harley must have looked super hot in that thong. My imagination runs wild. Sometimes too wild. lol..

Poor Bruce... I'll be on the lookout for the next chapt.

Good job!