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Gotham City
“Alfred? I
need you back in Gotham.” Batman states over the Batwave.
There is a
knock at the wooden door. Alfred likes to say that door is the only civil way into the cave.
“Mister Wayne, are you inside?” Batman hears a stranger's voice. There is a second knock.
How did he find the Batcave? Nobody but I,
Alfred and Richard are aware of the subtle entrances. Whoever they be, they
must be acquainted with Bruce Wayne.
Batman’s left hand hovers over a
Batarang in his belt.
“Is anybody inside?”
Batman drops his hand past the
weapon. The intruder will attempt to
break the door. He smirks and strolls to a steel cabinet adjacent to
the Batwave station. He opens it.
Hm,
let’s see.
It is filled with lethal and non-lethal weaponries—top to
bottom, left to right. His hand reaches for the katana. He hesitates to unpin
it. His hand floats over to the left over a pocket knife with an alluring green
tip, and further to the left over a set of ropes.
This will do.
He picks up an ordinary looking rope and walks back
toward the door. He stops around ten feet away from it.
“Okay, I’m
coming in!” There is a thud. Another one. It gets louder by the second. The loudest thud yet is followed by broken wood pieces falling centimeters away from
Batman’s feet. The door bangs open revealing a man well balanced on his left
leg—still in the follow-through of his attempt to break in. He lands his right
foot just beyond the door frame. Batman studies him. Male. Forties. Above-average physic. Mustache. Brown mustache. Panting
but quickly recovering. Bowler hat.
Batman sighs. “The sidekick.”
“Pardon me?”
Dr Watson takes two steps toward Batman. The ground beneath him shakes. Dr
Watson looks down—there is a slit in the ground between his feet. “What in the
dev—” The slit expands into a massive square
of void that sucks the doctor in.
Free-falling.
Splash.
Dr Watson is pushed a few feet under the surface of water. He swims to the
surface and looks upward—panting heavily. He finds it difficult to stay afloat
by the second. He sniffs. “This can’t be water,” he mutters. He notices a
silhouette.
Batman gets
hold of one end of the rope and releases it unto the well. Dr Watson warily holds the
other end, still panting. The rope begins to glow. “What do you know about Moriarty?” Batman's deep voice resonates inside the well.
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