Gotham City

Barry sat atop a building in Gotham, having decided to visit his old pal Batsy but realizing he was probably out on the job tonight. His long legs dangling over the side as he looked threw his mask to the world below, trying to figure out what to do instead of pester the big guy. The sucky thing about having an ultra bright red and yellow suit is that when it comes to fighting crime in the night, he tends to leave a bright red streak that thugs can see easily. With a sigh, Barry lowered his hand chin to his hand and glared below, worry lines showing through on the tight red material covering his head.

Suddenly he heard yelling from the alley way a few blocks over, then something that sounded like a cry of pain. The Flash was on his feet in an instant, a grin on his face. Well, that was an easy find more the night. He streamed down the fire escape latter and appeared at the entrance of the alley, although he remained hidden around the corner. Barry peered towards the occupants, not at all surprised to see the hulky and ominous figure of Batman. Barry sighed, his excitement for the night gone, and prepared to walk out to meet the Bats when the big guy took off down the other end and was gone. Barry stared for a minute, always surprised at Bats speed despite his size and....well lack of powers. The Flash could go after him, but the big guy seemed to be busy and Barry hated getting in Batmans way. He was always so tense and quick to anger...not a guy you wanted to mess with in the dead of the night. He would wait till morning for that.

Barry sped down the street, leaving a streak of red in his wake as he searched for something to entertain himself for the night. It seemed fairly quiet around the city, despite the warm night air. Usually nights like these brought untold trouble, but not tonight. It almost made Barry even more uneasy that he could only find one mugging (which he dispatched easily) after speeding through the whole 'bad' area of the city. Maybe Bats took care of them all already, which in that case Barry was off for the night.

The Flash once more found himself atop of roof top, this time with a case full of Gatorades and a few power bars in hand. If the badies weren't coming out tonight, he was free to relax and enjoy this wonderful night. He finished a few Gatorades in a millisecond, this continued to sip on one as he dangled his legs and watched the silent streets below.

THE NEXT MORNING
"It seems sir you have in fact made an impact on Gotham." Alfred says aloud, stepping slowly down the staircase. "I'd noticed. Alfred, contact Fox for me this morning. Tell him I'm stopping by, when I was out last night I noticed in the future some sort of radio or sound locator might come into use." I give this response quickly, stepping from the couch and receiving a glass filled with a green protein mixture.

"Master Wayne, you're not seriously allowing yourself to go back out there tonight are you? After all, you do have the day life of philanthropist Bruce Wayne." Alfred chuckles, setting down the remainder of my meal on the side table. "Look at this," he directs with his hand, pointing to the television. "This is a sign. One night out and you leave a 'ruthless' mob dealer suspended from the Gotham P.D flag for the public to see."

"But this is a good sign, Alfred." I reply. "No, Master Bruce; they are not labeling this 'masked man' a hero. He, you are labeled a vigilante." Alfred begins back towards the staircase as I make way for the garage. Before pulling away from the door, I look back. "Have faith in me Alfred." With that I close the door and leave for Gotham.

"Mr. Wayne is back again I see. What would be your request today?" Lucius and I shake hands as usual. "Lucius, I need something for radio transmitting as well as a sound-detector type tool. Would you have anything of the sort in R&D?" Fox laughs, making way for the hidden elevator to 'his' department. "Yes, we would. Are you talking about something that can receive any radio transmission in Gotham or something that can listen in on conversations from afar?" This time I give a chuckle as the elevator door opens. "Something of both."

"Well, that'll need to be modified. I can see to it that it will be delivered..." "Today." I cut in. "I'll need it tonight."

"I don't know what you plan on using these things for, Mr.Wayne. I'm guessing by the looks of it Falcone wasn't suspended by the police and left there until morning." Lucius turns to face me with a now serious expression. "If you are the 'masked vigilante' said to have been prowling the streets last night, your secret is not going to leave this department." He smiles, tucking his hands in his pockets and making way for the elevator. Seconds later, I follow.

THE FLASH
Another night of rain. Grand. The police will be on the hunt for a caped figure tonight, so the rooftops are possibly my only hope of prosperity against them. Tuning in my radio receptor modified by Fox into the cowl, a report given by reporter Vicki Vale tunes in. "Words on a 'red flash' speeding across both rooftops and streets of Gotham has been spotted, but any clues of what it may be remains a mystery. This is Vicki Vale from Gotham News, Channel Four. Goodnight Gotham." The tuner goes to static but I quickly turn it off.

I've heard of this 'red flash' before. A man most definitely, and judging by the reports clothed in red. Depicting the speed, probably some spandex-type material. That'll have to be investigated later. The night is still young, and that boat from yesterday needs more investigation.

It takes mere minutes, but when I arrive sliding against the pavement all that stands in the port is the thump of heavy rain and a blowing wind. Walking towards the boat I step aboard and see dozens of boxes, all stamped with the same logo as seen on the thug's jacket from yesterday. Falcone may be undercover usually, but what was his point in rushing this material to another location?

Tearing the wood from the box, hay covers a hefty metallic pile of weaponry. Guns obviously. Judging by the type, manufactured cheaply by Falcone's men. All automatic, and 9 millimeter. What would be the purpose? The sound of police sirens near, so out of preparation I tune to the police radio and listen in. "Yes sir, Gordon says the vigilante called 'Batman' according to Falcone was over in the Tri-Corner Yards." This is my sign to leave.

I grab one of the rifles and I leap away from the boat. Dropping a smoke bomb and taking cover in a mass of rusted crates and vehicles, I watch as multiple police cars speed in with officers pouring out. These officers have no idea what they're getting in to. "Smoke!" An officer shouts, directing his flashlight beam towards the thick grey cloud. "Come out now and drop your weapons! Any sudden movements and we'll shoot!"

The cloud can provide a distraction, meanwhile I'll make my way for the Batmobile and no officers will be harmed. "You have FIVE seconds! If you don't come out we will fire! FIVE!" I began making my way around the metal as cover. "FOUR!" Nearing the lot's gate, I notice more policeman. "THREE! TWO! ONE!" The officers begin to fire, their sound buying time for me to take out the officers guarding the exit.

Throwing a bola at the ankles of one officer, I bound over him and drive my boot into the other behind him. Rolling from an officer's shots, I duck behind a patrol car. "I fou-" the officer begins, but before he can continue I drive my fist into his face.

Flashlights direct that more officers heard him and are on location. The receiver is still on as a voice says blatantly "Possible sighting of the Batman vigilante, we need a helicopter over." Before I can be spotted, I press against the side of my cowl. "Alfred, call for the Batmobile, now."

The Batmobile speeds in, wheels grinding to a stop. Stepping in, I give the location of my cave. A helicopter flies closer and closer above, which means I need to go dark. The Batmobile turns straight-forward and races across the bridge, heading directly on the main highway. The streets are mainly empty as usual with the exception of an occasional vehicle. However, the helicopter catches sight of me and lowers in the catch a better glimpse. Police cruisers blare with their sirens behind me, awkwardly racing to try and hit this tank of a vehicle off course.

"Batmobile, drop the spikes behind me." A burst in the back and the pop of tires sound behind as The Batmobile swerves onto another street. Few cruisers remain but have a struggle to keep up with me.

He had spent the night atop the building and awoke to the sun streaming over his face. He grunted, sitting up from his uncomfortable spot on the roofs ledge. Well, he hadn't fallen off, guess that was saying something. The Flash looked towards the rising run and smirked, standing up and stretching. After cracked a few joints, he sped off the top of the building and appeared again on the street.

People jumped at his sudden appearance and he waved happily at them, looking around for a place to stop for breakfast. A couple citizens tried to come up to him, but he was already gone. The bakery he stopped at welcomed him with excitement, even giving him his meal for free. He thanked the owner and left with a grin at his bag full of free bagels. He had been hoping for some free food, cause he didn't really have anywhere to put his wallet in his skin tight suit.

He killed the rest of the day atop the buildings, following police sirens when they went by to see the problem. There was one fire that he was able to evacuate the people inside the building for, and a couple shoot outs in the lower districts. Barry was able to entertain himself the whole day with the cities criminal activities, which were a lot more frequent then Central City. It was no wonder the Bats was such an uptight guy.

When dusk fell, Barry readied himself for another night of following the police around town. He devoured a massive meal at a little deli before they closed, then went and hung out by the police station. After a few hours a group of Gotham Cops came out of the building, hurrying to their cars. Barry overheard them discussing a 'vigilante' and he had no doubt in his mind who that was. He grinned and stood to follow the cops.

They arrived at the docks just as a massive and strange black car flew by in the opposite direction. Barry watched it go by for a milisecond, his mind registering it was Batmans car just as it passed him. He turned and ignored the screech of the cop cars as they tried to follow the black Batmobile. The Flash sped off after it, dodging the spikes he sent flying all over the road by leaping over them and the car. A couple of the police cars could be heard crashing behind, but Barry could hear a few still following.

He grinned, deciding he would help the Bat out a little. Barry veered off to the right, going in a tight circle around the cops before leaping and landing on the hood of one of the cruisers. The police inside screamed and spun his wheel to the left, hitting another on one of the cop cars are sending them both into the side of a building. Barry leapt from the hood just in time and landed on the third and final one, his feet leaving a dent in the roof from the impact. He smashed his fist though the cruisers roof, and grabbed the cops head, slamming it against the left window. With the dispatched easily, Barry left the scene as in a blur of red and caught up with the Batmobile just as he as turning a corner.

The Flash leveled himself with the drivers side window and slowed to match Batmans speed, then rapped on the window. He grinned and offered a pleasant wave, then mimed rolling the window down so they could talk.

Slamming into a nearby alleyway, I exit the Batmobile and turn to the spandex-suited man; obviously near the same age as myself. "Bartholomew Allen. I've intercepted reports of you from Central. The Flash. I don't need help with the police, or on that note anything...Flash." And with that, I climb into the Batmobile and continue to glare at him. "Your city needs you to continue what you've done. And I need to continue my investigation. If you're what the people say you are; meet an ally of mine. Bruce Wayne. Go to his Manor in the morning." The exit door slid shut, my vehicle continuing it's route for The Bat-Cave once more.

INVESTIGATION
"Expect a guest, Alfred..." I say, removing the cowl from my face. Alfred steps into the cave, looking at me as I hang up my cape and cowl. "You made an appearance yet again, Master Bruce. With that figure too, the-" "Flash." I say, reclining back in my seat as I begin to type.

"The Flash?" Alfred ponders, setting down my nightly meal. "Yes Alfred, and he'll be our guest tomorrow morning. Real name is Bartholomew Allen. He came from Central, I'm guessing a few nights ago. My first night on investigation of the Falcone case was when I saw him." I continue searching for anything under the database of his name. "No criminal records, spotted across several cities. Seems to be trustworthy."

"Enough to know that Bruce Wayne is the Batman?" Alfred asks, looking as I sit back from the monitor. "No, not yet. Judging by what he does, we both share common morals. Despite the fact that he'd willingly taken out two police cruisers to simply talk to me." I look at Alfred after speaking, his thoughts obviously reflecting from his expression. "Master Wayne, how exactly did you tell him to come here without revealing an identity?" Alfred asks. "I called 'Bruce Wayne' an ally." I respond as Alfred chuckles. "And he believes this?" Alfred continues. "Yes. Now, I'd gotten a good look at the supplies, all of them being automatic rifles. The question is, why crates filled with only one object?" Walking to the Batmobile, I receive the rifle and disassemble it. "Nine millimeter, basic build. Falcone was supplying these to his men." Looking to Alfred, he stares at the weapon then poses a question. "How would you know that, Master Wayne?"

"Simple Alfred, a good portion of the men I fought the other night carried this exact rifle. Others carried common handguns or things of that nature." Tuning the monitor to the newscast from earlier, I examine reports on the 'mysterious tank' wandering the nightly streets of Gotham. Watching with curiosity, the spotlight then loses me as shadows consume the Batmobile. "It seems Fox was right about blending in with that vehicle." The shot then stops, going back to Vicki Vale as she continues the story. "The question is if this man is truly a friend or foe. According to local police Commissioner Gordon, he states 'I have no opinion.' This is Vicki Va-" before she finished I turn the monitor off. "You see, Master Bruce? They don't know what you are. How can the people of Gotham ever trust you if all that remains after you disappear are a couple unconscious bodies and taken evidence?"

I look at him tiredly, standing up from the chair and making way for the elevator back up. "Alfred, these people they're finding aren't cops. I'm doing what they can't, and eventually it'll come to them like a revelation." With that statement, we both ride up in silence.

I am woken up to the sound of Alfred rapping on my door. "Master Bruce, your er, guest has arrived. I would suggest slipping something on other than that robe of yours."

Standing from the mattress, I slip on a suit and walk for the front door. Waiting outside arms crossed, Allen watches the double doors with caution. Slipping between the doors to greet him, I hold my hand out with a smile, going into a better mood. "You must be Mr. Allen, pleasure. My name's Wayne, Bruce Wayne... please come inside. Care for a drink?"

Directing him to the left-hand side of the Manor, I walk swiftly and lounge into a seat. "Would you like to see my private study, Mr. Allen?"

Barry instantly frowned at the man, even more confused as to how he knew his name. Had Batman told him? Wasn't that breaching some sort of superhero code, revealing his identity to a civilian? Barry accepted Bruce's hand with hesitation, nodding in greeting.

"I'm good right now, thanks." He answered back to the man when he asked if he needed a refreshment. He followed bruce through the manor, looking around in obvious amazement, "Nice house you got here Bruce. Gotta say, wouldn't mind a mansion like this myself"

The Flash remained standing as bruce took a seat, still looking around the room. When he was asked if he wanted to see the private study, Barry glanced back at Mr. Wayne with a raised brow, "Sure? I'd rather get to the point though. Not to be rude or anything, but why did Batman send me here. I can see you have money, but I don't really get what you have to do with me or the Bats"

THE CAVE
"But that is, in fact, the point Mr. Allen. If you'd follow me." Standing from the seat, I turn to the bookcase and press my hand against the wall beside it. The wall pushes inward, reading my hand as the bookcase slides to the left; revealing an elevator. Motioning for The Flash as he steps in, the bookcase shuts and we both descend down in silence.

Watching as we near the ground, I step forward and reveal the Bat-Cave. "You look surprised Mr. Allen. I don't know why I've given you reasoning as to know that Bruce Wayne is in fact the Batman, but seeing that we share common morals I did. And I'd noticed you the other night on my first investigation of Falcone. If you're in need of a place to reside, be my guest as to take the guest room. First on the left as you take the stairs. There should be some spare clothes in there as well..."

AMPLIFICATION
"Actually, if you'd like I will take your suit for amplification." I replied. "A few things added to the suit would mean no harm, and editing it for better usage is always good. I'll keep the same design of course, but possibly doing something in your favor to it would be good." Crossing my arms and leaning against the damp, dark stone of the cave, I await his response.

"Uhm.." The Flash looked down at his rather simplistic red and yellow suit, really the only thing special about it was the material. He had made sure to design something that would allow him to move at high speeds and not wear or tear and also follow the pattern of his molecules if he chose to 'Phase' through an object. He patted the suit down, knowing that he probably should hand it over. With all Batmans fancy gadgets, there was no telling what he could add to it.
"Sure, if thats not a problem. I could use a re-vamp, have anything specific in mind?"

"Yes, I do." I replied. It took minutes, but Bartholomew returned with the fabric. "I see..." I said, holding the material closer to have better investigation. "This will take a few hours, so I might imply on burning time either down here or up in the Manor. Ask Alfred for anything, and he'll provide it."

It takes hours, but after editing the suit I return the once basic fabric-material back to him. "Ammonium chloride and ammonium phosphate. A chemical formula added to the suit to prevent catching fire at too high of speeds, as well as a new mesh I personally made. The mesh is built to withstand basic weaponry. Of course, you may be too fast for that but a gift from Wayne Enterprises is built in case of emergency. The padding is a tad bit thicker, but it's no problem to not be as risky. The same material and all was kept for your 'phasing' adaptability as well as follow molecules of your body." Looking at him for a response, I add one last final thing. "As well as it is fireproof, it can withstand multiple elements. Ice slides from it, static electricity is no longer a problem for you; and the boots were built to have titanium soles to prevent wearing it away."

While Bats was off working, The Flash decided to take a peak around the cave. He wandered between the massive columns, waterfalls and machinery, staring up at it all in amazement. He felt naked without the suit, the loose jeans, white t-shirt, and flannel foreign to him. He was sued to tight spandex, not cotton.
He finally made it to the center ring, where the Bat suit was kept in a museum like case. He stared at it, reaching forward to touch the cowl just as the banging of the elevator made itself known. The Flash jumped and reappeared by the entrance just as Bruce stepped out with the new suit.
It was amazing, the new material felt like silk under his finger tips. Barry held it up to examine it, running his fingers down the lightning bolt symbol in the center. A massive grin spread over his face and he looked towards Bruce, "Your a pretty fantastic guy you know that? Maybe we should get you a gig on Say Yes To The Dress" He laughed loudly at his joke, the noise echoing through the chambers, "I want to go try this out on the city, you know of any badies I can take down while I'm at it?"

"I'm glad you enjoy it. And after the incident with Gotham P.D, I would leave the choice to you." Leaving quickly to slip on the suit yet again, I turn to the now dressed Flash. The suit seemed to work as I planned, but the presence of him in my cave felt highly unusual. For me to have trusted someone so easily...

With my materials equipped, the Bat-Mobile is ready for usage as I continue to stare at Allen. "Earlier today I'd intercepted a police report that a search for the remainder of Falcone's supplies after a good portion of it was found at the Tri-Corner Yards the other night. This was where you and I had been sighted after taking out those cruisers. I need further investigation on the location where these weapons are made." Gesturing to the disassembled rifle on the table, I toss Allen a receptor. "Hook that to your mask, so you can communicate with me if you'd like. Where you go however is up to you." Finishing my statement, I slide into the vehicle and exit the Cave for Gotham yet again.