Batman: City of Shadows

[Balls To This]

Batman: City of Shadows will be a fan fiction and the third story in the Nolan universe. Some old characters will return and we will also see some new ones... i'm in the process of writing it, but i'm going to begin the discussions about it now... hopefully to start some hype.

I write a lot over at www.gtaforums.com by the name of 'The Unvirginiser'... got about fifteen pieces of work on there including an entire 'Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Stories' Script.

I'm new to these forums, so i'm not sure if this is the best place to post this and what reaction it will get. But i'm going to hope for the best... I'm going to release two small teaser chapters just to get some discussion booming

The little boy stared upwards in shock
“Luke, it’s rude to stare dear, come on.” The concerned mother was so embarrassed; children’s innocence knew no bounds. Luke was stunned, but his mother wasn’t annoyed, she didn’t blame him.
“Come on Luke, we don’t want to be late for our plane do we?” But Luke wouldn’t budge; he kept staring at the terrifying face.
“I’m sorry about him.” The mother tried to apologise to the stranger.
“It’s quite alright” He replied, the man then gave a heart warming smile to Luke.

Luke took a step back in fear; the scarred face of the stranger made him shiver. It took him another minute to realise that he was in the airport and staring rudely at the monstrous face.
“Mr Harrison to gate thirteen please” The speaker system bellowed in an awful, squeaky voice. “Mr Ducard please report to the declarations office.”

“Luke! We are going to be late! Come on!” Finally the little boy snapped out of the gaze and began to leave with his Mother. The stranger stopped them both with a firm hand on the shoulder
“Don’t worry son” He tapped the silver suitcase in his hand “It will all be over soon”
The mother politely smiled, then grabbed Luke tightly by the hand and made her way to her plane.

“.. And that is why you should never to in to Gotham City on your own! Understand?”

The stranger put his hat back on and tried his best to hide the terrible scaring on his face, but more importantly, his identity, the people of Gotham would recognise him if he wasn’t too careful, then the whole plan would be ruined.

The thick steel door opened with a buzz, two men in suits greeted Edward.
“Good evening Mr. Nygma, I’m Doctor Howard Lector and this is Mr-”
“Mr. Rothwell, yes, we spoke over the phone.” Edward smiled and shook both of their hands. The rest of the room was packed with armed guards, carrying submachine guns and standing in full riot gear.
Edward Nygma was wearing a black suit, his green shirt underneath matched his purple tie perfectly. Behind his glasses, his sparkling green eyes seemed to read Lector and Rothwell as if they were books. There was something about Nygma’s overall appearance that gave off an aurora of pure intelligence. Edward ran a hand through his slick, gelled hair and he sat down at the table.
He motioned to the mirror on the wall, obviously two way. Rothwell read his mind
“ I can assure you that this meeting will be entirely confidential Mr. Nygma”
“Thank you” Edward seemed to relax more and comforted himself in his seat.

Lector sat down at the table while Rothwell opened a thick file.
“Our agency is concerned over the medical affects of your chemicals Mr. Nygma, a dead test subject will not look good for either of our companies. It will be difficult for Dr. Lector to explain why an Arkham inmate has spontaneously died.”
“ I can assure you that the chemical enhancer will not be fatal. We have tested on several animals and the effects are quite impressive-”
“What side effects can we expect from the subject?” Dr. Lector interrupted.
“Massive muscle expansion, brain enlargement which results in greater intellect… endurance, speed and strength are all improved… your perfect ‘Super soldier’.”
“Regarding mass, how large do the subjects grow?”
“We saw generally around a 8% increase in size with the horses we tested on.”
Lector and Rothwell were both writing notes. Rothwell popped his head up and continued the questions
“Has Mr. Fox approved of this?”
“No, Mr. Fox rarely approves of any government contracts, Tom Wayne’s attitude to our partnerships runs through his blood, we cannot afford to let him find out about the experiment.”
“Agreed, as stated in the contract, upon a reasonable succession of the experiment, we will give the go ahead for Wayne enterprises to begin making the formula on a large scale, will this be possible without Bruce Wayne or Luscious Fox snooping around?”
“Wayne is a joke, he comes in an hour everyday and sleeps at his desk, God knows what that smug idiot gets up to at night.”
“And Fox?”
“There’s ways around Fox, trust me Mr. Rothwell, you’re looking at the brains of Wayne enterprises, one old man and a rich kid will not hamper the plan.”
“Good, then let’s hope the experiment goes to plan and we will hopefully have our ‘Super soldier’.”
Edward smiled to Rothwell before turning his eyes to Lector.
“Are we ready doctor?”
“Yes..” He turned to one of the armed guards “Please bring in Mr. Bane.”
He nodded behind the black helmet and spoke through his radio.
“Bring him in.”

Lector began to read from his notes.
“Michael Bane… Robbed Gotham City bank eleven years ago, killed three employees and made away with four million dollars before killing his partner. He then stole a getaway car and killed a police officer, after a twenty minute car chase which left two pedestrians crippled and another officer dead he crashed in to a clothes store, his car exploded, which burnt the store to the ground along with everybody inside. He was shot twice in his right arm before seven police officers fought to restrain him. Bane is serving seven consecutive life sentences.”
“Why him?” Rothwell interrupted, Nygma answered
“Me and doctor Lector agreed that Bane would be the best subject because of his size, after years of steroid abuse Bane is almost seven feet tall and weighs around four hundred pounds. With the enhancements, we believe that Bane will be an excellent test subject, a 8% growth will make him a formidable foe to any enemy.”

A loud buzz filled the room for the third time, every guard held up their guns to the steel door as it opened. Michael Bane entered the room, he ducked his head under the door frame, accompanied by four more guards. His thick handcuffs banged nosily, extra chains and locks held his enormous wrists and hands together. Bane was larger than Rothwell had expected, he was also black, which he hadn’t imagined him to be. His huge bald head was full of scars, he had missing teeth and only three fingers on his right hand.

Bane sat down in the chair, which creaked under the stress of his weight. Rothwell shuffled his notes and smiled.
“Mr. Bane, my name is Christopher Rothwell, I represent-”
“I don’t care, skip to the part where I leave this nuthouse and get my freedom back.”
“Well as Mr. Nygma has already told you, if you are a willing test subject, and the formula is successful, you are eligible for army recruitment, where you will serve a minimum of ten years over seas. There you will be put through a series of experimental exercises to test the formula’s effect upon your body.”
“Why me?”
“We believe that you deserve this opportunity more than others, with what happened last year on the ferry…”
“You saved those people’s lives Bane” Lector smiled as he spoke “When you threw away the detonator you showed the city’s biggest criminal that there are still good people in Gotham, ready to sacrifice their own lives to save others. We believe that deserves an opportunity for freedom.”
Bane shifted in his chair.
“And what effects will it have on me?”
“Increased size, strength, speed and intelligence, we want to use you as a super solider for combat, if this experiment is a success, we can use it on a much larger scale and create an army of superior soldiers.”
Bane looked Rothwell in the eyes, obviously deep in thought
“So do we have a deal?”
Bane maintained his stare of concentration, Edward leaned forward on his chair
“Michael, we already took you out of that prison, we moved you here to Arkham where it’s more comfortable, we even moved you next to your desired cellmate. We can’t be more fair than that, if you don’t want to be our test subject, then you can go back to your little cell and forget about this whole thing.”
“Desired cell mate?” Rothwell seemed very concerned.
“ I wanted to be next to him, he tried to kill all of us on the boat, I wanted to thank him…”
“Thank him?”
“If he hadn’t done that, then I wouldn’t have been able to save all them lives, he has set my soul free.”
Lector, Nygma and Rothwell gave each other confused looks.
“The Joker?” Edward asked, Bane smiled and tensed his huge biceps.
“One more condition..” Bane demanded, looking at Rothwell
“Yes?”
“I want your copy of the paper, and a new one given to me everyday.”
Rothwell looked down at his copy of the Gotham times
“This?”
“Yes, I used to read the puzzles, they help pass the time.”
Rothwell smiled and handed his paper to the guard
“That can easily be arranged, the old Riddler’s puzzles, you know the man who writes them is sat just over there.” Rothwell motioned over to Edward, his green eyes sparkled behind his glasses. He blushed momentarily an then gave Rothwell a very aggressive glance.
“I’m glad you enjoy them Mr. Bane, the point of the Riddler is to remain a mystery, but obviously Mr. Rothwell knows something the rest of Gotham doesn’t.”
“ Edward, sometimes our agency has to trace anonymous letters to the Gotham times, especially from a man who has shown a level of.. Dangerous intelligence.” Rothwell gave Edward a smug grin and was returned with a look of pure evil.
“Well thank-you for sharing that with everybody in the room, Rothwell, congratulations, you are all the first people in Gotham to learn that fact that has been a secret for almost a decade.” Edward got up and began to head to the door “I will contact you shortly Mr. Lector, let’s hope everything goes as planned and Mr. Rothwell can get what he wants and will take his leave.”
He politely nodded to everybody and then swiftly buzzed himself out of the room.