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Batman Triumphant - Part Three

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Batman Triumphant – Part Three

CHRISTIAN BALE as Batman
MORGAN FREEMAN as Lucius Fox
GARY OLDMAN as Commissioner Gordon
MICHAEL CAINE as Alfred
CILLIAN MURPHY as Scarecrow
ERIC ROBERTS as Salvatore Maroni
ANTHONY MICHAEL HALL as Mike Engel
NESTOR CARBONELL as Mayor Anthony Garcia
MALIN AKERMAN as Harley Quinn
HUGH LAURIE as Edward Nashton
DIANE KRUGER as Selina Kyle
TOMMY LISTER as Bane
BENICIO DEL TORO as Trogg
KRISTIN KREUK as Lynx
? as Riddler


“This is our message to Maroni!”

Gordon frantically lifted his gun to fire at the ninja woman in front of him as she brought down her sword at him.

Without warning, the lights went out, but the bright flickers of gunfire still illuminated the lobby in a strobing effect. Gordon watched as a dark shape tackled the female warrior and incapacitated her.

From one frenzied moment to another, the ninjas started getting disarmed from what appeared to be some sort of shuriken being thrown at them. Seconds after losing their weapons, they would either be eliminated by return fire from the police or subdued by tranquilizer darts. After a few minutes, all of the Ghost Dragons were either dead or unconscious.

The lights returned, and Batman stood in the middle of the lobby holding a fire extinguisher and surrounded by fallen ninjas. After nodding to Gordon, he turned to spray the fire behind him with the extinguisher as the sirens of multiple emergency vehicles outside grew louder. At first, the officers and citizens in the room were frozen in shock. A few of the officers rose from their cover and aimed their guns at Batman, while others ran to help the wounded.

The Dark Knight tossed aside the emptied extinguisher and turned to face the cops and public. “It’s ok, Gordon. You can tell them what really happened that night now. The situation has changed, and now I realize that Dent’s memory is no longer what is most important to this city’s spirit or survival.”

The officers and citizens looked rather confused. Gordon just solemnly walked toward the lobby with his eyes fixed on the floor. After a few moments, he met Batman’s gaze with a sigh and glanced at the officers still pointing guns at his friend. “Batman didn’t kill those people that night. Harvey Dent did.”

A few people gasped at this revelation, and the officers lowered their weapons. “Batman wanted me to put the blame on him, because he believed that Dent had to be remembered as the hero of this city.” Various emergency personnel flooded the room to aid the injured. “But I think we all know now who the real hero is....”

Batman surveyed the damage and the wounded, but his gaze stopped at the prone female ninja. She seemed to be the leader of this gang. He had some questions for her.

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The smoke rose as Harley struggled against her restraints. She had suffered humiliation and violation at the hands of Bane and Trogg. She had discovered all of her attempts at finding her mentor’s killer were completely in vain. And now... she was going to die a slow, painful death being burned alive in the hideout of a dead mobster. Surely, things couldn’t end this way.

She furiously pulled at the ropes binding her. Already, the flames had engulfed the perimeter of the room, and her lungs choked on the noxious fumes of burning furniture. A pool of gasoline that had been poured in the bedroom suddenly ignited, and the footboard of the bed began to smolder. She coughed and screamed as she shook the bed with all her might.

A huddled figure jumped through the burning doorway of the room. She could hear the person thump against the ground with a low groan. When it stood up sluggishly, she could see what appeared to be a severely disfigured Salvatore. Before, his face resembled a burn victim’s with puddy applied to it. Now, his entire head seemed to be made of puddy itself. Harley instinctively howled in horror as he slithered over to her.

To her surprise, Maroni didn’t attack her, and instead, he awkwardly began to untie her restraints. This was very difficult for him to accomplish, because his hands apparently had become just as covered with puddy as his face. It was as if his entire body was now made of the disgusting goo. He freed her legs just in time to avoid the fire creeping up the edge of the mattress. After he released one of her hands, Harley untangled her other one. The jester stared at her newfound savior briefly before quickly sifting through one of his dressers for clothing. No words were exchanged between them, but now they were bound by circumstance to work together and escape the fire surrounding them.

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Selina followed the well-groomed butler as he led her into Edward Nashton’s study. She had spent the night several times at her boss’s luxurious abode. A man of his fortune could afford anything he desired for furnishings, and Edward clearly had expensive tastes. He distinctly favored the same modernist atmosphere that Enigma Industries emanated, but his home had several variations of this theme that strayed into other styles. Yet, he managed to do it very tastefully, or rather, his interior decorators did. His study was an eclectic mix of modernism and art deco. Selina sat at his drafting desk and playfully tinkered with the various tools that were laid out. Edward had apparently been working on some camera transmitter design.

It felt good to be outside of the hospital after that horrible night with Scarecrow. She needed a complete change of scenery to get her mind off of what she had experienced and its lingering effects on her psyche. She worried about the strange feline mannerisms she had seemingly developed from her ordeal, but the peaceful aura of Edward’s mansion was thoroughly relaxing.

While sketching a random object on part of Edward’s diagram, she accidentally knocked a compass into a small trash can adjacent to the desk. Selina bent over to fish it out of the can among the discarded drawings but noticed something strange. As she pulled out the compass, she also removed a blueprint with the word “Arkham” written on the backside. She unfolded the document to reveal what seemed to be the official floor plan for the asylum. On it were several notes marking where the security boxes and other important infrastructures were located.

Being in upper management for Enigma, she knew that her company didn’t service the asylum. Syco International was prominently noted in the corner. What was Edward doing with this?

Not that.... Was he connected to the escape? Thoughts swam through her startled mind. Something was very wrong with this picture. She had always known Edward to be a fiercely competitive businessman, but would he actually stoop to this insanity?

There was only one way to find out. Edward was obsessive about keeping a schedule. He planned everything out. She had to see his records to know for sure what he was doing that night. Although she had easy access to Edward’s office, she knew the extensive security in the building would make it difficult to obtain his private records without being discovered.

She needed a disguise. Selina smiled coyly at the silly pun that emerged from her thoughts. She was about to act as a cat burglar; why not wear something appropriately representative of the namesake? After all, Gotham was large enough for more than one costumed crusader.

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“Martial law... I’ve heard this one before. We saw how the ferries idea turned out.” Mayor Garcia wiped his brow as he read an editorial demanding that he use the National Guard to rule the city. In the short time he had been mayor of Gotham, he’d witnessed crisis after crisis. Six months ago, the Joker had tricked him into putting countless citizens on a ferry rigged with explosives while another one full of prisoners faced the same threat. The entire incident had nearly given him a heart attack with all of the pressure mounting on him to ensure the safety of his people. Now, he faced the media reports of the main police station having been attacked by a heavily armed gang with numerous casualties inflicted by both gunfire and a massive explosion. Almost reflexively, he had called in the National Guard yet again, but what other choice did he have?

Batman was the unofficial protector of the city, but the dangers accumulating here seemed well beyond the capabilities of one hero. He was looking for answers before Bane decided to do something else menacing.

“He’s here.” The mayor nodded to his dutiful aide. “Let him in.”

Despite the circumstances, Edward Nashton seemed very confident as he strode into the mayor’s office. “Good morning.” He shook the worried man’s hand and sat down.

Garcia adjusted his seat and held his hands contemplatively. “I understand that you have a system in place that you’re interested in using.”

“Indeed. What I can offer you is much more valuable than any military force. I only need the legal permission to activate it.” Edward’s response was calm and collected, but a hint of his eagerness came through in his tone.

“What is it?” The mayor apprehensively met his visitor’s gaze.

“Well, without getting too technical, it basically transforms the current cell phone infrastructure into a citywide radar system.” Edward watched as the mayor considered his words. “The best thing about it is that it is a passive system. People don’t have to use their phones for this to give us a complete visual diagram of the entire city, because the towers are continually transmitting signals.”

“So what you’re saying is that your system can effectively create a real-time video feed of all of Gotham?”

“Yes. If you let me activate this system, we should be able to find Bane in a matter of hours.” Edward couldn’t hide the subtle smile on his face.

“What about the towers? How are you...”

“It’s all accounted for. Nearly all of the cell towers in this city are either owned by Enigma or one of my subsidiaries. I already have transmitters on the towers I own, and for the few that I don’t own, I was able to convince the owners to let me install some temporarily. They understood the dire conditions we’re facing right now.... “ Edward paused for emphasis. “All I need is the green light from you.”

Garcia hated the idea of letting a corporation spy on his constituents, but Edward’s case was undeniable. “Just temporarily.” Edward nodded as he continued. “This isn’t exactly Constitutional. This cannot get out, ok?”

“It won’t. None of the owners will talk. I can assure you of that. Besides, they’d be accessories if they did, and only the highest levels of my company know about this project.”

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“Scarecrow is missing, and we’re getting reports that Maroni’s old hideout has been burnt to the ground. It looks like we weren’t the only target last night.” Commissioner Gordon nervously sipped at his coffee as he walked with Batman towards the interrogation rooms.

“Riddler wanted Scarecrow, and the Ghost Dragons wanted to exact vengeance on the police for some reason. Yet, their leader also mentioned Maroni by name.” Batman turned to Gordon as they stood outside the room where Lynx was sitting and cuffed to a chair. She had been stripped of her ninja outfit and mask, and instead, she was wearing a humbling orange prison jumpsuit. She was a very attractive Chinese woman and could have easily become a model. The dark knight and his friend observed through the one way mirror as she stared blankly at the wall.

“Maroni has always had influence in your department. The officers serving him must have really angered the Ghost Dragons in some way.” Gordon listened and nodded. “She has the answers I need, and I’m going to get them.”

“One more thing...” Gordon handed Batman a key. “We found this in Scarecrow’s cell in an envelope with Riddler’s ‘?’ sign.”

He placed the key in a compartment of his utility belt. “Do you still have the envelope?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll need that too.”

The interrogation room door opened, and Lynx shifted her focus toward the tall man in the black costume approaching her. She had never really met the Batman before, but she had heard stories of this warrior. With the swiftness of his attacks last night, she was starting to believe the rumors of his legendary fighting prowess. For the time being, she chose to try and stare him down.

Gotham’s hero met the gaze of this strange and dangerous woman. Her green eyes had an unnerving intensity to them that made it hard to continue the staring contest. By the time he stood right beside her, however, she finally blinked and turned away. “You said you had a message for Maroni. What was it?”

Lynx was facing the desk in front of her as she sulked. This was not the way she had planned to make her statement to the treacherous mobster. “He stole from us.” She looked up and scowled at Batman now. “He had to suffer our wrath!”

“So you tried to kill all of the cops who were working for him.” Batman just kept his cold stare fixated on her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Who attacked Maroni’s club?”

Lynx looked away again and remained silent. She didn’t want to reveal everything about the attacks, because she had a glimmer of hope that Bane might be able to rescue her.

“The police have granted me all the time I need to get the necessary information from you. Answer my questions, or I might have to get creative.” Batman walked behind Lynx at this point, and she could no longer meet his gaze.

“I have been trained to resist all kinds of interrogation methods. There’s nothing you can subject me to that is worse than what I’ve experienced already.” The ninja’s stern tone was unwavering, but inside, she felt a tinge of fear creep into her thoughts. King Snake had tortured her several times to build up her defenses, but something about her captor made her hesitant to face his wrath.

“By the sound of your accent, I can tell that you were raised in Beijing. Did you know that your ancestors created a method of torture that leaves no marks?” The dark knight paused to let the ninja ponder his words.

Lynx had no clue what he was referring to, but different possibilities emerged in her mind. “Chinese water torture isn’t from China.”

“Correct, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’ll give you one more guess.” The dark knight traced his gloves along the sides of his captive’s twitching arms.

Lynx squinted in confusion, and found the touch of the grooved rubber irritating. She was handcuffed to her chair and unable to avoid his hands. Why was he playing with her like this? “I will tell you nothing!”

“The Han Chinese used to punish their nobles in a very unusual but clever way. It involved a sensation much more torturous than pain.” Batman suddenly goosed her sides and was rewarded with a high-pitched squeal quite unlike the ninja’s cold demeanor. She squirmed and shook from side to side as she gritted her teeth.

Her eyes were closed tightly in an expression of frustration as the dark knight’s fingers slowly kneaded her ribs. Her arms clasped firmly on his hands, but somehow, he was still able to move them upward into her pits. By the time his fingers probed the sensitive hollows, Lynx swung her head back and elicited a scream immediately followed by staccato laughter.

Batman was pleased with such dramatic results from just a few brief moments of torment. She was even more ticklish than he had assumed. After watching her buck violently in the chair from a full minute of teasing her pits, ribs, and sides, he gave his captive a breather. “Are you ready to talk?”

Lynx was in trouble. This torture was much worse than she had expected. She had no idea she was this ticklish, but then again, no one had really subjected her to this before. Of all the things King Snake had anticipated, he had apparently forgotten about tickling. She wasn’t eager to find out just how vulnerable the rest of her body was, and she was already breaking a sweat from this ordeal. Still, she had to fight through this in the meager hope that her captor would eventually give up.

Batman quickly groped her hips. The ninja flailed uncontrollably again and broke into hysterics. The thin material of her jumpsuit afforded her no protection against the firm strokes of his nimble fingers. As she cackled wildly, she felt his gloves slide along her quivering abs. She kept her physique in top form, but this was one rare occasion where having such a toned stomach would work against her. The poor warrior doubled over as far as the handcuffs would allow in a futile attempt to block his vellication.

“Ready now? I’m just getting started, you know...” The dark knight paused yet again to let Lynx recover. Her face was red from all of her laughter, and a few beads of sweat fell from her chin. He knew she would be a hard one to break, but he seemed to be making slow progress.

“You think you can beat me with this?” The ninja attempted to scowl at her tormentor as before, but her teary eyes and disheveled hair made it difficult to appear intimidating. She desperately wanted the torture to end, but all of the stimulation had surprisingly caused her loins to moisten. She could only manage a resentful groan as Batman tied a blindfold on her.

“When one sense is deprived, the others are intensified. You should’ve taken your chance to speak.” Before Lynx could swear at him, the dark knight pinched her thighs several times, causing her to shriek frenziedly while her legs convulsed against the cuffs binding her ankles to the chair. After a few moments of this, she sent herself falling backwards. Batman caught her by the knees and held her tilted awkwardly. His fingers began to gently rub her knees as she jerked her legs vigorously. He cautiously rested the back of her chair against the floor as his gloves slid behind her knees and poked the tender areas within.

The ninja gritted her teeth once more and whined as she endured soft touches on the backs of her knees. She helplessly kicked her legs again, but the cuffs weren’t going anywhere. Her captor’s hands slid down her toned calves and rested at her ankles. She knew what was next, but she couldn’t sell out her only allies in this foreign city.

“One last time. Tell me who attacked Maroni’s club.” Batman’s voice had a hint of agitation to it, but he patiently waited for her response. As if on cue, Lynx reluctantly shook her head. Her golden complexion was now beet red from her struggling, and parts of her jumpsuit were now damp with perspiration. Her long black hair was a complete mess and matted against her forehead. Clearly, she was near exhaustion.

Light tugs at the heels of her slippers caused the poor warrior to curl her toes tightly in a last ditch effort to postpone her torment. A few soothing caresses along her ankles and the tops of her feet caused her toes to flinch, allowing her captor to pluck her shoes off. The cool air kissed her delicate and slender soles. They were about the same complexion as the rest of her skin, and her toes were short and round. Agile fingers massaged her smooth heels and arches, and her black nails came into view as her toes curled again. Several wrinkles spread across her soles while Lynx awaited the inevitable. Instead of a tickle, she felt his gloves rub the balls of her feet and each toe. After what she had gone through for the last several minutes, this was a welcome surprise, but she didn’t understand how these touches could continue to moisten her inside.

Batman noticed his captive was cooling down, and he could smell a faint scent he knew all too well. He wasn’t here to pleasure this ninja, but he knew just the right way to catch her off guard. Despite being a skilled assassin, his captive apparently pampered her feet, which gave them a seductive allure equal to that of her gorgeous legs, but it also made them very sensitive. When Lynx bit her lip and gasped as his thumbs reached a particularly tender spot in her soles, he suddenly spidered his fingers along her arches. She howled with laughter and thrashed from side to side. It seemed that she was more ticklish on her feet than anywhere else. After several minutes of pulling her toes back and stroking the defenseless areas underneath, the warrior entered silent laughter.

Lynx almost passed out from the tantalizing sensations permeating her body. Her feet were obviously her worst spots for this torture, and Batman had finally broken her. When the dark knight relented this time around, she begged for him to stop. “Please! No more!” She rattled off what few coherent thoughts concerning the previous night’s attack she could maintain in her fatigued state.

Batman idly rubbed her toes as she answered his questions. He couldn’t help but smile at his handiwork. He turned to the one-way mirror and blinked.

“He really is a piece of work, isn’t he?” Jim Gordon chuckled in astonishment at his friend’s strange methods.

Meanwhile, the other officers present just grinned (and a few “adjusted” themselves).

TO BE CONTINUED
 
The twists, the turns, the characters, the depth, the scope...I saw this last night and had a Joker grin on my face with excitement. I read it. I loved it. My heart of course jumped when I read Harley's part - short, but I love the seriousness you've given her character as well as the piece as a whole.

Again, you capture the tone of the movie very well.

Then of course, there's the interrogation scene at the end of this installment. You've written this in quite an original light. It seems to me the usual setting would be the girl strapped down to some sort of table. It may not be the case but it's what I usually stumble upon. Nothing wrong with that of course, if it's written well but I did enjoy the chair and how the Dark Knight uses the chair itself to great effect - tipping it just slightly. The slow peeling of her slippers, his methods, the scene itself and the banter behind the two way mirror were excellent.

Again, I hope more read and leave comments, and if just simply a private request for my own reading pleasure, I'd love if, when you finish this, you'd send me a complete file of the story as a whole.

:devil2:
 
The twists, the turns, the characters, the depth, the scope...I saw this last night and had a Joker grin on my face with excitement. I read it. I loved it. My heart of course jumped when I read Harley's part - short, but I love the seriousness you've given her character as well as the piece as a whole.

Again, you capture the tone of the movie very well.

Then of course, there's the interrogation scene at the end of this installment. You've written this in quite an original light. It seems to me the usual setting would be the girl strapped down to some sort of table. It may not be the case but it's what I usually stumble upon. Nothing wrong with that of course, if it's written well but I did enjoy the chair and how the Dark Knight uses the chair itself to great effect - tipping it just slightly. The slow peeling of her slippers, his methods, the scene itself and the banter behind the two way mirror were excellent.

Again, I hope more read and leave comments, and if just simply a private request for my own reading pleasure, I'd love if, when you finish this, you'd send me a complete file of the story as a whole.

:devil2:

Thanks so much, Marquis! 😀 Harley will get more attention in the next chapter, and I'm glad that I'm keeping the feel of the movies intact.

When I do finish this (probably after part 5 or 6), I'll see if I can PM you a Word file with all of the chapters together. 😀

What's your next project, by the way?
 
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