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Posted by Batman
on 10/9/2008, 1:15 am
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__Gotham City__Gotham Heights Apartments__11:00 AM__
Mark Austin plopped down on his couch and began to flip through the channels on his television. He could hear the rhythmic sound of Queen and King celebrating their release from jail in his guest room again. He turned the volume up to cover the noise and popped the top on a beer. Jack sat across from him in a recliner and lit a cigar.
“Man, thanks for busting me out of the joint.”
Mark tipped his beer and chugged the rest in a single gulp. He was trying to forget the sight of the dead policeman. Those men had been his friends, now they were dead. The image had haunted him for the last two days. The group had gotten back and holed up his apartment. Ace was supposedly out getting supplies for their next job. Mark secretly wished he wouldn’t come back.
The sound of his front door slamming caused him to sit up quickly.
“Suit up, were rolling.”
Mark sighed and dragged himself off of the couch. The team assembled in their uniforms and pulled street clothes over them to hide their identities. Ace led them out of the apartment. As they reached the ground level Mark cursed.
“It’s still raining? It’s been raining for days.”
Ace laughed and herded them into the car.
__Gotham City__Wayne Manor__12:15 PM__
Bruce opened his eyes and rolled over.
He had slept for close to 6 hours, more than he usually got in three days. He sat up in his enormous bed and rubbed his eyes. He has spent the night before trying to get a lead on the breakout at Gotham Central, but was having no luck.
He rose from his bed and walked to the speed bag that hung in the corner. He began his morning routine by stringing together a string of 500 punches as quickly as he could. It took about 7 minutes, he was moving slowly today.
Next he hit the floor and did 1,000 sit ups. He rolled over and ground out 1,000 push ups. After the physical exercises, he sat cross legged and began to meditate. His mind needed to be exercised and he practiced separating his consciousness from his body. He had learned this technique from a monk in Darfur. The meditation allowed him to separate himself from his physical body, thus eliminating pain. It took mush practice, but when he was fully concentrated he could continue to fight with broken ribs and sprained joints.
After a 20 minute meditation he rose and walked to his bathroom. He showered off and walked into his wardrobe. He selected black slacks and a black polo style shirt. Silently he dressed himself and then headed out and down the stairs to the parlor.
“Good morning Master Bruce.”
“Good morning Alfred.”
Bruce sat down in an oversized chair next to the fireplace and folded his hands together.
“Would you like me to make you something to eat before your meeting today Master Bruce?”
Bruce nodded.
“No thank you Alfred, I’m not feeling very hungry today.”
Alfred bowed and headed for the door.
“I shall pull the Bentley around front then Master Bruce. I should warn you, you may want to wear a parka, the rain seems to be getting heavier today.”
“This rain seems so strange Alfred, the storm is not moving, and it’s as if the storm is being held here by something.”
“That is rather odd.”
Bruce sighed and stared into the dying fire.
__Gotham City__Wayne Tower__2:00 PM__
“And that is how we plan to increase profitability in the foreign market.”
The room erupted into clapping and cheers. Luscious Fox, acting CEO and President of Wayne Enterprises stepped down from the podium. Bruce nodded and flashed a dashing smile. He stood, walked across the room, shook Fox’s hand and pulled him aside.
“Luscious, I need you to look into something for me.”
“Mister Wayne, anything I can do for you don’t hesitate to ask.”
“I need you to look into this weather we are having, I want to know why the rain clouds don’t move.”
“I will see what I can do.”
Bruce shook his hand again, and headed out the door. When he reached the garage, Alfred opened his door and he took his seat.
“How was the meeting Master Bruce?”
“Very good Alfred, Luscious is about to annex another foreign distributor.”
Alfred drove through the pouring rain and headed back for the manor.
“I asked him also to look into this storm. If there is an outside factor, Luscious will be able to determine what’s going on.”
Suddenly Alfred slammed on his brakes. A brown car zipped past inches in front of them running a red light. The sound of sirens began to echo in the car.
“Alfred, hurry home please.”
“Yes Master Bruce.”
When it was clear, he drove on through the storm as quickly as he dared drive.
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