Author's notes: So, I changed the title of this chapter, big deal. Gotham's first season is over, THAT IS A BIG DEAL! Now we have to wait for an unknown amount of time until season 2 is released to Netflix.

But I promised to reveal who the protagonist is here. Well, I'm going to do it like this. It's not said straight in the story, just implied, but the comic I said this story was based on was actually 1/6 of that comicbook story. It was-

Black Glove

''This case was closed, Jim!'' Harvey Bullock told his partner running after him around the Wayne Manor. ''What the hell got you pulled back to pursue it!?''

''When we left it alone, it was left alone,'' James Gordon answered looking around the grounds around the estate. ''But if someone is planning to make it worse than where we left it, we owe it to Bruce Wayne to keep his parents reputation from being trashed post-mortem. Especially when we didn't actually catch the real killer.''

''But a family feud possibly connected devil worshiping cult!? That's usually where I step of the train.''

''That's the part that happened years ago,'' Gordon said pulling out his phone. ''We don't know if there it actually a cult working here. This is Gordon, I need perimeter put surrounding the Wayne Manor and the surrounding areas. We are pursuing conspirators who may also be connected to kidnapping of key witness and, dammit, and possibly have ties to cult activity!''

''JIM!''

''Copy that,'' Gordon said closing his phone. ''Hope I'm wrong.''

''200 years ago Barbados was beyond our abilities to explain or comprehend. A myth, a demon. Now we have dark science on our aid. A new understanding of tie and unearthly lifeforms.''

He heard voices and felt as he was being laid on his back and tied to a table. Candle light was the only light in the dark room. And he was wearing something new on his clothes. Some sort of ceremonial cloak tied to his neck and a cloth covering his eyes, but with eye holes. A mask.

''A sacrificial victim. Gotham Goat-Home. A scapegoat devil. The human bat.''

It didn't take long for him to focus his vision through the eye holes. It seemed… familiar. And what he saw was the woman he had met and who had given him a job to do, holding a dagger. Marcia Kane had also changed her appearance to shorter, blonder hair style and was wearing a fur-coat over her suit. If he hadn't recognized her face, He would have taken Marcia for someone else. And next to Marcia stood cloaked figures with blood hand print on their shoulders and one holding a video camera, narrating.

''Footage of Martha Wayne committing murder! Of a detective hired by her family.''

''Marcia,'' he gasped trying to sit up, but was kept by his binds, ''what are you doing? Who are these people?''

''A man's soul is in his reputation, his legacy,'' the cameraman narrated as Marcia lit a cigarette. ''Destroy a reputation, destroy a soul.''

''Documentary evidence against the Waynes and the butler. Fake photographs, letters,'' another cloaked figure said holding a folder. ''Souls to feed Barbatos.''

''No one is losing a soul but you, Marcia,'' he said to Marcia other cloaked figures begun to pour gasoline on him. ''You don't need to do this. Tell them to stop, TELL THEM TO STOP!''

''Save your breath, bat man,'' Marcia said mockingly looking at her lit cigarette. ''I would give up anything to never grow old.''

''That's what this is about!?'' he growled under his teeth while spitting away the gasoline. ''And these cultists to actually can deliver something that insane!?''

''They are not simple cultists,'' Marcia said pointing at the man holding the camera and he pulled of his cloaked hood to reveal his face. ''This is Doctor Simon Hurt, better known… as Thomas Wayne.''

Outside Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne looked from his door step as uniformed police officers roamed his estate looking for the mysterious detective who had disappeared with signs of struggle left at the scene of his disappearance. In his hands, Bruce was holding the book that the detective had dropped behind. It had some of the strangest writings on it about witch hunts by a witch hunter by the name of Mordecai. Pirate encounter of the Black Beard himself written by a man named Jack Valor who was saved by an unknown man wearing his father's clothes and then told him to carry on.

''What's going on?'' a girl's voice said behind him and Bruce turned to see Selina Kyle.

''Detective Gordon found another lead on what happened to my parents and brought him here,'' Bruce told the girl dressed like a cat burglar. ''And then he was captured.''

''This place sucks as a safe house,'' Selina said before noticing the book. ''That looks familiar.''

''Have you seen this before?'' Bruce asked.

''Yeah, some grunt who ran me up had it on him and asked about-'' Selina said, but then cut her sentence short. ''Now that I think of it, he kind of looked like you. You know, if you were taller and had a deeper voice.''

''Detective Gordon brought a man here who he said was looking into what happened to my parents,'' Bruce said looking at the book and opened it on a page. ''But this is what makes me suspicious of who he said he was.''

''What is it?'' Selina asked looking at the page Bruce had opened on the book. ''Witch hunting love story?''

''It's not that, look at the handwriting,'' Bruce said while pulling out a note he had written, ''and compare it to this.''

Selina looked at the note, something about some area of research Bruce had done about his company, and after looking back and forth between the book and the note she saw what Bruce was talking about.

''It the same handwriting. Are you saying you wrote this?''

''No,'' Bruce said shaking his head, ''I'm saying that man had a book with my handwritten part in it.''

''Totality approaches!'' Doctor Simon Hurt spoke next to Marcia. ''In the name of the next Red Rock and the Rage, and the angels and the dukes of the dark side inferno pits. Barbados, give us a sign of your presence!''

''The other Thomas Wayne from the 1800s,'' he said speaking over whatever ritual was going on. ''You're the missing portrait, the devil worshiper. How-''

''Barbados gave him an eternal youth and with your sacrifice I shall have it too,'' Marcia said. ''And in time, after all of this is done, he will be a part of his family again after Bruce has been informed of the truth-''

''You mean LIES you have created!?'' he spat outraged of being used as an accessory. ''You are destroying two dead people's reputations, ruining third one's life even worse and PRACTICALLY COMMITING MURDER RIGHT HERE!''

vworp…

''A SATANISTIC RITUAL GIVES YOU NOTHING BUT HELL ON EARTH, MARCIA!'' he raged on as Marcia threw her lit cigarette on him and set him ablaze. ''AN APOKOLIPS! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!?''

vwrop… Vwrop..!

''I ALREADY SAVED THAT BOY FROM A MADMAN LIKE YOU!'' He yelled enraged, leaning his burning body towards Marcia and Doctor Hurt. ''YOU REALLY THINK I'M JUST GOING LAY DOWN HERE AND DIE WHILE YOU RUIN HIS LIFE!? MY LIFE!''

VWROP!

His left hand broke free of it's binds and with the fire, adrenaline and rage he freed the rest of his limbs and stood up. Ignoring he was in flames and wearing what he was wearing he was intimidating sight.

''Barbados,'' Doctor Hurt said looking at the burning Batman as others shook up to this sight, ''is it you?''

''There is no Barbados,'' he said looking at his left hand that was vibrating and had a strange hole in it. ''I remember where this happened.''

Flashback:

''I connect your mind with the TARDIS telepathic circuits-'' the Doctor said sticking the wire into Batman's left handpalm.

''Argh!'' Batman grunted to the stinging pain.

''-and now you open your mind for the TARDIS to locate that place you escaped from.''

''I know who I am,'' he said reaching for the folder holding all the falsified evidence and grabbing it pressed it against his chest making it burn with him. ''Your lies will burn, but the truth will prevail.''

''There's light coming from over there!'' Gordon said leading a group of uniformed cops through the woods near Wayne Manor.

It was a secluded crypt. Hidden from anyone's view. As Gordon approached it with his men, the crypt opened and men in robes ran out as if they were the Devil himself was behind them.

''Grab and cuff them!'' Gordon yelled orders to the officers as a burning Batman emerged from the crypt pulling another robed man and a Martha Wayne look-a-like.

''This is that other Thomas Wayne's crypt and this is Marcia Kane,'' the Batman spoke throwing Gordon a camera and a burner phone, making him lower his gun to catch them. ''And that's your evidence. Keep up the good work, Commissioner.''

''I'm not a-'' Gordon was about to respond after getting his posture back, but when he did, the Batman was gone.

Next day at the police station

''Marcia Kane is arrested and the cult she was working with is called the Black Glove,'' Gordon told the visiting Bruce Wayne and Alfred at his desk. ''Their leader, Simon Hurt, was working psychiatrist at Willowood Military Psychiatrist Hospital. According to the evidence Booker left us, they were Satanists worshiping Barbatos, an ancient bat god and were going sacrifice him as a blood sacrifice and frame your parents for crimes they didn't actually commit.''

''Sickos,'' Bullock muttered.

''But Booker stopped it,'' Gordon continued. ''He got us evidence to expose their attempted conspiracy by recording the events of his kidnapping to an audio file on his burner phone that matched with video footage they were recording to create more falsified evidence.''

''And, what happened with Mr Booker?'' Alfred asked. ''And where is he?''

''Gave us the evidence and bailed,'' Bullock said shaking his head. ''Not to mention he was on fire and pretty calm about it.''

''No idea why he did it, but we're searching for him,'' Gordon said pausing as he said it. ''Or his body, considering.''

''So, am I to assume that my parents' reputation is safe?'' Bruce asked, holding the book hidden under his jacket.

''The conspiracy the Black Glove attempted to build is revoked. Everyone knows that all the evidence against Thomas and Martha Wayne is fabricated,'' Gordon said reassuringly. ''Bruce, I know this didn't bring us any closer to finding your parents' killer, but their value of memory has been saved. We should be thankful for that.''

Bruce nodded and turned to leave with Alfred. Bullock also left to go somewhere else too and Gordon was left alone. Another case behind him and it was to time to move on again. But it was Booker's fate that kept bothering him.

And the fact that he had called Gordon… Commissioner.

Author's notes: Return of Bruce Wayne issue number 5, The Mascarade. That's the comic I was basing this story. Stretched from a quick 20 paged story to an episode length story. The protagonist who Gordon named Booker was Bruce Wayne. But considering the existence of the DC Multiverse, which Bruce Wayne? There was a hint this story to answer that.