Happy halloween Blackjacks, I'm sorry that I can't give you a good halloween themed chapter, but I still decided to give you an update on my favorite holiday.

19:30 WAYNE MANOR AUG 3RD 2004

I straightened my bow tie in the mirror of my office when Alfred walked in. "Your guests have been waiting for you to join them for quite a while Master Bruce," he said expectantly.

"I'm a playboy Alfred, I can't exactly be punctual," I said, putting on a fake grin. "So, how do I look?"

"Like a young billionaire with too much free time," Alfred said frankly, opening the door behind him and gesturing for me to exit. "Now if you don't mind sir."

"Not at all Alfred," I said, walking out of my office and into the small hallway, bumping into a well built man. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, it's my fault anyway," the man said in a surprisingly familiar voice. "Bruce Wayne?"

"In the flesh," I said, spreading out my arms and smiling cockily. "You're Captain Gordon aren't you?"

"Yes," the sandy haired man answered, adjusting his glasses and beginning to walk back towards the party with me. "I must say I was rather surprised to receive your invitation."

"Since the Commissioner was busy at Mr. Falcone's annual dinner, I decided why not have a respected Police Captain instead," I answered casually, resting my hand on the other mans brown black suit jacket. "Did you bring your wife Barbara?"

"No, she's too busy with JJ," he answered, running his hands through his hand through his hair nervously. "I wish I could've stayed in myself, I've been killing myself with this ridiculous case the Commissioner has me working."

"What case might that be, if I'm allowed to know?" I said, stopping at the double doors that lead to the ballroom.

"He has me working not he reports of this 'Batman' that's been beating up thugs lately," Jim answered, leaning up agains the red painted wall. "I'm convinced he's just trying to keep me away from his gang of corrupt cops."

"Corrupt cops?" I asked, doing my best at failing ignorance. "I'm not sure I should be donating to the GCPD if there are corrupt cops in it, especially not the Commissioner."

"Forget I said that, please, there are still good cops who need all the help they could get," Jim said, standing up straight, looking up at me hopefully.

"Don't worry Jim, I wouldn't dream of depriving the police of my donation," I said, resting my hand on his shoulder. "Now what do you say we rejoin that party."

I stepped up onto the stage and walked up to the podium, Alfred standing closely behind me. "Hello, I'm glad you could all make it," I began, smiling down at the room. "I'm sure you know me, or have at least heard my name on the news. For those of you who have been living under a rock though, Let me tell you about myself. My name is Bruce Wayne, and though I was born and raised in Gotham City, I haven't been much of a permanent fixture these past few years. I only just came back to the city I love, but I must say that I am disappointed. Gotham used to be one of the greatest city's in America, but since I've left things have changed. Crime and unemployment have all gone up, and the orphanages in the city hardly have enough money to take care of the kids they already have, let alone all the new ones that are made every day. Now I know that money can't fix all of this, but it definitely won't hurt. As of tonight I am officially Starting the Martha Wayne, and Thomas Wayne Foundations in honor of my parents, two people who loved Gotham City more than any other people I've known before." The crowed was silent for a while, looking up at me with surprised looks on their faces. "Again, thank you all for coming to drink all my good whine and champagne!"

The room was still silent as I walked off the stage, two reporters standing at the bottom of the stairs. On my left was a tall man with wire frame rectangular glasses, well groomed black hair, a strong jaw, and a notepad in his hands making it quite obvious that he was Jack Ryder. Standing next to him was a slender woman in a red cocktail dress, her blonde hair loosely draped over her shoulders, a black tape recorder in her left hand.

"Mr. Wayne, would you like to elaborate on what the Martha and Thomas Wayne Foundations will be helping with?" the blonde said, pushing the button on the recorder.

"Of course," I said when the glass of the windows behind us shattered, grenades tailed by green gas flying into the room.

People began screaming and running around the large room, giving me enough time to run into one of the closets and rip off the Velcroed on suit to reveal my new uniform. I pulled the cowl over my head, pulled a gas mask out of my utility belt, and stepped back out into the room just as the main double doors opened, a scrawny man in a torn up suit and a scarecrow mask walking in.

"Hellow Gotham officials!" he yelled, spreading out his arms to the sky as everyone began freaking out even more and a gang of gas mask wearing thugs charged in. "And you must be the mysterious Batman. Nice to meet you, I'm Scarecrow."

Scarecrow raised his hand, the thugs pointing their guns at me as I continued to walk towards Scarecrow. 'There are about five thugs in total, all of the carrying guns, and all of them wearing gas masks. Scarecrow however doesn't appear to be armed at all, but he cold easily be hiding a gun somewhere on his person. I can get off four batarangs before grappling the thug furthest from the bosses gun and taking him out. That should give me enough time to take out the other thugs and then disable the box.' I thought to myself, stopping so that I was surrounded by the thugs.

I threw the batarangsat the thugs, grappling onto the thug behind and to my right, pulling the gun away from him and turning around the punch him square in the face so that he fell to the ground. I then turned around, charging at one of the stunned thugs. I ripped out the guns magazine, and slammed the but of it into the thugs face before throwing it at the next thugs head so that the barrel landed square in the middle of his forehead. I jumped and rolled over to the last two thugs, grabbing one of them by the neck and slamming him into the other thugs head. I spun around, grabbing Scarecrows shoulder when I felt a syringe go into my neck. I quickly through the scrawny man to the ground and ripped the needle out of my neck, looking at the now empty syringe.

I walked over to the laughing man, turning him over and picking him up off the ground by his collar. "What did you inject me with?!" I yelled, glaring angrily at him when his face morphed into that of the man who killed my parents. I dropped him and jerked back in shock, rubbing my temples through my cowl.

"It's something I like to call fear toxin," the man laughed, his voice distorted so that it sounded like hundreds echoing in my ear at once. "And soon enough, all of Gotham shall taste it!"

Scarecrow walked past me and throughout the double doors, laughing as he did. I tried to turn around and follow him, but as I began to turn my head I saw my parents dead bodies laying on the floor, and then I saw them again. As I turned around in circles all I could see was their dead bodies lying there.

I ran through the main doors, the walls turning into Crime Alley as I got closer to my office. Once I reached the door I kicked it open and threw the desk aside to reveal a wooden trap door. I pulled the door open and slid down the old metal latter before I landed on the stone of the caves that my ancestors had used to help with the underground railroad.

"It's your fault!" I heard my fathers voice say as I curled up on the ground, trying to block out the hallucinations. "If you hadn't wanted to see that damn movie again we'd still be alive!"

"Oh you're too kind Thomas," My mother said, a hint of joy in her voice. "We would have lived far longer if he'd never been born."

"You know I could live with him getting us killed if it wasn't for the fact that he was waisting our money on this full hardy vigilante nonsense," My father said bitterly.

"I'm sorry…"

Well damn, I really do love to torture poor Brucey, don't I. Well that's it for tonight, please review it really does help me make the story better, and as always, thank you for reading.