We had a quadruple homicide earlier this morning with the estimated time of deaths occurring roughly at a quarter past eight. Even for the seasoned veterans assigned to the baffling case it was a grizzly scene. A family of four was found brutally bludgeoned and scorched to death on their driveway as they were preparing to head out for Sunday mass at the community church. The cause of deaths were attributed to an excessive amount of sweltering heat and blunt force trauma on the upper extremities with a nearby eyewitness account describing something of an outrageous and other worldly nature. Their vivid account of the detestable acts revealed a large floating column of black fume that was reminiscent of a freight train rampaging through the front lawn. Preliminary results suggested that it was a completely random attack with the evidence pointing toward a lone wolf of paranormal proportions - a single supernaturally frenzied maniac without any known affiliation to the unfortunate victims. Eight pieces of evidence were successfully recovered at the gruesome execution site and sent to the Mittelos Bioscience laboratories for further analysis. The prominent key pieces of invaluable clues included the badly charred remains of a human torso, a polaroid still of an unidentified couple, an amateur makeup kit that could easily compete with Richards dreamy eyeliner facade , four 9 mm pistol brass casings, a single strand of oily green hair, purple fabric left behind from possibly a designer Dharma jumpsuit, a strangely alchemistic jokers playing card found soaking within the heinous blood bath, and finally the most intriguing artifact of them all.... An aluminum metal type of Halliburton suitcase that was seemingly impossible to breach open. This month alone marks a troubling 15% spike in the citys violent crime and murder rate. A deep ire evermore rages in the streets below as an unspeakable evil continues to wreak havoc beyond the city limits. Something terrifying is happening here. Something elemental is haunting our law abiding citizens. Something unprecedented is spreading throughout our beloved city. Hello? Hello? Is anyone home? An unimaginable evil incarnation may oddly enough be knocking on your hatch door sometime soon. By all means please dont hesitate to quarantine yourself inside from the dire pillar of angry black smoke. The Santa Rose Nuthouse has been overtaken. Sixteen psychiatric patients housed in the special clinical ward escaped late last night and are swiftly prowling about on the streets threatening the livelihood of humanitys dearest. The villainous penguin was last seen retreating on his fluffy white polar bear while the insane homicidal clown finally evaded a lifetime of misery in the secluded room 23. The remaining population of schizophrenic screw balls collectively chose to remain within their stronghold of delusional afterthought. With the institutional guards and staff now outnumbered, a new sheriff was indeed in town. The first order to be executed tonight: Rename the fortress to Arkham Asylum. Its been a dreadful 23 days since anyone last saw the Batman... With precisely 42 hours remaining until Gotham Citys inevitable demise to rubble and ruin as well as the utter annihilation of its 3.2 million peace loving residents. Nestled deep in the vehement pits of the Arkham Asylum is an army of two hatching the unthinkable scheme involving Gothams desolation and their subsequent dominion over the entire world. The twisted mastermind of this conspicuous ploy for worldwide anarchy is none other than the ruthless circus clown known for his bad jokes, colorful wardrobe, and deadly funny bone. People around this town identify him as simply the Joker. However, for me its a little more personal. He is the underlying reason for my mask and cape - he is the motivation for my daily humanitarian crusade for perfect justice as Gothams evermore watchful guardian. The Joker, whose true identity is only known to myself, murdered my parents in cold blood just shy of my eighth birthday. His cowardly cold blooded act ushered in something entirely new beyond any previous inclination of my perceived capabilities - the dawning of my once lost and pain stricken soul into the newfound embodiment as the Dark Knight. Also residing in the epicenter of the chaotic loony bin is the Jokers other sinister half - a faceless tremor who once tyrannized from the ghastly fiery womb of a crazy mother. His hateful terrifying wrath is even more bothersome than all of the combined wickedness in todays conflicted society. While still not capable of physical form, this malevolent demonic entity has the amazing power to influence the weak minded and cloud the judgment of any misguided souls. He is truly evil incarnate guised as a turbulent blunder of menacing black smoke. Indeed, humanitys worst nightmare has been fully realized. The serpentine union of a frenzied hatred beyond human comprehension is beginning to take form in our beloved city. The genesis of an unstoppable force is slowly converging upon all of mankind as the Joker and apocalyptic Smoke Monster yearn for a new world order. Accompanying their plan for worldwide domination is a weapon of mass destruction capable of instant decimation in the blink of a heavenly time flash - a Jughead atomic bomb guaranteed to usher in Santa Claus and the ghosts of Christmas Past as a devastating nuclear winter is destined to arrive a little early this year. The Joker and angry pillar of black smoke have made it known to everyone that no mercy will be shown with the Jughead bomb surely detonating if I dont raise the white flag and surrender myself to the crazed Joker and his hellbent minion in less than 42 hours. Gotham city is on edge and in a dire state of panic mode as various media outlets are desperately pleading for my immediate submission. The people of this cherished city will certainly die and a youthful generation will never be known if I dont promptly surrender within the Jokers designated timeframe. What am I supposed to do? My heart tells me that I am faced with a catch 22. Either way that bomb is going to go off. If the Joker is interested in a worldwide meltdown then why would he care about the caped crusaders surrender? What sort of trickery does he have rolled up his sleeve? What are you scheming here, Joker? What does your grand master plan really entail? Whats riddled on top of your fateful deck of perilous playing cards? And thats when the epiphany suddenly went off in my head like a certain bohemians jesus stick crashing down on my already mangled and fragile body. The Joker wants to die. He wants me to kill him. I know this in my heart to be true. Unbeknown to the citizens of Gotham city is indeed an ace of spades towering above the entire world stage. The Joker, along with Smokey and their diabolical minions, are puppeteering a sequence of events that will have everyone believing that I willingly confronted and killed the Joker with the worlds most wanted circus clown no longer posing a threat for all of humanity. Yes, I do believe that the Joker really does want to die. However, if that happens an ungodly tyranny never seen before by the human race will befall this earth and devour the souls of all mankind. Itll truly be an unholy spectacle for the ages as many will be lead astray while the greatest deception this world has ever witnessed will be well underway. While the entire world is caught up in endless jubilation and actively parading on the streets upon the breaking news of the Jokers death, hell have the Smoke Monster take over and permanently inhabit his body. My god. If the Joker succeeds with the inconceivable then every single living creature on this earth will face certain doom. There will be nothing out of his reach by that point and no way to ever stop him. The entire universe will fall. I have to put an end to this ominous madness once and for all. > : Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... It was Alfred messaging me on the computer. Master Wayne, as per your request from earlier this morning I had one of the engineers from Dharma Enterprises successfully open the Halliburton suitcase that was retrieved from that heinous crime scene. Sir, inside the case our technician recovered a compass, map, and what appears to be an ancient looking roll of physical film print personally addressed to you. If I may suggest, sir, it would probably be a good idea for you to watch the video promptly. Indeed, Alfred. Excellent work. Please send the video in right away. By the way, do we still have an operable film projector? Yes, indeed Master Wayne. Back in my heyday your father and I would make a nightly ritual out of watching the Carol Burnett show. Nothing like indulging into some late night laughter with some fine MacCutcheon whiskey by our side after a hard days work in the corporate sector. May I say, sir, your father and I shared many fond memories of that television show and until it receives a digital restoration I will continue to relive those precious moments through the familys film projector. Very touching, Alfred. But well have to save the sentiment for another hour since time is of the essence here. Please bring in the film reel, projector, and all of the retrieved items from the Halliburton suitcase. Lets see whats on this film. There may be a connection here between the Joker and Smoke Monster. Yes, master. Im on my way. > : End of Transmission Good grief. Sighs. Just when I was thinking that it wasnt possible for this already weird stricken day to become anymore strange. This really was something out of the Twilight Zone, or even more disheartening, an episode of Exposé. First we had the Joker and Smokeys devious plot to take over the world followed by a video left at a crime scene that was addressed to me. What is that crazy clown up to? Was he even responsible for this mysterious suitcase? What in the world is going on here? So many questions... With me soon realizing that every question asked will only lead into more questions and the never ending pursuit of a lone white rabbit - an everlasting conundrum of all the perplexing jungle noises of the night... Alfred was quick to arrive into the underground lair with the requested items. He inserted the roll of film into the dusty projector and we enthusiastically watched together as the initial frames came to pass on the screen... ORIENTATION VIDEO - FROM A PRISTINE ISLAND A WORLDS AWAY TO THE GOTHAM METROPOLIS EYES ONLY: THE BATMAN Dude...... Batman! So by the time youre watching this pre-recorded message some really bad luck would have befallen your beloved city. Dude, I know all about the Joker and Smoke Monsters evil scheme for world power and I am going to need you to stop them cold in their tracks. Alright, so my name is Hurley and I included some useful items in the suitcase for your special mission to save the world! Dude, youre kinda gonna need that compass and map to figure out your way about this quest Ive designed just for you. I chose you cause youre like the only one who can do this. So basically I run this special island with all these magical powers and I think if you trust and believe in me youll be able to save Gotham City and the rest of the world from being destroyed. Dude I can imagine you have questions and so do I! You see before I became the island protector there was this guy named Jacob and he had our airplane crash here and me and some of the passengers went on this crazy mystical journey to better understand ourselves and to ultimately kill this wicked Man in Black and then my friend Jack saved the island and all of mankind, but he died right afterwards, but before he died I was sworn in as the new island savior. I promise you, dude, that we killed that Smoke Monster thingy... or at least we thought we did. Sorry dude I dont know how but he seems to have found his way to Gotham City and is partnering up with the Joker. Listen to me carefully man - I have compiled a list of candidates that I need you to recruit once you arrive to the island. Use the map and compass that I provided to locate the islands beacon lighthouse and once inside Ill need you to bring the listed candidates to the island and then off to the mainland where theyll accompany you back to Gotham City so you all can band together and defeat the Joker and Smoke Monster. Dude, dont worry but time here will be irrelevant so youll have like the duration of a lifetime to figure things out. On the back of the map is an invisible diagram that will show you how to make it to the island. Shine your bat light on it and youll see this nifty looking route that will light your way to this awesome looking chamber deep underneath the bat cave that was constructed there like thousands of years before anyone was even around. Dude, your badass cave sits on top this limitless amount of electromagnetic energy and once its like properly harnessed it can do some really cool stuff. Well anyways dude, once you find the chamber youll come across a donkey wheel and youll have to give it a good push and wwhooooppp youll like teleport to the island! Dude, I know this may seem like a lot, but I have faith youll figure it all out. The people of Gotham need you and so do the island candidates. I believe in you, Batman. Namaste and good luck. The video was over. After a brief pause of utter silence Alfred and myself slowly turned in unison until our gazes were fixated upon each other. Master Wayne, will you be needing to watch that again? No, Alfred. Theres no further time to contemplate anymore strategies. I am going to have to entirely trust in this Hurley person that he knows precisely what hes talking about. Its a tremendous leap of faith, but I presently dont have any other solution in putting an end to the madness outside. Alfred, please go retrieve my gear and then well immediately rendezvous down here in the bat cave. And then from that point on itll be a solo journey the rest of the way when locating this underground donkey wheel. Two for the road, Master Wayne? Im afraid not, Alfred. I must embark on this delicate walkabout alone. Meet me down here ASAP. Very well, sir. I completely understand. In less than fifteen minutes I was already on the way traversing through the deep underground corridors of the cold and frigid bat cave. As instructed by the mysterious and yet authoritative Hurley in the video, I kept my ultraviolet bat light keenly fixed on the invisible diagram and observed the vibrant display of a colorful mapping route coming to life. Soon enough it would lead me to a secret hidden chamber that was submerged well below my nocturnal bat garrison. There was a dark narrow walkway before me and I cautiously proceeded to stroll through the damp passageway where I was greeted by a nicely sized embankment with a platform slightly poised above the ground. Several meters above the sturdy terrace was a wheel like structure protruding out of the wall - it was the legendary donkey wheel that Hurley had described in the orientation video. Its precise location would be exactly where Hurley had indicated in the cryptic diagram. Wasting no further time I began to carefully pace toward the arcane looking configuration while taking notice of a peculiar pattern on the floor - an ash like substance that seemed to be circling around the donkey wheel platform. Making sure not to disturb the symmetrical pattern, I intuitively stepped over the circle of ash and positioned myself on top of the platform. It was now time to proceed with the thrust of destiny - the moment had at last approached for the turning of the frozen donkey wheel... Aaarrrggghhhh!!! I was pushing with all of my strength - giving everything that I had! Push! Come on! The wheel of fate lodged back into place as the internal gears began to slowly rotate. The mythical instrument was finally circumventing on its axis. Pussshhhhhhhh!!! VROOM! FLASH! VROOOOMM!! FLAASSHHHH! VROOOMM!!! A translucent warm bright light began to permeate throughout the densely thick air alongside spectacular flashes of vivid green and yellow light rays animating with such a profound intensity. The lucid illumination began to take a life of its own. Never have I seen anything so vibrantly beautiful on this earth before. VROOM! FLASH! VROOOM!!!! I had to keep pushing. The wheel was about a third of the way on its rusty axis. I had to keep pushing until it was fully rotated to the opposite side of the wall. Almost there! Have to keep pushing!!! VROOOMMM!!!! FLAAASHHH!! FLAASHHHHH!!!!!! The once cold and frigid embankment began to blossom with such an awe-inspiring tranquility that could easily melt a soul. Something spectacular was about to happen. Push!!! Half way there!!! Keep pushing!!! This is it! The rigid donkey wheel was halfway through its interval. I must keep pushing! VROOOOMMMM!!! FLASH!!!! VROOOMMM!!!! FLASH!!!!! The vibrancy was intensifying! The light was more extraordinary and captivating than all of the suns in our known galaxy placed together. The incredible sight was echoing with such an intoxicating feeling of unconditional love and beauty. The once green and yellow beams were transfiguring into a magnificent array of a splendid white, blue, green, and yellow elegance. The wondrous colorful depiction forevermore springing into an eternal flash sideway for as far as any soul could possibly dream. The magical wheel of fortune had progressed two thirds of the way. I must keep pushing! The end, or rather the beginning, of something phenomenal was now in the forefront. Keep pushing as I shouted to myself! Almost there... VROOOM!!! FLASSHHH!!!!! VROOOOMM!! FLASSHHH!!!!! Just a few more notches to go. Here goes nothing. And from the corner of my eye I saw a hand extend upward to me as I felt its tight grasp clench onto my shoulder. A familiar and favorable touch that was not meant to be feared. An intimate affiliation that I had not felt in years. Its daunting presence yet reassuring and embracing. I was not alone in the chamber. The glowing light revealed a physical apparition that was of a man. My god... It was my father. His bold and commanding voice began to speak where he chose to remain outside the nearby circle of black ash. The vocal passion of my father was now uniting with the heavenly light particles inside the enclosure. BRUCE, MY SON. THE START TO AN INCREDIBLE JOURNEY AWAITS YOU ON THE ISLAND OF DISCOVERY. FOLLOW THE NARROW PATH OF ENLIGHTENMENT WHILE ON YOUR QUEST TO SUMMON THE ISLAND CANDIDATES. DO NOT DISPARAGE THE CUNNING TRICKERY OF THE MALEVOLENT BEAST. HIS FAVORABLE APPEARANCE WILL FOREVER TEMPT YOU INTO THE DARK ABYSS OF THE ISLANDS DIRE PITFALLS. REMAIN TRUE TO YOUR HEART FOR THE SAKE OF HUMANITYS PERSEVERANCE. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT YOU DETERMINE THE LOCATION OF THE CANDIDATES AND SUCCESSFULLY BRING THEM BACK TO GOTHAM. YOUR ETERNAL CONNECTION WITH THE LOSTIES IS THE FINAL KEY IN ERADICATING THE EVIL THAT LOOMS FROM WITHIN GOTHAM. YOU MAY NOW PROCEED WITH ONE MORE STEADY PUSH OF THE WHEEL, MY SON... VRROOOMMMM!!! FLASH!!!!! VRROOOMMMM!!! FLASH!!!! His hand reached out to me once again. His voice was now stable and calm. Take this, Bruce. Guard it with your life. It was a slip of paper with the written list of Hurleys designated island candidates: 4 - Martin Kalish 8 - Jerry Long 15 - Christal Nixon 16 - Alexis Lostie Wilks 23 - Adam Force 42 - Lena Maravea 51 - Stephanie Pappas 108 - Nino DeMarco 540 - Jim Lincoln 1080 - Ed Chevalier 815 - Elizabeth Sacco 1081 - Drew Van Eaton 1082 - Amanda Gillard 1083 - Christine Hines 1084 - Robbie Earl Rob Dormouse VROOOM!!! FLASH!!!! VROOM!! FLAAASSHHH!!!! VROOOM!!! One more push. Now! Aaarrrgghh! Keep pushing! Yes! Got it! The wheels rotation was now complete! The acknowledgment on my fathers face was a tremendous sigh of relief. I nodded back. This would be the last time I would ever see him... Forevermore would I be grateful for this incredible moment. VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOOMMMMM!!!!! FLAAASHHHHH!!!!!! FLAAAAAAASSSHHHHHH!!!!! For God, humanity, and Gotham City. I will be returning with the chosen ones and together we will vindicate this fallen and depraved metropolis. I promise. VROOOM!!!!! FLASH!!!!! VROOOM!!! VROOM!!!!! FLAAASHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Godspeed my son. See you in another life my dear boy... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Batman was now gone having teleported to the legendary and mystical island. The secret chamber was at last empty with the light and magic show coming to an abrupt end. The hope for a promising future concerning the people of Gotham city and the remaining world now lied in the hands of the caped crusader and island candidates. Indeed, the baneful dynasty of the Joker and Smoke Monster was nearing its fateful closure. The alpha and omega of this unspeakable calamity was rapidly approaching with the destined arrival of a buoyant tomorrow. The citizens of Gotham will triumph and overcome. The evil army of two will fall from power and into eternal ruin. Mankind will persevere and embrace the warm light of a new day. High above Gotham city into the great beyond of the towering heavens was the illuminated representation of a faithful love. Nestled directly in the background was the bold face of a vengeful full moon. The calling sign of the loyal and vigilant guardian would forever loom over the city. Its piercing gaze serving as an emblem for mankinds evermore constant of the night. The bold lettering of an extraordinary partnership was now stretching across the vast starry night sky... With the blissful hues of a destined homecoming reaching down onto the earth... B A T M A N 3 1 6 -the end- written by ted frances
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 03:41:46 +0000
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