2 Lost in Gotham

It was a dark and quiet night in Gotham City. Grey clouds began to roll in as thunder erupted from the distance. Bruce Lee walked through the shabby streets with his hands in his pockets. He could hear the echoes of police sirens out in the distance. A murder? A robbery? Who knows.

Bruce at least knew that he was in America. All the signs over the buildings were written in clear-cut English. However, he never once heard of Gotham City before. Perhaps, he lacked a bit of knowledge about U.S. geography. The only places that he'd been and lived in were Seattle and San Francisco.

It was a tad bit chilly, and his pockets kept his hands somewhat warm out in the cold. Wasn't it supposed to be summer? Why is it so cold around this time of year? He could be in the northeast of the US. But, he didn't think that the northeast could be this cold. Not in the summer. Bruce suddenly felt something brushed against his leg, and he looked down.

It was a piece of old newspaper. He picked it up and read its contents.

'Just Who is Behind the Mask of Batman?' It read in big, bold letters. On the paper showed a large, blurred picture of Batman soaring through the night skies. It looked mysterious and obscure to the regular citizens of Gotham.

"Batman?" Bruce Lee questioned. "Like some sort of superhero?"

This had to be some sort of hoax, right? It was strange, yet fascinating at the same time. He couldn't imagine a man flying up in the night skies wearing a bat suit while fighting crime. Someone had watched one too many movies, and that was coming from a movie superstar.

However fake or not, Bruce Lee could respect a man who would face justice head on and fight for what is right. For some reason, it reminded him of a time where he acted as Kato on the Green Hornet show. Perhaps, it had to do with the whole superhero fiasco.

Soon, rain began to fall from the heavens. Bruce immediately started running as the skies poured down heavily on him. He needed somewhere to temporarily take shelter in and hopefully be able to call his wife or friends. As he ran, a cop car slowly pulled over besides him with its passenger window down.

"Hey, need a ride?"

Bruce stopped running and looked over at the officer in the car. He was a Caucasian man dressed in a beige trench coat with brown hair, a thick mustache and a pair of glasses. Bruce Lee had no reason to refuse the officer's offer and quickly entered the vehicle to escape the rain.

"Where're you headed to?"

"Somewhere I can spend the night."

"I can take you to a hotel nearby," the officer said. He looked over the mirror to check for oncoming traffic before merging back on the road again. The car approached to a stop at a red light, and the officer faced towards the silent man.

"Name's Jim Gordon," Gordon spoke again. "Got a name, young man?"

Young man? Bruce Lee grew a tiny smirk; he wasn't actually that young anymore. Thirty-two more like it. It was young but not THAT young. He guessed he could take the unintentional compliment.

"Lee," he answered. "Bruce Lee."

"Bruce Lee, huh?" The commissioner pondered for a moment. "What're you doing so late out at night? It's dangerous to walk here alone at night, especially in Gotham."

"I'm... I'm not sure."

The red light finally turned green, and Gordon continued driving straight ahead. It was quite difficult to see what was up front since the rain was pouring down heavily. The windows wipers did little to help with visibility,

"You're not sure? What do you mean by that?"

"I'm lost."

"Are you not from around here, Mr. Lee?"

"I was originally in Hong Kong, but somehow, I ended up here."

Commissioner Gordon frowned a bit. The way he said it was strange. As if he was dragged here unknowingly. He wanted to ask the young man more, but he was suddenly interrupted by his walkie talkie.

"10-18. 10-18. We have officers down and multiple shots fired. There are multiple armed suspects in an armored vehicle. All units dispatch at Port Adams immediately. "

Gordon grabbed his walkie talkie and responded, "On my way." He then turned to Bruce, "Looks like I have some urgent business elsewhere. Luckily, the hotel is just up ahead. You shouldn't miss it."

Bruce Lee nodded and got out of the police vehicle in the heavy rain.

"Oh yeah, catch," Gordon tossed him an umbrella. "It looks like you need this more than me."

Bruce Lee quickly caught the folded umbrella, "Thank you, Officer Gordon." He quickly unfurled the umbrella to protect himself against the heavy downpour. He was really thankful to Commissioner Gordon for helping him when he didn't need to.

"Stay safe out there. Maybe we'll see each other again another time; and by the way, it's commissioner," after The Commissioner bid his farewells, he immediately sped off as loud sirens blared behind him. The martial arts master silently watched as Gordon disappeared into the distance in a flashing dot of red and blue.

Bruce didn't want to waste anymore time and headed towards the hotel. He entered the hotel and quickly paid for his room. Luckily, he still had a few hundred U.S dollars in his wallet. Good thing he hadn't exchanged these for HKD. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to buy anything and be left out in the streets.

Room 515. Bruce finally made it up to the fifth floor. He pulled out a key card in his hand and looked at the door lock, or lack thereof.

"What am I suppose to do with this card?" He'd never seen anything like this before.

When did hotels use this kind of technology? Now that he mentioned it, the car that Commissioner Gordon drove wasn't anything he'd seen on the road. Even the cars that drove by were vastly different than what he'd remember. Did America changed that much while he was in Hong Kong?

No, that shouldn't be possible.

Bruce fiddled with his card near the door lock. He began to get frustrated when nothing happened after several attempts. He was cold and wet, and he wanted to take a nice, hot shower.

"Here, let me help you with that, handsome," an arm reached around him and swiped his card away.

Bruce Lee turned around and was caught off guard by this woman's beauty. Piercing emerald eyes and wavy, jet black hair. Her curves were accentuated by a tight, black dress. The woman was only a few inches shorter than him. She threw him a smile while she spun the card between her fingers.

"Mesmerizing, I know," she brushed passed Bruce and unlocked the door for him. "But don't fall in too deep. For your own good." The gorgeous woman winked at him, handing him back the key card.

Then, she slowly approached, almost seductively. Bruce Lee frowned a bit but remained still as the woman neared him. He could smell the sweet perfume around her neck. It was almost enticing. However, Bruce's heart remained unwavering.

"It's not good to let your guard down in Gotham, you know," her voice was sultry and sweet. Her soft hands moved towards his collar to adjust it properly. "Any bad guy can easily sneak up on you while you're unaware of it."

"Well, I like to see them try," he answered with a smile.

"Wow, how confident," she gave him a smile of her own. "But, don't let it get over your head, handsome. Or else."

"Or else what?" Bruce was quite curious what she had to say.

The vixen suddenly waved a leather wallet out in front of his face. Her innocent smile turned into a devilish smirk, "Or else this happens."

Bruce grew surprised and quickly snatched back his wallet, "You're a real sneaky one."

"I have my ways," she playfully tapped his chin. "I'm Selina, by the way. Can I get yours, handsome?"

"Bruce," he chuckled softly. "Just letting you know that I'm already a married man."

"Oh, is that so?" She brushed up against him and whispered in his ears. "I have a knack for taking things from other people."

She pulled away from him with a smile still present on her face. However, Bruce Lee wasn't smiling anymore. Instead, he was wary of Selina. A charming vixen like her was deadly; a thorn with roses if they were laced with poison, that is.

She could easily ruin marriages with that look.

"Anyways, I have some business to take care of," Selina sauntered passed him with a seductive swing of her hips, "I'll see you around, Bruce."