Birth of the clown.

I enjoyed the warmth of my dear wife as I held her from behind, her eyes closed and leaning against me.

"Comfortable?" I asked, gently massaging her belly and kissing the top of her head.

"Hmm," she responded with a soft moan, which got me a little riled up.

I turned her to face me, gazing into her beautiful eyes that sparkled like a night sky. Her eyes were like a black hole, pulling me in, and her smile, that sweet smile, just melted my heart.

She slowly raised her arm and caressed my cheek, and I leaned into her hand. I placed my hand over hers and kissed her palm. Then, I slowly brought my face closer to hers and kissed her softly.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. After kissing her for a few minutes, I slowly pushed my tongue forward and playfully licked her lips, trying to get her to open her mouth.

She opened her mouth and welcomed me in. I lightly brushed my tongue against hers, moving it in circles. She matched my movements. I was careful not to be too forceful, savoring the sweet taste of her saliva, which tasted like vanilla—a flavor I could never get enough of.

I don't know how long we made out, but at some point, she pulled away.

She was breathing heavily, her tongue out and her cheeks flushed, while our saliva still connected us.

Seeing her tongue out made me unable to resist, and I started to suck on it like it was candy. My actions startled her a little, making her flinch before pulling back.

"Darling, stop it," Teleute said shyly as I held her close, my face buried in her neck.

"Come on, my love, just a little taste," I coaxed, planting soft kisses along her neck.

"No, it's too public here," she protested, gently pushing me away with her delicate hands.

"Please," I continued to plead, wrapping my arms around her waist and lifting her up as I began to kiss her belly.

"I'm as hungry as a starving dog. I need you to quench my thirst," I said, continuing to lift her while kissing her belly and making my way toward her sacred heaven.

*Knock*

With a shaky voice, Abby called out, "Mr. Wayne," as she cautiously entered my office. Her eyes fell to my lower half, and she blushed deeply.

I turned my head toward her, my tongue still out.

I was so close.

"Speak," I said coldly, debating whether to kill this useless thing or not because the moment she opened the door, Teleute had taken the chance to slip away.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wayne, but Commissioner Gordon is outside and insists on speaking with you urgently."

"If he doesn't have a warrant, send him away."

"I tried, sir, but he insists on talking to you. He said that it was personal."

Gordon wouldn't come here unless it was important.

"Let him in." I walked over to the sofa in my office.

Abby asked, her face flushed, "Are you sure, sir?" as she pointed at my hard-on with a shaky finger.

"Just send him in," I said, closing my eyes to think of something disgusting, Darkseid in a Hello Kitty pajama making an ahegao pose.

Fuck, I wanna puke, but that did the job, as my dick got soft so fast that the fabric of my pants was still stretched.

When I opened my eyes, I found Abby still staring at my groin with a stupid smile on her face.

I grabbed a pen from my desk and threw it, hitting Abby on the forehead.

"Oww!" she yelped, rubbing her forehead with tears forming in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Move, girl," I ordered.

Abby closed the door of my office for a moment before it opened again and she came inside with James Gordon.

"Bruce, how are you?" Gordon greeted, extending his hand for a shake.

"Just getting by, Commissioner. How have you been?" I shook his hand.

"Would you like anything, sir?" Abby asked from the side, with a bright red dot on her forehead, looking like an Indian or as if she was a target of a sniper.

"Abby, you are being a nuisance. Get out."

"Mmhm~ Yes, sir." She let out a soft moan while closing her eyes and rubbing her thighs together.

This bitch definitely gets off from being treated badly.

"I'm so sorry, sir," she quickly realized what she did and apologized with a blushed face before she hurriedly left.

"It's not my place, but while a little weird, she looks like she is trying her best. Maybe be a little gentler with the girl," James suggested as he sat down.

"I appreciate the advice, but she can always quit if she wants. Never mind her, Commissioner, what brings you here?"

"I've known you since you were a little kid, Bruce. No need for formality; just call me James."

"But this is a formal meeting, Commissioner. Otherwise, you would've called me beforehand. Now I would like to know why you insist on meeting me. I'm a busy man, as you can imagine."

Gordon sighed and placed a photo on the table, sliding it toward me.

I picked up the photo and saw a human shape on the ground. More specifically, the spot where the Red Hood gang had pulled me from the car.

This old cop is sharp. I didn't cover up that 'evidence' because I thought it was irrelevant.

"This is?" I sent him a questioning look as I handed the photo back.

"The shape on the ground is identical to your frame, Bruce."

"And why does that matter?" I asked since the photo only showed the human shape, not the car or any blood.

"This picture was taken right next to a car that exploded."

"You are getting old, Commissioner. First of all, there are plenty of people out there with my build. Secondly, look at me. Do I look like someone who just had a car accident?"

"You don't, but the car that exploded looks like yours, especially the one you drove after the museum event."

"Again, it was just a car. There are countless like it."

"What about your car's route? You went into Gotham Harbor, where we found the car."

"Check the CCTV at Harbor No. 5, Commissioner. I was there yesterday to inspect a shipment."I answered briefly, and before Gordon could ask anything else, I continued speaking.

"Why am I being questioned, Commissioner? I don't believe I've committed any crime. On the contrary, with the donations I made over the last two years, I expected to be treated with more respect instead of like some common criminal." I said my voice was calm while tapping the wooden arm of the sofa to show my frustration, pressing harder with each tap until the surface began to crack.

"I'm not interrogating you, Bruce. I'm worried about your safety, so I'm just asking a few questions," Gordon replied quickly, trying to clarify as he adjusted himself. His gaze was fixed on my hand, particularly the cracked arm of the sofa, while he cautiously reached for his gun behind him, not to threaten me but out of instinct.

Good, he thinks I'm offended and aggressive, so he took a defensive stance. I can easily send him away, and from now on he will be more cautious about involving me in this investigation.

"It doesn't feel that way, but considering our history, I'll let it slide this time, Commissioner. Do not question me ever again," I said for good measure as I leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes.

James wasn't intimidated by me, which was something I expected, considering the fact that the man in front of me was the commissioner of Gotham. He deals with psychopaths on a daily basis.

*ding*

Then, Gordon's phone buzzed.

{'Everything checks out, Commissioner, and his lawyer is on the way.'}

Eden quickly informed me of the content of the message.

"Thank you for your time, Bruce. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was interrogating you," Gordon said as he stood up and extended his hand for a handshake.

"Just don't let it happen again, and we're good, Commissioner." I shook his hand back.

***

[3RD POV]

Batman hung upside down from the ceiling of Ace Chemicals, watching as a group of Red Hood gang members scurried around like ants, filling barrels with chemicals and loading them onto trucks.

Nearly thirty more were hiding in different places—some crouched under the trucks, others inside barrels, in the vents, or behind containers. All were armed and nervous, waiting for Batman to appear so they could ambush him.

"Hey, 53, do you think he'll come? I've heard stories about him. They say he breaks at least a dozen bones before letting anyone go."

"Let him come, dude. He's just a freak in a costume. A bullet to the head is all it takes to take him down."

"I don't know, man. I'm just a teacher, you know? They've got me blackmailed into this."

"You think I want to be here, bro? They're blackmailing all of us. They've got my kid."

While they talked, Batman moved silently along the ceiling toward the exposed gang members and threw an electric shock disk at them, knocking them out. He then shot a hook at their ankles and hung them upside down from the ceiling while sealing the barrels with bat-glue. He then used electric shock disks to knock out the ones under the trucks.

"Yo, dude, did you hear? They say if you say his name three times, he'll show up."

"Stop the cap, dude. What is he, a fucking Bloody Mary?"

{Sir, the red-hooded one is entering the building with five other gang members. One of them is your uncle, Philip Kane.}

'After I knock him out, take him outside,' Batman ordered.

And the man of the hour has finally arrived. The red-hooded one, along with five of his men, entered. As soon as the gang members saw him, they stopped what they were doing and looked at the red-hooded one standing on the railing.

"What are you guys looking at? Do I have something on my face?" he asked while touching his helmet. "Seems not, still handsome as the devil, haha," he joked.

"Is everyone set? Our special guest should arrive soon. I don't want to be a bad host. I want to greet him warmly, with open arms, under a rain, a bullet rain," the red-hooded one said, pulling out a pistol and spreading his arms wide.

"B-b-boss," one of the men beside him touched his shoulder, ruining his moment.

"What?" The red-hooded man snapped, turning to see the terror on the trembling man's face as he pointed shakily at the ceiling.

Which caught everyone's attention, and they slowly looked up to see a huge demon bat with glowing red eyes looking at them while hanging upside down. He was surrounded by limp bodies of gang members who were also dangling from the ceiling.

"SHOT HIM!" the red-hooded one shouted, aiming his pistol at Batman and opening fire, with others joining in.

Batman kicked the ceiling and shot at the gang members below. He struck one in the throat with his forearm and slammed him down. Then he shot forward and tackled another one before punching him in the face and sweeping kicking another and elbowing him in the face before he backflipped and dropped a smoke grenade to escape the bullets raining down on him.

With the smoke blocking their vision, gang members stopped shooting except for the red-hooded one, who continued to shoot at the smoke and killed a gang member. Which caused panic, and soon everyone was shooting again.

In the midst of the chaos, a bullet hit a gas pipe, leading to an explosion.

*BOOOM*

The loud blast shook the building, sending gang members flying as flames spread everywhere.

"TAKE EVERYTHING YOU CAN AND GET OUT!" The red-hooded one yelled as he shoved the gang member he was using as a meat shield aside and continued to fire at the smoke and flames.

{Sir, a helicopter is approaching towards your current location.}

'Blow it up, Eden.'

When the smoke cleared, Batman had vanished, and the gang members lay on the ground, most dead from gunfire, while others had perished in the explosion. The unfortunate ones were either bleeding from their wounds or they were caught in the flames and were being burned alive.

"You fucking useless shits, you can't even kill a damn cosplayer!" the red-hooded one yelled, turning to aim his gun at his men, only to find Batman standing before him, while his men lay on the ground.

As he looked up at the towering figure of Batman, the red-hooded one gulped nervously, sweat trickling down his chin.

"I thought I would be fighting against a dude in a bat costume, not a damn house disguised as a man," the red-hooded one grumbled under his breath before he suddenly brought his hand to a flower on his chest and pressed on it, releasing a spray of acid.

Batman just sidestepped, avoiding the acid as it splashed onto the metal floor, melting it away.

Realizing his plan had failed, the red-handed one let out a dry laugh, and then a smirk appeared on his face.

"Well, if it isn't Gotham's dark angel, the dark knight, the one-man army," the red-hooded one taunted Batman as he tossed his gun aside and slowly stepped back.

"I must admit, you are quite impressive, Batman, taking out all my men and nearly ruining my plans... nearly, if it weren't for my backup," the red-hooded one said, pulling a remote from his pocket.

"Go, go, go," Gordon's voice echoed from a distance as the factory door blew open and police officers rushed in.

"Looks like the audience is here; shall we kick off the fireworks?" the red-hooded figure said with a big grin as he pressed the remote.

"..."

Yet nothing happened as the red-hooded one's smile faded slightly. He pressed the button again and again, hitting the remote, but still, nothing worked.

"How?" he asked Batman, genuinely puzzled about how he had found and disabled the bombs that only he knew about.

"Fuck you, that's how," Batman said as he delivered a punch to the Red Hooded One's gut.

"Blegh," puking his meal, the red-hooded one dropped on all fours.

Looking at the red-hooded one that was on all fours, Batman raised his foot and slammed it on the red-hooded one's back, not enough to break it but hurt him.

"AHH," the red-hooded one cried in pain while Batman stepped on him and walked past him before grabbing his ankle and dragging him deeper into Ace Chemicals.

"W-where are you taking me?" The red-hooded one asked in pain, but Batman ignored him as he continued to drag him.

After a while, Batman reached a railing that overlooked a pool of chemicals.

Batman lifted the red-hooded one by the ankle, holding him over the toxic pool as the green smoke hit the red-hooded one's face.

"Heh, even if you kill me, it won't save your city, little vigilante. This city will never change. If not me, others will come," the red-hooded one said, staring at the chemicals.

"And I won't die, Batman," the red-hooded one said with a smile so big that the corner of his mouth disappeared into his helmet as Batman released him, letting him fall into the chemicals.

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"YOU HEAR ME, BATMAN! I WON'T DIE. THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING, HAHAHAH!" he shouted, laughing as he disappeared into the toxic liquid.

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"No, you won't, not yet," Batman muttered as he vanished into darkness.

***

Blending into the dark of night Gotham, Batman stood on a rooftop as heavy rain fell. His gaze was fixed on a spot where Ace Chemicals released waste. Below, the Red Hooded One lay unconscious beside a puddle.

After some time, the Red Hooded One stirred and slowly sat up. He lifted his hand to rub his head, trying to ease the pounding headache he was having. Instead, he touched his helmet. Annoyed, he yanked it off.

As he tossed the helmet away and prepared to rise, he suddenly stopped. He caught sight of his reflection in the puddle.

His skin turned chalk white, his hair and eyes now a bright shade of green, and his lips were cherry red.

He touched his face, tracing his finger over his red lips. A strange smile spread across his face.

"Hehehehehehe."

He began to laugh, his hand moving to his hair. He clutched it tightly as his smile widened to inhuman levels, while his manic laughter echoed through the dark night of Gotham.

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."