This is Part II of a series. Part I can be found HERE.
It was an odd conversation, to say the least, standing out there on the balcony. Commissioner Trout shivered.
“I know you,” he said. “You’re the Dark Knight, hero of Gotham.”
“Aye, I once was,” said Matt Harvey. “They ran me out of town a few years ago. I’ve been on the road ever since, looking for somewhere to call home. I don’t know if I have all my strength back yet.”
“What are you doing down here in lowly Anaheim?” Trout asked.
Harvey sighed, his eyes looking extremely vulnerable behind the mask. “I need somewhere to hone my craft to get back to being the best vigilante in the world.”
The door swung open, and a well-built man walked out onto the balcony. “Trouty, sir—” he saw the mask and gasped. “Sorry, sir.”
“It’s quite alright,” said Trout. “Make your report, Sergeant Bour.”
“Yes, sir. The bandits have been chased away from the pet store. It’s been saved. You know, I’d like to own a pet store someday,” Bour said distractedly, rubbing his chin. “Say, what’s this fella doing here?”
Trout sighed, “Mr. Harvey is here to restore our crime-fighting unit and return it to one of the best in the nation. I’m inclined to let him.”
“That would be jolly,” said Bour. “He bowed stiffly, then shuffled off.”
Harvey and Trout looked at each other. “I’ll give you a year trial run. No funny business now,” said Trout. The men shook hands, and Harvey was off with a swish.
Two days later Trout was at a bar with some of his buddies when all of a sudden, the Little Green Men burst through the door and fired a few shots. “Weapons out!” yelled Trout, and Chief Simmons and Chief Upton quickly drew their guns. Upon seeing the cops in uniform, the Little Green Men tried to make their getaway escape. Trout and Simmons quickly got up in pursuit, but Upton was not so lucky. Making for the doorway, Upton stubbed his toe and went down in a heap of pain.
The two remaining cops on their feet sprinted after the Little Green Men, when all of a sudden the air got cold. The Little Green Men stopped and looked around fearfully. All of a sudden, a figure in black came flying in from the buildings and knocked one of the Green Men out. A small scuffle ensued, but the Dark Knight managed to successfully beat the others and put them in handcuffs, all while Trout and Simmons watched in awe.
“That was awesome,” Simmons praised, grinning from ear to ear.
Trout smiled too. “Come have a drink,” he offered.
Unfortunately, it was the last successful Batman appearance. The week after that, the Rangers successfully got away with a jewelry robbery. Then, the Alemakers managed to successfully drug the beer. Finally, the Rangers pulled off the most daring heist of all, stealing within a block on the police offices.
Harvey chased after the Rangers after the last one, but they were too fast. The leader jumped on the getaway car and taunted back at Harvey.
“The Dark Knight? Pssh, you couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn right now! More like Mr. Two-Face, Harvey Dent.”
“I am not Harvey Dent!” he yelled at the vanishing criminals, his voice full of anguish. “I am good.” He repeated the phrase a few times before collapsing on the sidewalk.
Commissioner Trout found him there, lying in agony, a shell of what the Batman had used to be. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
Harvey’s eyes opened. “The night is still dark,” he swore.
Trout looked up at the sky, analyzing the weather. “Rain is on its way,” the expert said. “We better get inside before it hits.”
The duo made their way back to Trout’s office. “You going to be alright?” Trout inquired.
With conviction, the Dark Knight said, “The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming.”
A swish of his cape later, he was gone.
...to be continued...