Book Of The Bat: Redhorn #2

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Previous: http://comicvine.gamespot.com/forums/fan-fic-8/book-of-the-bat-redhorn-1771663/#14

“Good work on the Palnicki case,” said Sergeant Jennifer Green as she patted the flank of the large black horse who munched happily some apples.

“I was just there,” said Therese Redhorn humbly. “Detective Bullock got her to confess right there in the office. It was kind of amazing.”

“Harvey being able to walk and chew gum is amazing,” joked Jennifer as she tossed a brush. “Where’s your partner?”

“Probably still asleep,” muttered Redhorn as she stepped up to the horse. “I don’t know what I’m really doing with this?”

“What you’ve got in your hand is a curry comb,” Jennifer said. “It stimulates the horses skin to produce natural oil, almost like a horse massage. And it clears the coat. Be firm, do it how you’d like a massage is a good way to imagine it. But before you dive on in, come around the front and let’s get introduced.”

Jennifer held out an apple and the horse walked forward eager to get it. “Easy Superman, easy. This is Therese. Say hello.”

“Hello,” Redhorn put her hand out letting the big lips and huge nostrils envelope her hand. “Nice to meet you, Superman.” Superman grunted and turned back to the apple in Jennifer’s hand.

“Don’t take it personal, Superman likes apples and me.”

“I thought Superman liked everyone,” Therese joked as she turned to the sound of pounding footsteps.

“Sorry I’m late!” panted Nelson Broom as he skidded to a halt. “I missed the train.”

“Where’s Bimbo?” asked Therese.

“Yes where is Officer Schultz?” asked Jennifer, her voice dropping from friendly horse mode to commanding police mode.

“He asked me to swap and was getting it cleared,” Nelson shrugged. “Did I do somet…”

“Now that you’re both here we’ll get started. Welcome to the GCPD Mounted Division. I am Sergeant Jennifer Green and this is Superman.”

“I thought Superman was white?” joked Nelson but his smile evaporated when he looked at the Sergeant who’d heard the joke more times than he’d had hot showers.

“We start at 5am every day to brush, check and bond with our horses. There is nothing on the event calendar for today so we will do our regular park patrol. Either of you two ridden a horse before?”

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Redhorn and Broom plodded along behind Green as she took point on Superman as they walked through Robinson Park.

“To be honest Broom, you’ll probably not make the grade if you’re thinking of joining us,” the Sergeant said.

“Because…?”

“Of your weight. Now you’re not fat but the reason jockeys are all four feet tall is because they weigh nothing. The Mounted Division has the highest female ratio on the force because ladies weigh less than men and it’s an easier load for our friends to carry.”

“I think she called you fat,” chuckled Therese.

“We have four very capable men in the Division but they’re horse people. But you’re welcome to apply, just don’t get your hopes up is what I’m saying.”

Nelson shrugged. “Just here to serve my rotation and go ma’am. I’d prefer something you put petrol in anyways.”

“On your right Sergeant,” said Therese as she clocked a gang of youths hanging around a guy in a business suit who was trying to eat his lunch.

“Ahh Ghost Dragons,” Jennifer smiled as she urged Superman over towards them. “Stay in close to me, no sudden moves and don’t you dare fall off and embrass me.”

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“What’s the big idea huh?!” yelled Banjo Schultz as she slammed Therese’s locker closed nearly taking off a finger,

“HEY!”

“You report me huh?” he used his bulk to get up in her face as she kept on hand on her towel.

“You’re the one who swapped out partners,” she barked back. “And if you don’t step back I…”

“You’ll what? Call your daddy? You’re nothing but a spoilt little whore.”

Therese looked Banjo dead in the eye. “Whore? Well they say men fall in love with women like their mothers.”

Banjo’s hand lashed out grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into the locker. “Think you’re funny huh? I shoul…”

“LET HER GO!” the voice echoed round the GCPD locker room. Banjo dropped Redhorn as Detective Renee Montoya stormed forward.

“You okay Therese?” she asked as she eyeballed him.

“All good,” she coughed struggling to keep the towel up.

“Okay then,” Renee smiled. And then she struck. Grabbing Banjo by the collar she used his weight and tossed him into the lockers with a mighty crunch. “You like hitting women?”

Banjo tried to stand but the veteran detective kicked a knee out causing him to stumble. She pushed him hard back into the lockers. “Well?”

“No!”

“What it looks like is an attempted sexual assault on a fellow officer. Is that what you were trying to do?”

Banjo tried again to stand but Montoya was having none of it kicking his other knee out.

“You want to press charges?” she asked Therese who watched in awe.

“Um…”

“Blue on blue crime is still a crime,” Montoya reminded her. “Always said these unisex communal lockers were trouble.”

“I wasn’t trying to ra…”

Montoya slapped him on the forehead cutting him off. “I’d be quiet if I were you. Now you okay?”

Therese nodded.

“Good, get dressed and go home. Officer Schultz and I have to go and have a little chat with Commissioner Gordon.” And with that she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him away.

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“Check him!” snapped Oswald Cobblepot as he looked up into the sky, the familiar almost comforting beacon of light known as the Bat signal burning into the clouds.

“No wires boss,” grunted the large burly man holding a handful of tattered clothes.

“I told you!” snapped the man in ripped clothes.

“Can’t be too careful these days,” Oswald said. “Now what am I going to do with you Kyle?”

“I didn’t do anything!” screamed Kyle.

“Exactly!” Oswald said. “You did nothing. You let six members of the Odessa Mob wander right into the casino area of the Iceberg Lounge.”

“I’m not security!” yelled Kyle. “I’m the duty manager!”

“And you failed to manage,” Oswald replied. “Are you in cahoots with those dirty Russians Kyle?”

“NO! Look Mr Cobb…”

“Tut tut tut,” Oswald scolded “No names please. Never know who may be listening….excuse me a moment.” Oswald pulled a phone from his pocket. “Hello?...Is it done?...Well now would be good…thank you. Sorry about that, just organising a fire on the other side of Gotham to keep the authorites and a certain winged rat occupied while Knuckles…well you should really get the idea of what’s going to happen to you when we bring you out to the cold storage area down by the docks at midnight.”

“I didn’t d…” Kyle’s words were cut off as Knuckles threw a heavy plastic bag over his head and pulled tight.

“Send him back to Alexandra Kosov with a dozen long stem red roses when you’re done Knuckles,” Oswald said as he adjusted his monocle and waddled off to the waiting limousine. ‘And don’t forget to wash your hands!”

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A shadowy figure stood at the grave of Hamilton Hill, former mayor of Gotham City. The headstone had seen better days as had the grave itself mainly as corrupt politicians don’t really get upkeep on their eternal rest.

“Don’t worry dad. I’ll get them for you. Every last one of them.”

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@batkevin74: Great chapter. Two things:

“Good work on the Palnicki case,” said Sergeant Jennifer Green as she patted the flank of the large black horse who munched happily some apples.

That last bit is awkward. Maybe "...large black horse which was happily munching some apples."

Second thing is that ending scene. It reads like more of an opener for the next chapter, than a cliffhanger for this one.

I love reading your cops though. :)

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@cbishop: I forgot the word on, who munched happily ON some apples. Words, even missing words make all the difference.

Yeah I see what you mean about the end, but its like comic books who have the last three panels on the second last page and you turn over to see the last and it's a grave with the name, possible storm and some rain for effect with the shadowy figure vowing revenge and this comic gets counted as their technically first appearance (ala Doomsday)

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@batkevin74: I got what you were going for with the scene, but it's... not right.

A shadowy figure stood at the grave of Hamilton Hill, former mayor of Gotham City. The headstone had seen better days as had the grave itself mainly as corrupt politicians don’t really get upkeep on their eternal rest.

That- especially the second sentence- is like the lead-in to an explanation. A cliffhanger type thing would have been:

The graves of corrupt politicians generally don't receive great upkeep. The cracked and crumbling headstone of former Gotham mayor Hamilton Hill proved no different. It had been unkempt and undisturbed ever since his funeral until tonight, because tonight a figure stood silently in the nearby shadows.

That still begs the question of who the shadowy figure is, but it puts a more definite stop on the chapter... "until next time." :)

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@cbishop: Would you believe I forgot to include the last line? FFS! I'll edit it in now

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@batkevin74: Yes! That reads much better! :D (I knew that didn't seem right for your writing.) ;)

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@dngn4774: Thanks, part 3 going up well about now-ish