|Turks of Gotham
Author: Nantalith PM
Not only the Bat stirs in the Gotham night.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - & Zack F. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,944 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-16-10 - Published: 08-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6215601
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Crossover between FFVII and Batman. I'm going to assume that if you are reading this story you know what the characters look like and have played the games or know the stories and have some knowledge of Batman. Some things have been changed for story purposes; I've also gone with aspects the old Batman animated series universe as it is easier than the comics but there may be comic elements.
TURKS OF GOTHAM
Batman surveyed the collection of criminals gathered around the table. He knew all but three of the players; pharmaceutical level drug dealers. Clever minds that had been lured by the prospects of money. The details were stretchy on the exact nature of the drugs but he knew they were performance enhancing. Sports stars looking to break records and make more money. Batman turned his attention back to the three he didn't know; a woman and two men. They were dressed in identical black suits and while obviously not scientists, they were comfortable in their current surroundings – criminal activities did not faze them. Batman studied them intently while capturing photographs to upload onto the system. The woman was blonde and carried a gun concealed beneath her jacket; her, and the bald black man next to her, wore their suits crisp with black ties while the redhead wore his jacket open and his collar undone. Both men had concealed weapons but the redhead had an electomag that he tossed from one hand to the other while they all waited.
Terms had been discussed and one of the scientists had gone off to fetch the shipment. The redhead had not been happy to buy from the scientists; he called it a judgement error that put them on the map. The bald man had said nothing while the blonde had been angry and told the redhead not to criticise Tseng's judgement. With the three faces and a name, Batman had something to work with. He waiting quietly opting to let the deal run its course and watch the new players rather than make a bust. The redhead's statement had alerted him – they were doing something, they had been doing something for some time and something had happened that made them come out into the open. Whatever they were up to involved high end drugs and that always meant trouble.
Robin was sitting at the computer when Batman returned to the cave. He was searching for names to match the faces Batman had sent him earlier in the evening – it was tedious work but essential.
"Anything?" growled Batman.
"Not yet, I've just expanded the search to include areas outside Gotham. Will let you know if something comes up," added Robin as his eyes darted across the information displayed.
Batman nodded and set about analysing the drug residue he had collected from the scene.
Reno was pissed. Buying the drugs had been a mistake but there had been no other option; the escaped specimens had destroyed the lab. The stability of the remaining specimens required the drugs immediately and setting up a new lab and then making the drugs would take weeks – project SOLDIER 1st Class would have failed. However, buying the drugs had lowered the chance of success as word had a surprisingly and suspicious way of making the rounds in Gotham. Reno had no ambition to go up against the Batman and with the way word spread in Gotham, Reno was expecting him in every shadow. Now they had to keep extra low and still catch the wayward specimens. He chewed his lip, things had been going so well…
"Turks…" muttered Robin leaning closer to the screen.
"Did you find something?"
"I don't know," answered Robin trying to brush off Nightwing's presents on his shoulder.
Nightwing had literally been passing though and had been roped into the search but being more of an action man rather than computer man, his help had been limited and not due to inability.
"I've found this… company, I guess – they don't actually say what they do. The write up is fantastic with talk of the future and energy saving. There is mention Turks with a picture of the redhead that Batman saw," explained Robin pointing at the main screen.
Apart from the useless blurb, there were three photos. One of the redhead, the caption said 'Reno of the Turks' and one of a blond man that had the caption 'Rufus Shinra - founder'. The last photo was of a building – generic in every possible way.
"I'll set the building dimensions and do a search; see if anything comes up," said Robin as he worked.
While he scanned through building Nightwing was running the name Rufus Shinra both looked up with a ping announce a result for the search on Reno.
"Airport security," said Robin with a grin.
"So the other two are Rude and Elena," said Nightwing reading out loud. "They flew in almost three years ago."
"Makes you wonder what they have been doing," said Robin looking at the list.
"Ah, got a hit on Shinra," said Nightwing. "Self made millionaire through technological developments, moved to Gotham three years ago."
"What developments?" asked Robin returning to the building search.
"Doesn't say," said Nightwing.
"What a surprise," muttered Robin. "I think I found the building."
"Where?" asked Nightwing anticipating action.
"Where else would you conduct illegal activities?"
"The docks," they said together.
They found Batman peering intently into a microscope.
"We have a 'where' and some of a 'who' – do you have a 'what'?" asked Nightwing.
"These drugs are more than the average enhancing drug – they appear to mutate human cells," said Batman.
"Mutate? As in change?" questioned Robin.
"Change how?" asked Nightwing.
"I'm not entirely sure. From my tests there is a definite increase in strength – but for what purpose?"
"Have you heard of Rufus Shinra?" asked Nightwing.
"His name came up in the search," explained Robin.
Batman though for a moment.
"I have heard the name in passing," he said.
"Nobody appears to know much about him or what he does," said Robin. "I found a building at the docks that belongs to him, it matches a photo I found in an article that statement Rufus Shinra as a founder."
"Founder of what?"
"I guess a company – the article doesn't say, the article doesn't say anything other than flashy words about the future and technological advances. No mention as to what the advances are," finished Robin.
"There was a picture of the redhead, Reno, and that he is part of the Turks and I don't think it's anything to do with Turkey," said Nightwing.
"Time for some recon?" suggested Nightwing.
"You two check out the building but don't engage; I've got a few more tests I want to run," said Batman.
"I think it's abandoned," said Robin again.
"Possibly. It could also be closed for the night," said Nightwing again.
"Abandoned," muttered Robin.
Nightwing stood and trust out his hand.
"Five bucks it's closed," he said.
"You are going to bet on this?" asked Robin also standing.
"You are the one who is so insistent," answered Nightwing with a grin.
"Me – insistent – fine," said Robin grabbing Nightwing's hand and giving it a firm shake. "Five bucks it's abandoned."
Silently they flew down to the building and were immediately lost in the shadows.
"An active alarm but it is not set," said Nightwing. "One for closed."
"One for abandoned, you mean. They're not going to set the alarm in case it goes off once they are gone," reasoned Robin.
Only the bottom level of the building had furniture – desks and other office equipment. The levels above were bare; stripped of carpets and wiring. The looked like they hadn't been used for years, if at all.
"An entire building and they only use the ground level," said Robin as they poked around the office.
"One for closed," muttered Nightwing as he found a computer on standby.
Robin made his way over and sat down. The desktop showed a generic default picture but was clear of shortcut icons. After a few minutes of searching Robin stood up with an exasperated sigh.
"This PC has never been used; it's a decoy."
"These filing cabinets are full of useless paper – printer check printouts, telephone directory pages – rubbish," said Nightwing from the bank of filing cabinets.
After trying to turn on a couple of computers, Robin opened one up to discover nothing inside.
"This office is a complete set up," he said and headed off toward the kitchen.
The kitchen caused him to frown. It definitely had been used, the fridge was still on and crumbs dusted the counter. The fridge was empty but had food stains in the drawers. Robin dusted for prints and set about lifting the twelve good ones. The building had definitely been used but not as an office.
"I found something," crackled Nightwing in his ear. "In the bathroom."
"I'll be there now, I'm just lifting some prints," answered Robin as he packed up.
The bathroom, like the kitchen, showed signs of use. Nightwing stood by one of the stalls, he pointed up as Robin approached. Robin looked up to see an air vent; he said as much.
"But where does it vent out?" asked Nightwing.
Robin shook his head indicating he didn't know.
"No where – it opens to nothing," said Nightwing. "It's the only one, so I check it out."
"I wonder why…" mused Robin. Suddenly he narrowed his eyes and climbed up to the vent. Opening it he saw it was as Nightwing said, smooth walls on all sides – too smooth.
"I think it's been plastered closed," he said as he starting hitting various sections of the plaster until he hit the hollow. With some effort he cleared out the plaster to reveal a lever.
"Let's say for a moment the office is a front and none of the other floors are used," started Nightwing, "but here we find a concealed level and that level leads us to-"
"Underground," said Robin.
Nightwing nodded and Robin pulled the level.
From the main office area there was the popping sound of air being released. Nightwing and Robin entered the room to find a section of wall indented ever so slightly; a gentle push was all that was needed to reveal a flight of well worn stairs.
"Ah, creepy stairs," sighed Nightwing theatrically.
Robin peered downed the stairs as they both listened for any sounds. It was quiet, or rather, if there were any sounds they didn't travel.
Flicking on their night vision, the two headed down the stairs carefully. Occasionally pausing in the hopes of hearing something but nothing drifted up from the dark. Eventually they reached the bottom and another door. It showed signs of damage and hasty repair.
"These stairs have taken us below the average basement level," said Robin.
Nightwing nodded. It was obvious that the building had been modified extensively, he was being to wonder what exactly they were going to find behind the door in front of them. The door wasn't locked; it wasn't even closed properly.
The room beyond was a laboratory – more accurately, a destroyed laboratory. They were able to turn off their night vision as the room was fairly well lit from overhead florescent bulbs. Four metal tables lay about the wreckage of paper, medical supplies and monitoring equipment. The back wall had six steel filing cabinets next to each other, all were open and empty save the last one.
"Well, I'm guessing they've taken everything of note or use," said Nightwing as he picked his way through the mess to the closed filing cabinet.
Robin made his way over to the bank of computers but found the CPUs missing.
Robin looked up to see Nightwing standing in front of the filing cabinet looking in. As he got closer, he saw it led to another room. This room however, was darker and lit from the glow of a central glass tank. The tank was empty and whatever had filled it was currently soaking what was left of the damaged machinery that lay on the floor. Both Nightwing and Robin stood looking at the scene for a moment.
"Human experiment for sure," muttered Nightwing with a grimace.
After taking samples, photographs and dusting for prints Nightwing and Robin left the building. As Robin looked back, he though he saw something moving in the shadows and paused midstep but he was unable to see anything.
"You see something?" asked Nightwing.
Robin shook his head.
"Nothing," he said. "Maybe a cat or-"
Robin blinked again, where there had been nothing – someone now stood in front of him. Even as he registered the intense blue eyes drilling into him, he was flying backward as the man's palm hit him square in the chest. For a moment Robin couldn't breathe in such was the pressure exerted on his chest by the man's hand. He landed heavily on his back and lay gasping; blinking in surprise and shock.
Nightwing was leaning over him looking concerned.
"Did you see him?" gasped Robin struggling to sit.
"That man – he…" Robin stopped, looking around. The street was clear.
"There's no one here," said Nightwing. "You were talking, then I heard you land on the ground."
"There was a man with blue eyes," started Robin before realising he knew nothing else.
"That's it – blue eyes," asked Nightwing.
Robin looked at the ground – could he say it?
"What is it?" asked Nightwing sensing that Robin was stalling.
"His eyes…" Robin swallowed, "they were glowing."