Hi, everyone! "Harley Quinn's Red Mark" is back with its newest installment!

First off, I want to thank you all for your patience and understanding. On some nights, I found it hard to concentrate and write. And life just gets in the way, you know? I've also been applying for a new job but no luck yet. Sometimes, I wish I can write fanfiction for a job.

But I still thank you. It means the world to me that you still follow this story and put up with me.

Anyway, enjoy the newest chapter!

Chapter 9: Gordon's Most Wanted

An explosion goes off at Gotham First Bank and blows the front doors off their hinges, unleashing a smoke cloud from the entrance. From the smokescreen came a statuesque brunette with frizzy red-streaked hair. She wore a black leather corset bodysuit with matching arm gloves and thigh-length boots. She also had a duffel bag full of money strapped to her back and a grenade launcher in her hands.

The woman looked around and saw no one around, "Good, no cops. The coast is clear. Time to go-"

She got an annoyed look, turned to the entrance, and called in, "Sugar! Will you get the fuck out here?!"

Inside was a pale-skinned woman putting money into two bags. She had short curly, blonde hair and wore a white, lacy bustier cami dress with matching stockings and high heels.

"Coming, Spice!" replied Sugar.

She picked up her bags and then turned to the people tied up on the floor, "You all have a nice rest of your day."

She hurried out of the bank and joined Spice, "I'm here now, Spice."

Spice smirked, "Good. Now let's go before Batman or the cops show up."

Before they could take a single step, a cloud of smoke erupted and engulfed them.

"Oh fuck!" cursed Spice, "Quick, back to back!"

She and Sugar put their backs together, and then Sugar asked, "Is it Batman?"

"Has to be. Keep your eyes peeled."

Suddenly, the handles of Sugar's bags broke, causing them to fall to the ground.

"Hey!" shouted Sugar.

It was not long until the strap to Spice's bag met a similar fate and dropped from her person.

"The fuck?" she asked aloud.

Roped bolas flew through the smoke, wrapping around Spice's grenade launcher and pulling it into the blinding cloud surrounding them.

"Shit!" swore Spice.

Another set of bolas, without a rope attached, zoomed toward the pair of bank robbers and wrapped around them, pinning them together.

"Oh no!" cried out Sugar.

Two smaller bolas flew forth and tied up each woman's legs.

"Oh fuck me in my hole!" shouted Spice, then she and her partner fell onto their butts as the smoke began to clear up.

Once gone, it revealed Red X standing above Sugar and Spice.

"Ya know, ladies, there are easier ways to make a withdrawal," he said with his hands on his hips.

Upon seeing him, Sugar's eyes lit up, and she squealed in delight, "Ah! It's Red X!"

Spice smirked at him, "Well, well, honey, what brings you here?"

Red X did not get a chance to answer due to loud sirens blaring from the police cars arriving at the scene. They parked right in front of the building, and over a dozen cops hopped out, brandishing their sidearms and shouting things like "Freeze!" "Don't move!" and "Hands in the air!"

Among the officers was Commissioner Gordon, who got his pistol ready to shoot and then called out, "Alright! All of you pieces of shit, get down on the- wait, Red X?"

X waved at him, "Oh hey, Gordon. What's up?"

"What's going on here? And what the hell are you doing here?" Gordon asked, glaring at the man in black.

"Well, I was just passing by when I heard the explosion and saw that Sugar and Spice, here, were robbing the bank so I swooped in and stopped them."

Sugar spoke up, "We actually thought it was Batman."

"Though Batman is not nearly as sexy," Spice winked at Red X and blew a kiss.

He winked back, causing her and Sugar to giggle or blush.

"Anyway, I figured I might as well get used to doing this kind of stuff since I'm moving back to Gotham and everything."

"You're what?!" shouted Gordon.

"Yeah. I'm moving back. You know, to be closer to Harley and Ivy. So you might be seeing me around more often. Taking down bad guys and all that."

"Mmmm, guess we gotta rob banks more often," purred Spice.

Sugar spoke, "And for future references, we respond positively to spankings."

"Whoa. A little spice in that sugar," X chuckled.

The blonde in the lacy dress fluttered her eyelashes while her partner-in-crime looked impressed.

"Anyway, Sugar and Spice are taken care of, I'll be on my w-"

"Freeze, you son of a bitch!" shouted Gordon, pointing his gun right at Red X, "You're under arrest!"

"Huh? For what?"

"Interfering with police business! The G.C.P.D. was called to the scene and you prevented us from doing our job!"

A female officer spoke, "Actually, sir, for Red X to interfere with police business, we would have had to be here first. Honestly, you can argue that he made our job easier by catchin' the perps."

Gordon glared at her, "God dammit, Cheryl, whose side are you on?"

Cheryl shrugged.

The commissioner kept his gun pointed at Red X, "Fine. I can still arrest you for one count of assaulting an officer."

"Who?" asked the man in black.

"Me, asshole! You attacked me the last time we met. A clear and vicious act against a law-abiding civil servant!"

"I pulled your gun out of your hand to keep you from shooting Harley. That's completely different!"

"It's the same thing!"

Cheryl spoke again, "Actually, sir, he's right. He would've had to physically harm you for it to be counted as assault."

"Dammit, Cheryl!" Gordon snarled at Red X, "Fine! I'll arrest you for stealing my sidearm!"

"Sir, he didn't take it. You still have it. It's right there in your hands," said the officer.

"Fuckin' shit, Cheryl!" the commissioner swore and then started to grumble and curse under his breath.

While this happened, Red X turned to Sugar and Spice and asked, "Hard to believe this man was once competent, huh?"

The ladies shrugged or nodded.

Gordon finished grumbling and pointed at Red X, "Just fuckin' arrest him!"

"That's my cue," X pressed his belt buckle and teleported away.

Upon seeing that his target had vanished, Gordon raised his fists to the sky.

"Red X!" he shouted, accidentally firing his gun and shooting a pigeon out of the sky.

-(The Harley crew's abandoned mall)-

Everyone stared at the television, watching the police move Sugar and Spice to a prisoner transport truck as Tawny reported the news on the scene.

"Sources say that Red X apprehended the pair of criminals in a matter of seconds. Before the G.C.P.D. even arrived on the scene," she said.

Sugar and Spice jumped in front of the camera and the former smiled and said, "Oh X, feel free to visit us in jail!"

"Especially for conjugal visits," added her partner before being loaded into the truck.

The camera returned to face Tawny, "Um, well, anyway, let's get some words from Commissioner Gordon, who was on-site accompanying the officers."

She approached Commissioner Gordon as he supervised the officers loading the criminal pair.

"Commissioner Gordon, any words on Red X stopping this bank robbery?" Tawny held the microphone to his face.

He glared into the camera and said, "No comment."

"Umm, okay. Can you tell us anything about the rumors of Red X moving back to Gotham?" she asked.

He answered, gritting teeth this time, "No. Comment."

Gordon started walking towards a police car, and Tawny and her cameraman followed him.

"Does this mean Red X will assist the police in fighting crime and taking on supervillains? Like Batman?" she asked.

The police commissioner whipped around and snarled into the camera, "He's nothing like Batman! Batman is a real hero! And a national treasure!"

"Uh, that's not what I-"

He grabbed Tawny's microphone and looked into the camera, "Red X is not a hero to the people of Gotham City! Gotham City belongs to Batman! And Red X is no friend to the G.C.P.D. Not now, not ever!"

A glare graced his existing angry face, "And if he knows what's good for him, he'll stay out of our way. Or better yet, leave town!"

Gordon released the microphone, entered the car, and drove away with the other vehicles.

Tawny looked into the camera, "Huh. Well, there you have it. It appears that Red X has returned to Gotham and is here to stay. Despite some harsh words from Commissioner Gordon. Though is Red X the hero that Gotham City needs?"

"Wow. You'd think he'd be more grateful," said Naruto, crossing his arms.

His Red X helmet was sitting on the coffee table.

Harley cuddles up to him, "He's just jealous ya bagged those two faster than he ever could. I mean, seriously, when was the last time Gordo bagged a supervillain by himself?"

Ivy, who was sitting on the other side of Naruto, actually gave it some serious thought, "I don't think he ever has. It's usually been Batman who nabs the bad guy."

"Makes ya think why he even bothers to stick around. Hasn't done anythin' useful in years and I hear he fucks up more often than he helps," said the bleached-skin blonde.

She starts to make circles on Naruto's chest slowly and sensually, "Though after seein' those two tied up like that, it's got me wantin' to be tied up later tonight."

"Oh really?" he smirked back.

Harley climbed into his lap and put her face close to his, "But nothin' super major. Maybe just me . . . tied up and helpless. Ballgag in my mouth, eyes covered. Then you take a big thick paddle and smack my-"

"Hey, hey! We agreed on no sex talk in the living room. Not after what happened last time," said Ivy before she sipped her tea.

"Oh, like you never lost control when around Naruto, Ive."

"You started fucking on the floor! Right in front of us!"

"For only two minutes."

"It was ten, Harls! Ten!"

"We took it to my room afterward."

"Yeah! After we all got eyefuls of your guys' junk!" shouted Dr. Psycho. "You two are animals! Filthy, disgusting animals!"

Clayface spoke, "Though we did receive a view of Naruto's impressive manhood. Bravo, good sir!"

"And I do like that heart tattoo on your left butt cheek, Harley. Where'd you get that?" asked King Shark.

Harley slid off Naruto's lap before answering, "Oh, me and Joker got wasted one night and hit up a tattoo parlor. But that fucker backed out at the last second and left me the only one with a stamped ass."

She rubbed her butt, "I'm thinkin' about gettin' words put around it that say 'X's bitch'. Whatcha guys think?"

"I'm all for that," smiled Naruto.

"I knew ya would be," Harley kissed his cheek.

Psycho gives Naruto a look of uneasiness, "Fuck, I am never gonna get used to seeing your ugly mug. It's so just . . . unnatural."

Naruto stopped wearing his helmet when visiting his girlfriends, finding the change refreshing. It was the only good thing from his encounter with Ra's al Ghul a week ago.

"Hey. There's nothing ugly about his mug," Ivy shot Psycho a quick glare.

Harley joined her, "Yeah! Our Foxy has a sexy face."

She nuzzled her cheek against his.

"It's still fuckin' unnatural," argued Psycho.

"Well, I'm happy that I get to see his cute whisker marks all the time now," said Harley, "They're why I call him Foxy."

A tiny blush appeared across Naruto's face.

"Oh! Because they make him look a cute fox," grinned King Shark.

"Bingo!" his boss gave him the wink-and-gun.

Naruto's blush got redder.

"But don't take Psycho seriously, Naruto. He's still mad he lost that bet days ago," chuckled the shark-man.

"Fuck you!" Psycho flipped off King, who just chuckled again.

"Anyway, baby, Harls is right about Gordon. He's just throwing a temper tantrum because you did a better job than him," says Ivy.

"Then how come he doesn't give Batman a hard time for doing what I just did?" asked Naruto.

"Because he's suckin' Batman's dick in their odd, and seemingly one-sided, bromance," replied Harley.

"Do you mean that figuratively or literally?" asked Clayface.

"Eh, you never know, right?" shrugged his boss.

Naruto spoke, "Well, I'm sure Gordon will realize we're on the same side soon."

"I wouldn't bet on it, hun. He's not exactly the most reasonable person on the police force," said Ivy.

"Well, he's gotta some sense left if he's still the police commissioner of Gotham."

"That or no other city wants him," said Dr. Psycho.

His remark got a 'ha' out of Harley.

"Look, I've been through this before in Metropolis with Commissioner David Corporon. He was hesitant about me at first, but he warmed up to me once he saw how helpful I was. I'm sure I can do the same with Gordon," Naruto said confidently.

Ivy shrugged, "Well, good luck to you. You're gonna need it."

"Well, now that's settled, I say we move on to some more important business," said Harley.

"What's that?" asked Naruto.

Without any warning, Harley leaped into his lap and started kissing him like a rabid horny teenager.

King Shark chuckles, "Third time he's fallen for that this week."

"Take it to your room!" Ivy shouted at Harley.

-(The next day)-

A pair of patrol cars sped down a road and came to a screeching halt in front of a jewelry store. The cars' doors opened up, and then four officers came out and took cover behind them, aiming their firearms at the front of the store.

An officer pulled out a megaphone and called, "This is the Gotham City Police! Come out with your hands up!"

Immediately, a woman came out with her hands in the air. She looked more like an employee than a burglar.

"Um, they can't come out," she calls to the police.

Another officer responds, "Why not?"

"Come and see why."

The officers entered the store and were ready for a fight, but no such conflict came. Instead, they found the burglars hanging upside-down from the ceiling, and their mouths gagged.

Each cop was bewildered at the sight, then the woman from before approached them and held out a piece of paper, "Also, I was told to give you this."
An officer took it and read it to find that it said,

'Bad guys bagged!'
'Courtesy of Red X.'
'Have a nice day.'

-(The following day)-

"Car Forty-Eight in pursuit of two confirmed bank robbers," said a male officer behind the wheel of a patrol car.

He and his partner were tailing a compact car in a high-speed chase, but things soon took a turn when one of the robbers stuck their upper body out and started shooting at them. Luckily, no one got hit.

"Head onto Harley Quinn Highway! We can lose them there!" shouted the shooter.

The driver replied, "Got it! Also, why did they name it that?"

"Who the fuck knows. Probably high."

Something suddenly landed on the hood of the car with a thud. The pair looked to see it was a small black disc.

"The fuck is that?" asked the shooter.

The driver replied, "I don't know-"

The disc unleashed a wave of electricity throughout the vehicle and caused it to stop. The robbers' heads slammed into the dashboard, knocking them out. It was then the police car arrived, and the officers ran out to take on the criminals but were shocked to see them unconscious.

"What happened here?" asked one of the officers.

A small beam of light soon emitted from the disc and morphed into a hologram of Red X.

"I'll let you take it from here, officers. Just glad to help out," said the miniature X before the device self-destructed in a flurry of electric sparks and smoke.

-(The day after that)-

Two armored police trucks parked some yards away from a warehouse. The backdoors of the vehicles swung open, and over a dozen officers wearing tactical gear stormed out, all led by Commissioner Gordon.

Gordon pumped the shotgun he was wielding and spoke to the team, "Alright, men. We tracked down some of Carmine Falcone's gang to this warehouse. Now, we just gotta bust in, make the arrest, then get the four-one-one on Falcone's weapon smugglin' ring. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," said most of the team.

"Also, sir, we're not all men here," said Cheryl, who was also in S.W.A.T. gear.

"Oh. Sorry, Cheryl," apologized the commissioner.

The group reached the loading doors of the warehouse and got ready.

"Okay, men . . . and Cheryl," Gordon said, making sure to remember the only woman amongst them, "On the count of three."

He and another officer each grabbed a handle, "One . . . two . . . three!"

They pulled the doors open and, immediately, a man in a suit flew out and landed on the ground outside.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Gordon as he and the others looked at the unknown man.

They immediately noticed it was one of Falcone's mobsters, and he looked roughed up. The sound of fighting and gunfire drew their attention inside, and what they saw were members of Falcone's gang taking on Red X . . . and failing miserably.

X kicked a guy into another, "To be fair, I gave you all a chance to come quietly."

A mobster brandishing a switchblade charged at the master thief/assassin, but Red X grabbed his wrist and threw him onto a nearby poker table, breaking it in two. It was not long until a man wearing brass knuckles came rushing and took a couple of swings at X. The black-clad assassin deflected the punches, and then he grabbed his attacker and drove a knee into his gut.

All the air left the mobster's lungs before he was sent to the floor by a fist to the face.

"Ya know, it's not too late to surrender," said Red X.

"Fuck you!" shouted a gangly man as he finished loading his pistol and then started shooting at their attacker.

X ran and took cover behind some crates.

"Now that was just rude," he muttered to himself.

The master thief/assassin pulled out a couple of X-shurikens and waited for the gunfire to stop before popping out from his cover and throwing them at the mobster shooting at him. One of them slashed the shooter's hand and caused him to drop his gun as the other stuck itself into his shoulder and then delivered a mild electric shock that knocked him out.

"Good. That's taken care of," said Red X.

"Got you now, you bastard!" shouted a voice behind him.

He turned around and saw a muscular male ready to strike him with a crowbar.

"Say goodnight!" the mobster brought his weapon upon his Red X.

Quickly, X grabbed the crowbar and yanked it out of his attacker's hand, and then socked him in the jaw and swung the crowbar into their crotch. The mobster dropped to his knees, gave off a high-pitched moan of pain, and slowly went unconscious.

"Goodnight," said X before tossing his weapon aside.

He stepped out from behind the crates and noticed Gordon and the officers at the door, all with expressions of shock on their faces.

The black-clad assassin gave them a greeting wave, "Oh hey. I heard you've been having a hard time nailing these guys, so I figured I'd help out."

He rolled his shoulders to relax them after such a brawl, "Anyway, there are some more guys tied up in the back. You could probably get some info from them.

I'll let you take it from here. See you around."

"Hold it-!" Gordon called out, but Red X teleported away.

The other officers looked around at the lawbreakers on the ground, and then Cheryl said, "You gotta admit, sir. He does some really good work."

Her words just caused the police commissioner to growl in fury.

-(A few hours later at the Legion of Doom headquarters)-

"Red X is a menace to Gotham! He has interfered with police business and taken down dangerous criminals with no regard for the safety and well-being of others! This kind of unlawful vigilante justice will not be tolerated in our proud city!" said Gordon as he addressed a large press crowd in front of the police station.

"Effective immediately . . . Red X is on our most wanted list! The G.C.P.D. will be devoting its resources to finding and arresting Red X! So the next time I see him, he's going in cuffs!"

Murmurs and camera flashes erupted from the people, and then the screen froze, and the picture shrank to reveal the Cowled Critic.

He started speaking, "You heard right, Cowlheads. Police Commissioner Gordon has put Red X on G.C.P.D.'s most wanted list. Looks like someone's jelly about being outdone by someone far better. What could this mean for the unforeseeable future? Hopefully, some sick entertainment."

"Interesting. Very interesting," said Lex Luthor.

He and the rest of the Legion were watching the video in the conference room.

"Re-I mean You-Know-Who on the most wanted list?" asked Scarecrow, making sure not to speak Red X's name, "Is Gordon serious?"

A cackle from Joker rang out and then he said, "I sure fuckin' hope so. This is too beautiful!"

"And you know what this means for the Legion of Doom, don't you?" smirked Lex.

"I most certainly do. It means . . . we can finally get those chocolate-drizzled bear claws for the breakroom!" Bane cried out, standing from his seat and flexing his arms.

"No, you idiot!" shouted the leader of the Legion.

The muscular man groaned in disappointment and sat back down.

Lex rubbed his temples, sighed in annoyance, and said, "It means we'll finally be free of You-Know-Who. Once and for all!"

"What do you mean, Lex?" Gorilla Grodd asked.

"Isn't it obvious, my simian friend?" Lex smirked, "If Gotham Police arrests and captures him, they'll send him somewhere where we'll never have to deal with him. Ever. Again."

All the other villains in the room immediately caught on to what he was saying and got excited.

"That means we can get back to work without that lowlife getting in our way," grinned Penguin.

Joker stood up, raised his arms, and cheered, "Halle-fucking-lujah! 'Bout time Gordo was useful for something."

Other villains started to cheer.

Black Adam chimed in, "Wait. What if Gotham Police cannot catch him?"

"Ha! Trust me, Adam. With the way Gordon is now, he'll never rest until You-Know-Who is rotting behind bars," grinned Joker, "That insane determination will drive the dear police commissioner into an obsession "

"I don't know about that," said Livewire, propping her feet on the table, "You-Know-Who is like the fuckin' Road Runner. Always out of the reach of Wile E. Coyote."

"The wily coyote is hunting You-Know-Who now? Oh! That means his capture is inevitable," said Bane.

The electrical woman responded, "It's a figure of speech, ya dummy! I'm saying Gordon will never get his mitts on You-Know-Who."

"And what makes you such an expert, lightbulb?" sneered Joker.

"I used to tangle with the guy back in Metropolis. He's fast, stealthy, strong, and cunning. The ultimate package," she said with a small coo of admiration.

"You sound like the president of the asshole's fan club," said Black Manta.

Her response was flipping him the bird.

Lex cleared his throat to get everyone's attention, "Nevertheless. I'm calling for an immediate cease on all villainous plans and schemes in Gotham City," announced Lex.

Joker and the rest of the Gotham villains made their disappointment known.

"I know, I know. But it'll attract the attention of the police. Meaning they won't be focusing on capturing You-Know-Who. And that's where we need their attention the most," he explained.

His cohorts reluctantly agreed to what he was saying.

Lex continued, "And once he's out of our lives, feel free to go wild with whatever schemes you come up until then. I'll even fund them all personally. Call it a gift."

Gotham's villains could not resist smiling at that.

~"Ain't gonna happen,"~ sang Livewire as she checked her nails.

"Oh fuck you!" snarled Joker.

-(Later that night)-

Red X traversed the city's rooftops and was on the lookout for any trouble. Even though he watched Gordon's press conference, he was determined to protect Gotham City. He was also sure that this whole mess would pass and Gordon would understand that he was here to help.

'It's painful that you're still so naive,' Kurama told him.

The disguised Naruto replied, 'I like to think of it as being more hopeful.'

'Oh don't make me fucking puke. We both know that Ivy is right about Gordon.'

Red X jumped onto an apartment complex and traversed across it, 'I know she's right. But what choice do I have?'

'Move back to Metropolis?'

'No.'

'We could ruin Gordon's career,' Kurama answered as X performed some parkour moves while going across three more buildings.

'No. Besides, he's kinda doing that on his own. I've seen those nasty tweets about him.'

'Then there's only one option . . . let's kill Gordon.'

'Absolutely not,' replied Red X as he continued to move across rooftops.

'Why not? It'll be easy. And no one would miss him.'

'Maybe but the answer is still no.'

Kurama let out an annoyed growl.

'I know, I know. But I can't do anything except keep doing what I am doing. And maybe, just maybe, Gordon will come around . . . eventually.'

'A waste of time.'

'Probably. Or maybe I can talk to him. Man to man.'

'A bigger waste of time.'

Red X leaped onto the roof of a church, 'Most likely. But nothing can hurt from trying.'

Suddenly, a light shone down upon him, and the sound of whirling blades filled the air.

A voice then rang out, "Freeze! Don't take another step, you piece of shit!"

X immediately recognized it as Gordon's, and it sounded like it was coming from a megaphone. He looked up to see the police commissioner riding in a helicopter shining its spotlight upon him.

The master thief/assassin shielded his eyes and he called, "Gordon?"

"I said don't move, you son of a bitch!" yelled out Gordon, then he turned to the officer piloting the copter, "Get us down closer."

The pilot replied, "But sir if we go too low-"

"Closer! I'm not missin' this chance to catch the little shit!"

Red X called out again, "Gordon! Hey! Gordon!"

Gordon stuck his head back out and spoke into the megaphone again, "Yeah, what?"

"Look, I know we got off on the wrong foot or whatever, but we're on the same side!"

"Shut it, asshat! I don't wanna buy what you're selling!"

"I'm here to help, Gordon! I wanna help protect this city. Just think of me as another Batman-!"

"YOU'RE NOT BATMAN!" screamed Gordon, then he pulled out his gun and took a shot at Red X.

Luckily, X heard the gunshot and dodged the bullet.

"What the fuck?! Did you just shoot at me?!"

"And there's more where that came from!" Gordon continued to shoot at Red X.

It was not long until the clip was empty, and then Red X heard Kurama speak, 'Wanna try talking to him again?'

The master thief/assassin could easily detect the sarcasm dripping throughout that sentence but responded, 'Maybe when he's not so trigger-happy. For now, let's get outta here.'

X pressed his belt buckle . . . but nothing happened. He tried again, and still nothing happened.

He let out a sigh and muttered to himself, "Shit. I forgot to replace the core, didn't I?"

Kurama chuckled, and then Gordon started firing at Red X again.

X dodged the bullets as the police commissioner shouted, "You're not getting away this time!"

'We'll see about that,' the thief/assassin thought to himself, and then he made a mad dash to the edge of the roof and jumped off into an alley.

"Hey! Get back here!" shouted Gordon, then he turned to the copter pilot, "Land this thing!"

The officer replied, "But, sir, there's no place to-"

"I said land this goddamn copter! Now!" the commissioner ordered.

His officer had to comply as they guided the aircraft down to the street below. And watching them from the alley was Red X.

'Okay. I gotta lose Gordon somehow,' he thought.

Kurama spoke, 'Though you could hide in the shadows and pounce on him. Perfect chance to kill him.'

'No! . . . But that does give me an idea.'

After hopping out of the copter, Commissioner Gordon made it to the alley and held his gun up at the ready.

"Okay, Red X! Come on out, and I won't shoot you. . . Too much," he said, muttering the last part.

Red X stepped into view with his hands up, "Okay, okay. You caught me, Gordon."

"I did?" the commissioner was surprised but regained his composure, "I-I mean, of course, I did! I knew I would!"

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, "Now, come on over here so I can put you away for good!"

"Alright. I'll let you take me away," Red X walked out of the alley, "But you gotta catch me first!"

The thief/assassin suddenly took off into a sprint.

"HEY! Get back here!" Gordon immediately started pursuing him.

Their chase took them down streets and around corners barely lit by the lamps and lights. Any citizens taking part in the city's nightlife that they ran past were surprised at seeing the pursuit. Red X performed acrobatics feats and parkour to avoid bystanders and objects, yet Gordon was huffing and puffing while doing his best to keep up.

The pursuit stopped when X ducked into an alley and quietly entered a building's backdoor. Unfortunately, the commissioner saw that and smirked.

"Can't get away from me. I gotcha now, you son of a bitch," he gasped and wiped a small glob of drool from his lips.

Gordon immediately went into the backdoor and found himself in a bar. It was full of men in biker outfits, and they were all glaring at him.

"Huh, some kind of biker bar," he muttered while looking at the crowd. "Excuse me, fellas, I'm looking for a guy."

The tough-looking bartender in a sleeveless vest replied, "A guy?"

"Yeah. One in black. You've seen anyone like that?" asked Gordon.

The patrons looked at each other to see if any were wearing black. Pretty much every one of them was.

A bar patron approached him and said, "Well, good news, we know exactly where you can find a guy in black."

"Oh really? Where?"

Another patron smirked and said, "Right here, honey."

Gordon arched his brow at him, "Huh?"

He soon felt a muscular arm wrap itself around his shoulders. He saw it was a man with a toned body and a hungry smirk across his face.

"That's right, baby. Your search has come to an end," the man said.

He suddenly pulled Gordon in close and looked at the bartender, "Gustav, play us something good for this teddy bear here."

"Hold on. What's happening?" asked the police commissioner.

Gustav went to the jukebox and had it start playing "El Bimbo" by Jean-Marc Dompierre.

"Wait, why does this song sound familiar?" said Gordon, thinking until something clicked in his mind and his eyes widened in fear. "Oh no."

The muscular man began to lead him through a tango while other patrons joined the dance.

"Whoa! Wait a minute! Stop!" the commissioner cried out.

His dance partner got his face close to his and said seductively, "Don't worry, baby. I'll make sure you have an unforgettable night."

Gordon wailed as his partner forced him to keep on dancing. Red X, hiding behind a black curtain, noticed the commotion. He tried hard not to laugh and then quietly slipped through the back door to the alley.

"Oh man, the boss is gonna love this," he said before suddenly disappearing in a puff of smoke.

With his helmet off, Naruto was lounging on a rooftop when the sudden memory surge from his Shadow Clone hit his brain.

He broke out in laughter, "Oh shit. Poor Gordon."

Kurama was laughing as well, 'Oh I don't know about that. Looks like he was getting plenty of love in that club you led him to.'

'I don't know that was gonna happen. I just wanted to lose him.'

'Whatever you say.'

After calming down, Naruto put his helmet back on and got up.

'Though I get the feeling Gordon is gonna mad tomorrow.'

He leaped off the building as Kurama snickered, 'I don't think mad will cover it.'

-(The next day)-

The footage of Commissioner Gordon shooting at a church and dancing with the men at the club played as part of a television news broadcast.

"As you can see, these recent actions from Commissioner Jim Gordon are less than appealing. To say the least," said a man behind a news desk. "The people of Gotham had this to say in response."

A teenage boy appears on the screen, "The guy is, like, totally nuts. I heard he shoots pedestrians. For fun."

An elderly nun appears, "He is clearly troubled. For him to shoot at a church, this poor soul is possessed by the devil."

The upcoming interview is with Barbara Gordon, wife of the police commissioner.

"I've known my husband has had a screw loose for some time now. I figured something was wrong when he started staying out too late, and after seeing him dance with those men, I finally see what he's been up to," she said.

The screen returns to presenting the anchorman, "When questioned, Commissioner Gordon has this to say."

An interview featuring Gordon starts playing, "This is the last straw! I am officially declaring martial law against Red X! I'm gonna come at him. Hard! With everything I've got! It's war, Red X! WAR!"

"Declaring martial law. Against a single person. Has Commissioner Gordon finally gone off the deep end? We'll find out more la-" said the news anchor before the broadcast was quieted by Batman, who was watching it with Robin and Alfred on the Batcomputer in the Batcave.

"This does not bode well, sir," said Alfred.

Batman replied, "No, Alfred. No, it does not."

The Caped Crusader sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dammit, Jim."

"Is this one of those times when you have to step in and do something?" asked Robin.

"I think I have to. Or else Jim is going to have all of Gotham against him," Batman started typing on his console. "But first, I'll need to have a word with someone."

-(Inside a diner)-

Batman was sitting inside a booth and looking over a menu.

He felt someone silently sit down opposite him and then he said, "Thank you for meeting me here."

He set down the menu to find Red X sitting before him.

"No problem," X shrugged.

A waitress comes over with her notepad and pencil and says, "What can I get you, fellas?"

Batman hands her the menu, "I'll have my usual, Louise."

"Slice of apple pie and a cup of coffee. Got ya, Bats," Louise turns to Red X, "And for you, hun?"

"I'll take the same," he says.

"You got it. Be back in a bit," said the waitress before she left to get their orders.

X turns to Batman, "You have a 'usual' here?"

"I frequent this diner on long nights. The apple pie is very good," answered the Cape Crusader. "But I'm sure you know that I didn't call you here for the pie."

"I'm gonna say that this is about Gordon," replied the thief/assassin.

"It is."

"Bats, I didn't do anything," said Red X. "I mean, yes, I took away his gun to save Harley, but that's it. I have no idea why he'd want to declare martial law on me. The guy's seriously unhinged."

"Jim's been going through a lot lately. But he's doing his best to overcome those obstacles," said Batman, trying to defend his co-worker.

As he promised a while ago, he began lending an ear to Gordon and letting his co-worker talk about the problems he was having with his wife. He could not help regretting his decision when it came to the 'problematic sex' descriptions, however, but was glad that Gordon and Barbara were seeking counsel.

"Still, it doesn't excuse his actions. And I am afraid that if Jim keeps acting irrational, the people of Gotham will turn against him," added Batman.

Red X shook his head, "No offense, Bats, but it might be too late for that. His street cred is no good."

"I'm well aware," said the Caped Crusader as Louise returned with their order.

"Here you go, guys," she said, setting everything into place.

Batman replied, "Thank you, Louise."

Red X nodded, "Yeah, thanks."

"Enjoy," the waitress smiled then left.

The two anti-heroes resumed their talk while preparing their coffees.

"X, your actions these few days make it clear you are here to help Gotham. But you'll never be able to convince Jim with the way he is now," said Batman.

X asked, "Then how do I?"

"For that, we'll need some help," said the Caped Crusader as he started to partake in his apple pie.

-(Gotham City Police Station)-

In the bullpen, Commissioner Gordon was addressing every officer under his command. He was garbed in tactical gear.

"Alright! Listen up! Today marks the first day of our new mission – takin' down Red X!" he announced.

An officer spoke up, "Sir, is this even a good idea?"

"Yeah. Shouldn't we focus on more important things?" asked another.

"There's nothing more important than this! Getting rid of the Red X menace is our number one priority!" shouted Gordon.

"I don't know, sir. If you think about it, with both Batman and Red X in Gotham, our job is gonna get pretty cushy," said an officer.

"That means we'd get paid just to sit around and do nothing. I am all for that," the cop who said that put their feet up on the table.

Many others in the room were starting to think the same way until the commissioner shouted, "Well, you all can forget it! No one's gettin' comfy until Red X is in custody and then shipped off to live the rest of his life in the deepest, darkest hole on the planet!"

The officers became disappointed to hear that, and then someone came into the room and said, "I would advise against that, Commissioner. Tryin' to catch Red X is a waste of time."

Everyone looked to see a pretty Hispanic woman wearing a dark purple jacket and pants, a white button-up shirt, and high-heeled boots. She began walking towards Gordon as many of the officers became captivated by her looks.

The police commissioner frowned, "And what makes you an expert, Miss . . . I'm sorry, who are you?"

She reached him, "Detective Renee Montoya. You approved of my transfer from Metropolis P.D., sir."

Detective Montoya pulled some papers from her jacket and handed them to Gordon. He took them and looked them over quickly.

"Oh yeah, right. I think I remember signin' some shit like that," Gordon muttered.

"Anyway, as I was saying, you're wastin' your time chasing Red X. In Metropolis, we worked with him. And because of that, we managed to reduce typical street crime by thirty percent," said Montoya.

"No offense, little lady, but your man-in-charge clearly had his ass on backward. We don't work with vigilantes here in Gotham," said Gordon.

"What about Batman? Don't you work with him?"

"That's different! Batman's a hero. He just does it outside the law and dishes out justice his way."

Montoya arched her brow at him, "That's the definition of a vigilante, sir."

"Meh, you're new here. You'll learn the difference," said Gordon, then he pulled a small flask from underneath his tactical gear and took a swig.

"Should you be drinking while on duty?"

"Yes, absolutely. Because we have a mission, and Papa needs a full tank of gas," he took another swig.

Montoya felt uncomfortable and disgusted by his behavior.

Gordon put his flask away, "But enough of this briefing crap, let's get out there and nab us a scumbag vigilante!"

The commissioner walks out of the bullpen, though no officer follows him. He immediately noticed and poked his head back into the room.

"And anyone who doesn't walk out with me . . . is fired!" Gordon shouted.

Everyone in the room either groaned or sighed before getting up and leaving the bullpen.

"That's better," nodded the commissioner, and then he led everyone to the front lobby.

Montoya caught up to him, "Sir, I'm serious. There is no need to pursue Red X. If you could jus-"

"No can do, little lady. The sooner we get him off the streets, the better for everyone," he responded.

They all entered the lobby as Gordon looked back at the officers, "We have a job to do. And nothin' is gonna stop us."

It was then his smartphone went off, and he answered it.

"Hello? . . . Mayor Hill? Why are you callin' me? . . . An emergency? . . . You need me? Really? . . . I'll be right there!" Gordon hung up his phone and turned to everyone else. "Change of plans! We'll start our new mission as soon as I get back!"

The commissioner ran out of the building, leaving every officer dumbfounded.

"Is it always like this around here?" asked Detective Montoya aloud.

Cheryl answered, "Nah, sometimes it's worse."

-(City Hall)-

Still wearing his tactical gear, Gordon burst into the mayor's office and had his gun ready, "Don't worry, Mayor Hill! Commissioner Jim Gordon is he-!"

He was suddenly taken back by the sight of Mayor Hill sitting at his desk, safe and sound but off to the side were Red X and Batman.

A strange grin broke out on the commissioner's face, "Aha ha ha! I see what's going on here!"

He pointed at the founding member of the Justice League, "Batman, you badass son of a bitch. You took down Red X, who was holding the mayor hostage. Ha ha!"

A confused Red X turned to Batman and whispered, "Why does he think I took the mayor hostage?"

The Caped Crusader shrugged.

Gordon gave Batman a thumbs-up, "Good work, partner! I'll take it from here."

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and then leers at Red X like a deranged psycho, "Your days of holding mayors hostage are over, you piece of shit. Come to Papa."

"Wow. One night in a gay biker bar, and you start soundin' like a creepy closet pervert," Red X said with a tinge of fear in his voice.

Gordon snarled upon hearing that and aimed his gun at Red X, "That's it!"

Batman quickly got between them, "Jim! That's enough."

The commissioner was shocked to see the Caped Crusader do this, "Batman? Buddy, what are you-?"

Mayor Hill spoke next, "Jim, sit down."

He pointed to the single chair before his desk and gave Gordon a stern look.

"But Mayor Hill, I have t-"

"I said, sit. Down. Now."

The firm tone of the mayor's voice caught Commissioner Gordon off guard and compelled him to put away his gun and take a seat.

Mayor Hill took a deep breath and spoke, "Jim, this has to stop."

"I don't understand," said Gordon.

"This whole thing with Red X. It's time to call it quits."

"What?" Gordon jumped up to his feet, "But sir! Red X is a menace to society. His meddling in the law must be stopped!"

Mayor Hill sighed, "Jim, these past few days, Red X has helped this city more than you have in a year. Hell, he even gave us a shot at Carmine Falcone's weapon smuggling ring."

Batman spoke up next, "Speaking of which, Jim, did you make any progress in tracking the source of those weapons?"

Gordon suddenly averted his gaze, "Uhhh . . . define 'progress'."

Mayor Hill, Batman, and Red X all let out a groan of annoyance.

"Well, I was very busy!" said the commissioner in an attempt to save face.

"Figuring out ways to capture and arrest me?" Red X asked.

Gordon shifted his eyes side to side quickly, " . . . Maybe."

The other three men in the room gave off another collective groan.

"So instead of following up on a mafia boss that has been plaguing Gotham for years, you decided to pursue your interests?" Mayor Hill asked angrily.

"But, Mayor Hill, Red X is a menace! He helped Harley Quinn escape my custody!" the commissioner said, trying to divert attention from himself.

X immediately replied, "Technically, Harley wasn't in your custody. And I'm pretty sure you were about to gun her down without reading her rights."

Gordon glared and muttered, "You don't know what I was gonna do."

"Were you going to do that, Jim?" asked Batman.

Again, the police commissioner darted his eyes from side to side, " . . . Maybe."

The Caped Crusader facepalmed.

"But Red X still started the whole thing! He took my gun! And he thinks he's better than you, Batman!" Gordon whined, tattling like a child.

"Okay," said Red X, "One, I have never said I was better than Batman. And two, why does me briefly taking your gun away matter so much?"

"Because a gun is a man's manhood. And you took my manhood. You don't take another man's manhood. Especially my manhood," said Gordon.

"Stop saying manhood. It sounds creepy when you say it."

"I'll show you creepy!" shouted the police commissioner, then he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Red X.

Before anything else can happen, Batman rushes forward and forces the gun towards the floor.

"That's enough, Jim," said the Caped Crusader.

Suddenly, Gordon fired a shot into the floor.

"Oh shit! Sorry! Sorry. Force of habit," the commissioner smiled nervously.

Mayor Hill rubbed his temples as he could feel a migraine coming, but he stood up and said, "Listen, Jim, this is what is going to happen. First, you are going to cease all Red X-based pursuits."

Gordon was let go from Batman's grasp and then frowned, "But sir, I just announced that I was declaring martial law. I was gonna use those new tanks that we bought with the taxpayers' dollars."

"You bought what?!" asked Red X.

The mayor replied to Gordon, "No tanks! And you cannot declare martial law. Only I can."

The commissioner pouted, "Hmph."

"And second. Starting tomorrow, Red X will work with the G.C.P.D for the rest of this week."

"WHAT?!" shouted Gordon.

"That's right. This will help repair your damaged public image so it is . . . 'less damaged'. People surprisingly don't like you, Jim," said Mayor Hill.

"I call bullshit on that! The people of Gotham love me," argued the commissioner.

The other three men in the room awkwardly averted their gaze from him.

"Anyway, this will show the people that you are mature enough to admit you made a mistake and are willing to make amends," said the mayor.

Gordon crossed his arms and pouted, "I don't wanna be mature."

Batman spoke, "Jim, this is the best option. Red X and I even worked out this idea with Mayor Hill."

"Yeah. After Bats and I had pie," added Red X.

A loud gasp escaped the police commissioner's mouth, "You two did what?!"

He looked at Batman with eyes full of pain, "Batman . . . are you cheating on me?"

"What?" the Caped Crusader became greatly confused by those words.

Red X facepalmed as Mayor Hill spoke again, "Enough. Jim, this is going to happen. And that is final."

He stood up, "And I think the best start is with a handshake between you and X."

"Fine with me," Red X walked up to Gordon and held out a hand.

Gordon looked at the hand and just lowly growled.

"Jim," Batman said in sternly, like a parent scolding their child.

"Fine," muttered Gordon, then he shook X's hand.

-(Mama Macaroni's)-

"You're gonna fuckin' work with Gordon?" asked Harley.

She, Ivy, and Red X were in a brand-new Italian restaurant five blocks from the mall. After the meeting with Mayor Hill, he decided to take his girlfriends to lunch there and tell them the news.

Red X replied, "It's only for the rest of this week."

"Dude, what if Gordon sees your face? You'd be screwed," said Ivy.

"No worries, I know how to keep my face hidden around local authorities. I've done it plenty of times," he replied, looking over a menu.

"Yeah, well, I still think this is a bad idea," said the redhead.

"Trust me, my rose, this is the best option for everyone."

"How? How could this possibly be the best option?"

"I show Gordon that we can work together, and his reputation gets fixed. Not by much, but still. Though he's been gettin' a lot of recent positive feedback from Gotham's LGTBQ+ community lately because of that video," X chuckled.

Harley crossed her arms, "I still agree with Ive. This is a shitty idea."

"Exactly," said Ivy. "Nothing good could come from this."

"Loves, I promise. I can handle this. Nothing's gonna go wrong," Red X assured them.

His girlfriends glanced at each other, and Ivy said, "Fine. Though if this shit goes sideways, we'll at least get to say we told you so."

Harley nodded in agreement, "Damn right."

"Fair enough," he said, "Now, what do you two feel like eating? 'Cause a lot of this looks really good."

-(The Harley Crew's abandoned mall)-

"Effective immediately, Red X will be cooperating with the G.C.P.D. In order to repair any relations between the two parties and work together to make Gotham City a safer place for all," said Mayor Hill as he addressed a crowd in front of city hall.

This press conference played as a video on Dr. Psycho's smartphone as he showed it to his accomplices.

Psycho paused it and chuckled, "Finally! 'Bout time that psychopathic manwhore became good for something."

"What do you mean?" asked Clayface.

"Think. With Red X in good with the police and him bangin' Harley, we can do some seriously evil shit and not get arrested for it. We're in the clear," the telepath snickered sinisterly.

King Shark spoke, "I don't think that's how it works, Psycho."

"Of course it does. And it also means that we'll rack up big juicy points with the Legion of Doom thanks to all the crime we'll get to do," Psycho grinned and then started walking away, "C'mon. We've got some planning to do."

King and Clayface looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders, deciding to go along with their crewmate's idea as they followed after him.

-(The next day)-

Standing just outside the doors to the police station, Gordon took out his flask and poured almost half of its contents into what remained of his Waynebucks coffee.

He took a big swig and muttered, "Okay, Jim. Just gotta get through this. You can do this, big guy, you can do this. After that, he's out of your hair. Yeah, yeah, I can do this."

He breathed deeply and walked inside to find Red X and the officers laughing. Some of them were holding what appeared to be a custard-filled frosted bear claw.

"What's so funny?" Gordon asked everyone.

One of the officers calmed down and answered, "Red X was just telling us some really good stories about his travels across the world."

"And some of them are fuckin' hilarious," said another.

While telling the police his adventures, Red X withheld sensitive details.

X shrugged, "What can I say? I live quite the life."

An officer held up a pastry and called to Gordon, "Hey, Commissioner, check it out. X brought in three boxes of these bear claws."

"Yeah, they're really good," said another.

"Ah, it's nothing really. Just thought some pastries might help break the ice or whatever in this partnership. I used to do it when I was still working with the Metropolis police," said Red X, giving an eye smile.

Montoya walked up and smiled, "It's true, he did."

Cheryl turned to Montoya, "Damn, you used to get these little pieces of Heaven when you worked him?"

"Kinda. They were more like croissants," replied the G.C.P.D. newcomer, "But these are pretty good too."

Red X chuckled, "I still remember how you were the first one in line for one every morning, partner."

Montoya gave a sheepish grin.

"'Partner'? You two used to work together?" Cheryl asked before taking a bite of her pastry.

X nodded, "Montoya and I were partnered up while I was working with the police in Metropolis. Took down a lot of bad guys together."

"And I think a crime mob or two," Montoya smirked.

"Yeah, we did," he said with a wink, then shared a quick fist bump with her.

Cheryl started smirking, "Ah, you two hooked up, didn't ya?"

The master thief/assassin and the detective shared a laugh.

"No, no. We were just partners," said Montoya.

Red X spoke next, "Yeah, it was just platonic."

Cheryl leaned towards another officer and whispered out from the side of her mouth, "They totally banged each other."

An officer approached Gordon and handed with a bear claw, "Here, boss. Ya gotta try one."

With a frown, the commissioner took the pastry and said, "Ya know that thanks to me, we've been getting donuts every morning for the past two years, right?"

"But sir, those are usually stale and rock-hard," the cop pointed to their bear claw. "These are soft and moist."

"Hey! Crunching on a stale donut builds character. Puts hair on your chest," the police commissioner retorted.

"No offense, sir, but I'd rather be chewing a soft bear claw than getting stomach cramps from old donuts," retorted the officer as others muttered and nodded in agreement.

Gordon frowned and softly growled.

Red X soon spoke up, "Anyway, I heard that you guys were still trying to get a handle on Falcone's weapon smuggling ring. Where are we on that?"

The commissioner spoke up, "Hold your tits, pal. I'm the one in charge here. And I'm the one who-"

Cheryl cut him off and answered Red X, "Well, we still have the guys you captured in custody. Haven't gotten the chance to process or question them yet."

"Great. Let's do that. Where are they?" the master thief/assassin asked.

"I'll show ya. Right this way, sir," she said, leading X into the back rooms.

Gordon pouted and muttered, "I'm the only sir around here."

Then he took a bite of his bear claw, and his eyes immediately widened, "Holy fuck, these are good."

Red X and Cheryl were looking at a lineup showing five of the gang members that he beat up the other day. The latter of the pair was looking at some files in her arms and writing down some things.

"Any of these guys big fish in Falcone's operations?" asked X.

The officer immediately replied, "Nope. From our intel, these guys are just low-level thugs. Probably just placed there to watch over the stash there."

"And Gordon never followed up on them?"

"No. He said he wanted us to focus on more important things."

"Like trying to catch me?"

Cheryl cleared her throat nervously and said, "Maybe."

X let out a sigh, "Figures."

"Anyway, let's get these assholes back into their cells and ready for interrogation," she said, closing up the files.

Before she could move, X grabbed her shoulder and said, "Hold on, let's have a little fun."

Cheryl arched her brow at him as he walked up to the console underneath the window, pushed a button, and spoke into a microphone.

"Okay, fellas. Who wants to shave some years off their sentence?" he looked to the thin guy on the far left, "First guy, sing the opening to "I Want It That Way"."

"Huh? Really? Okay," the man shrugged, then cleared his throat and sang, ~"You are my fire."~

X returned to the microphone, "Next guy, keep it going."

~"The one desire,"~ sang the portly guy next in the line.

"Next person, keep going."

~"Believe when I say,"~ said the third guy in line, who was tall and muscular.

"Next."

~"I want it that way,"~ the next person to sing was the fourth man, who was heavyset.

~"Tell me why."~ Red X sang while Cheryl was trying to hold in her laughter.

~"Ain't nothin' but a heartache,"~ all five men sang in unison, and they sounded quite good.

~"Tell me why."~

~"Ain't nothin' but a mistake."~

~"Now final guy."~

~"I never wanna hear you say,"~ sang the fifth man, who was, surprisingly, getting really into the song.

~"Whoo!"~

~"I want it that way,"~ all five sang, finishing the chorus.

Red X gave Cheryl an eye-smile, "They're actually pretty good."

His police accomplice finally let get out a laugh, "Oh shit, I love Brooklyn Nine-Nine."

"Yeah, it's a good show. And I don't know about you but I think Rosa is freakin' hot."

"No argument here."

They suddenly heard someone clear their throat behind them; they looked and saw it was Commissioner Gordon.

"What's, uh, what's going on here?" he asked.

"Um, nothin'. Just processing the gang members before choosing one for interrogation," said Red X.

"Oh good," Gordon looks at the lineup and eyeballs the scrawniest of the five, "Go with the skinny shit. He looks like he'll break like a twig."

X responded, "If I may, Gordon, it's best to go with the guy in the middle."

The commissioner looked at the most muscular and toughest-looking person in line, "Him? That guy looks like he eats bulldogs for breakfast. Nuh-uh, go with the stick."

"Trust me, Gordon. Give me five minutes, and I'll get the big guy to spill his guts."

Gordon was about to respond when an idea came to his mind and caused him to smile devilishly.

"You know what? I'm being rude," he walked up to Red X and put an arm around him, "You're our guest. So please, go right ahead."

"In that case, I'll get everything ready," said Cheryl before she left the room.

Gordon smiled at X, "Looks like I get to see your interrogating skills firsthand. This will be a real treat."

"Um, I guess," responded the master thief/assassin.

The commissioner gave his guest a somewhat unsettling grin in an attempt to be friendly. Though in truth, he was grinning at the thought of Red X failing to interrogate the guy of his choosing.

"A shipment comes in every week at the harbor. We usually get nine to twelve crates full of weapons every time. And the shipments are usually rifles, handguns, and a rocket launcher or two. We have no idea who the weapons come from. Only Carmine knows," said the muscular gangster, blubbering like a baby.

"What else?" asked Red X.

"There's a shipment coming in today! At noon! That's all I know! I swear!" the gangster jumped out of his seat and started banging on the one-way window, "Get me out of here! He's a maniac!"

Everyone watching the interrogation was impressed by Red X's skills.

Montoya smirked, "He still got it."

Cheryl smirked, "I bet."

All the other officers agreed, but Gordon was the only one frowning and pouting. All Red X did was sit across from the gangster and stare at him for two minutes before the gangster started cracking under the pressure.

"Anyway, we have a timeframe. I say we go down and take down these guys," Montoya said in a determined voice.

Every other officer agreed with her, and then she looked at Gordon, "What do you say, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Suit up or whatever," Gordon grumbled before taking a swig from his flask.

-(Miller Harbor)-

Gangsters in suits unloaded crates from a ship while another smoking a cigar supervised them.

"Move it! The boss wants those weapons moved to the new location before the end of the day," he said.

The men started moving faster as their leader watched them, but watching them were Commissioner Gordon, Red X, and the S.W.A.T. team from the other side of a nearby warehouse.

"Okay, there they are. Now we just gotta make the bust," whispered Gordon as he prepped his pistol. "We do it now."

Red X spoke up, "Hold on. We should-"

The commissioner got in his face, "Hey! You may be here because of the mayor and Batman, but I'm still the boss 'round here! And we're jumping these guys. Now!"

Before anyone could stop him, Gordon leaped out from his cover and pointed his gun at the gangsters, "Freeze, you sons of bitches!"

The criminals looked at him and then shared a chuckle before the leader smirked, "Oh look, it's Commissioner Gordon. Whatever will we do?"

He quickly took out a bulky-looking pistol and shot Gordon's gun right out of his hands. It was like something out of an old Western movie.

"Like it, Gordon? It's a brand new model. Now let's see what it can do to your fuckin' head," the gangster leader said, aiming for Gordon's head.

However, Gordon smirked, "Ha! I wasn't stupid enough to come alone."

He turned about to the corner of the warehouse, "S.W.A.T. team! Get out here and show these fuckers who's boss!"

Immediately, the S.W.A.T. team rushed out and aimed their rifles and pistols at the gangsters.

"Freeze, a-holes!" shouted Cheryl.

The criminals were momentarily stunned before they took crowbars to the crates, opened them, and pulled out pistols, rifles, and a couple of rocket launchers. They were all aimed at Gordon and the S.W.A.T. team.

"Ah, shit," muttered Gordon as he and the others immediately put down their weapons and put their hands up in the air.

The gangster leader chuckled, "Oh, this will be fun."

Suddenly, an X-shuriken soared through the air, pierced his pistol's barrel, and let loose an electrical shock that fried him and his weapon and knocked him out.

Everyone looked, and there was Red X, standing on the rooftop of another warehouse.

"Drop your weapons. And you won't get hurt," X said.

"Red X?!" shouted the leader, and then he smirked, "Well, well. The boss will be happy if we get rid of you."

He turned to the other gangsters, "Boys, show him what we do to caped freaks who get in our way!"

They immediately laid their weapons on the ground and put their hands up.

"We surrender!" they shouted in unison.

"Don't hurt us!" one of them cried out.

The leader slapped his forehead in annoyance, "No! Shoot him, you idiots! With the guns!"

"Ooooooooh!"

They picked up their weapons and opened fire on Red X. He quickly evaded all the incoming fire before pushing his belt buckle and teleporting behind two gangsters.

"Well, now you gonna get hurt," he said.

The master thief/assassin immediately grabbed their heads and knocked them together, knocking them unconscious. He began taking down every other criminal there with a combination of martial arts and acrobatics. It was not long until every gangster was disarmed, knocked out, and tied up or cuffed.

Afterward, Red X dusted off his hands and said, "And that is that."

The S.W.A.T. team cheered while Gordon crossed his arms and pouted.

"Red X is the best!" cheered an officer.

Those words just made the commissioner softly growl.

Over the next few days, Red X continued to work with the G.C.P.D. to handle every instance of crime in the city. They worked together to take down numerous criminals; their combined efforts soon decreased the crime rate. It was almost like the criminals were too scared to do anything.

There was a brief altercation with Dr. Psycho, Clayface, and King Shark, but Red X resolved it quickly.

The newfound sense of safety had a positive impact on the people's morale, and it also helped improve the public's perception of Commissioner Gordon. Red X's constant affirmation about their recent accomplishments stemming from the commissioner's leadership and cooperation played a role in restoring Gordon's image. However, despite the benefits brought by their partnership, Gordon was not pleased with Red X's presence.

During his stay, X gained much praise and admiration from the police officers. He would always bring in new delicious pastries, regale everyone with incredible stories, and essentially bond with nearly everyone in the station; some even acted like he was the guy in charge. The more all of this went on, the more upset Gordon grew.

But he was not the only one unhappy about this arrangement.

-(The Legion of Doom headquarters)-

Lex Luthor grabbed his computer monitor and threw it onto the floor, letting out an angry yell.

He stood up and shouted, "What the fuck?!"

Lex flipped his office chair, grabbed some of his decor, and chucked it around the room. However, he wasn't the only one in the room. With him were Joker, Two-Face, Scarecrow, Penguin, and Bane.

"They were supposed to be hunting him!" Lex chucks a priceless vase across his office that his companions dodged.

"They were supposed to arrest him!" he throws an original Van Gogh painting.

"Then lock him up and throw away the key!" he tosses a rare ornate statue that shatters on Bane's head.

"Ow," the muscular man said in response.

Lex looks at his cohorts and snarls, "Not work with him! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

"Guess plans fell through," shrugged Joker.

"Oh?! You think so?! What tipped you off?!" Lex's right eye started to twitch.

"Typical. Just when you need Gordon most, he fucks up," sneered Two-Face.

"On the plus side, we now have this viral video of Psycho getting his ass tasered," laughed Joker, using his smartphone to watch a video of Dr. Psycho getting periodically tased by Red X.

Penguin spoke up as he held up his umbrella and unsheathed its blade, "You know what? I say fuck Gordon and the G.C.P.D! Let's get rid of You-Know-Who ourselves."

"Are you nuts? He'd murder us before we could even try!" Two-Face retorted.

Bane chimed, "What if we lure him somewhere full of bombs and then explode the place?"

Everyone was quiet for a second, then Penguin said, "That's actually not a bad idea."

"But how would lure him?" asked Scarecrow.

"We could kidnap Quinn. Hold her hostage, then take out You-Know-Who. Nice and clean," suggested Two-Face.

"As I would love the idea of getting rid of both him and Harley, we'd never get close enough to nab her. Not with him and Ivy always around her," said Joker, putting away his phone.

"Enough!" shouted Lex, then he took a deep breath to calm himself down, "The point is with You-Know-Who now in Gotham City, our operations are in grave danger. And we need to get rid of him."

His cohorts nodded, and he continued speaking, "But whatever it is we need to do, we have to be smart about it. Make sure we take him down in one fell swoop."

"And I think I know who can help us," Joker said.

Lex arched his brow at him, "And who the fuck would want to help us get rid of him? Every criminal in Gotham is too chicken shit to do anything with him around nowadays."

The Clown Prince of Crime grinned and chuckled sinisterly.

-(Later that day)-

Commissioner Gordon walked towards his car, thankful that this day was over and Red X's partnership with the G.C.P.D. ended tomorrow.

Upon reaching his car, Gordon pulls out his keys and mutters, "One more day. Just one more day, Jim. You can make it."

He was about to put the key into the door when someone tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me."

"Yeah, what?" said Gordon as he turned around, but all he saw was a cloud of green dust, and then his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.

-(Unknown location)-

Upon waking up, Gordon discovered his head covered by a burlap sack and himself tied to a chair. He tried to call out, but he found his mouth covered by a piece of duct tape. The commissioner grunted as he struggled against his restraints before the bag came off.

He saw Joker, Two-Face, Scarecrow, and Penguin standing over him, and everyone was in a dark room.

"Look who's finally awake," said Two-Face.

He grabs the tape and pulls it off their hostage's face.

"OW!" Gordon yelped in pain since the tape had removed some of his mustache, but he regained his composure and sneered at the villains. "So, you've finally decided to just take me out, huh? Well, I'm not going down without a fight!"

Joker spoke up, "Oh please, Gordo. If we wanted to kill ya, we would have done it by now."

"But honestly, you're not worth the bullets," added Two-Face.

Gordon pouted, "Well, that's just mean."

Penguin stepped forward, "Believe it or not, Gordon, we're just here to talk."

He clapped his hands twice and said, "Lights on."

When the lights stayed dark, Penguin repeated but louder this time, "Lights on."

Joker just snarled and looked into the darkness, "Dammit, Bane! That was the signal!"

The lights came on to reveal that they were in some luxury lounge room, and off to the side was Bane near a light switch.

The muscular man shrugged, "Well, how was I supposed to know that that was the signal."

"The phrase was 'Lights on'. Pretty obvious," said Scarecrow as Bane joined them.

Joker groaned as he rubbed his forehead in frustration and muttered, "Someone just fuckin' kill me now."

"Anyways," said Penguin, holding up his umbrella, "Like I said, we're just here to talk."

He unsheathed the blade and used it to cut the ropes holding Gordon to the chair.

The commissioner muttered, "Yeah, about what?"

"Red X," growled Joker.

Bane flinched, "We're not supposed to say that name."

"In the office, Bane. It's fine here in this lounge room," said Two-Face.

"Oh. That certainly does make a difference."

Joker groaned and went to the nearby bar, "Anyways, Gordon, I get the feeling that you don't like having Red X around."

Gordon crossed his arms, "I don't know whatcha talkin' about."

"Ohohoho, come now, Gordo. We all saw your press statement earlier this week. And it's fucking obvious that he's giving you all the credit for everything over these past days. I know false praise when I hear it," said the Clown Prince of Crime as he pulled out six glasses from behind the bar.

The commissioner narrowed his eyes at him, "It's real. Those arrests were because of me."

Joker pulled out a bottle of liquor and opened it, "Sure. Whatever you say, Gordo. But I still bet you hate havin' that fucker around."

"No, no. It's great. He takes down criminals and gets the job done clean and easy," said Gordon. "The officers like him . . . more than they ever liked me . . . "

A smirk appeared on Joker's face as he poured the booze into the glass, "Is that so?"

The police commissioner's face suddenly was distorted in rage, "And for what?! Just because he brings fancy, tasty pastries? Because he gets along so well with the officers? Because everyone thinks he's so fuckin' cool? Thinks he's better than me?!"

Joker finishes pouring the drinks as his smirk grows, "Really?"

"I protect Gotham! I lead the G.C.P.D.! I am the G.C.P.D! But does anyone remember that? No! I'm thrown into the shitter because someone cooler and more competent came along! Well, fuck them! And fuck Red X!"

Gordon started panting as Joker, still smirking, held a glass full of liquor to him and chuckled sinisterly, "Thought so. Hehehehehe."

The commissioner walks over and takes the drink as everyone else comes over and takes a glass.

Penguin sat at the bar, "The point is, Gordon, we want Red X gone. And we believe you're just the man to help us."

Gordon took a swig of his drink and then asked, "Hey, I may hate the guy, but I ain't workin' with you freaks."

"If you're worried about it leading back to you, it won't," smirked Scarecrow.

Bane spoke up, "Yes. No one will be the wiser."

"And all you gotta do is follow our plan," smirked Two-Face.

Joker grinned and raised his glass, "What do you say, Gordon? You in?"

Gordon downed his drink and then gave the villains a steely look.

-(Molly's Bar)-

In a corner booth, Cheryl, Montoya, and other women from the police station were partaking in some drinks.

Montoya downed her scotch, exhaled, and said, "Thanks for inviting me on this girl's night, Cheryl. Been a while since I had drinks with co-workers."

"No prob. You're one of us now. That means you're practically family," grinned Cheryl.

Montoya smiled before another one of the women wrapped an arm around her.

"And as part of our family, you shouldn't have any secrets with us," smirked the woman.

Montoya arched her brow as Cheryl said, "Easy, Yin."

"Oh, c'mon. I think it's time we all know," smirked Yin.

"Know what?" asked Montoya.

"The truth about you and Red X. Dish. What really happened between you two?"

A chuckle came from Montoya, "Hate to break it to you, but we were just co-workers. Professional co-workers and all that."

Yin did not look convinced, but she said, "Fine. Whatever you say. By the way, what's your drink?"

"Well, as typical as it may sound, I do have a taste for tequila. Why?"

Montoya downed a shot of tequila and set the glass down alongside five limes worth of slices. She had a slurred smile, and her eyes seemed glassy.

She raised her hands and held them a foot apart, "He's this big. And he knows how to use it."

Cheryl, Yin, and the other women let out a loud 'Whoooo!'

"And the things he can do with it can turn a lesbian bi."

"How do you know that?" asked Cheryl.

A coy smile appeared on Montoya's face, and everyone else immediately gave off another 'Whoooo!'

Yin poured her another shot of tequila, "I'm liking you more and more."

Montoya smiled and downed the shot.

-(The next day at the Gotham City police station)-

Red X led Dr. Psycho, King Shark, and Clayface to the lobby where Harley and Ivy were waiting. Dr. Psycho would flinch with every other step as sparks emitted from his body.
"The fuck were you guys thinkin' robbin' the Gotham Diamond Exchange?!" demanded Harley.

"Uh, being fuckin' villains. You know, to get into the Legion of Doom and all that shit," said Psycho, "And I thought we'd be able to get away with it since your man-whore boyfriend was working with the police!"

"That's not how that works, you jackass!" shouted Ivy.

"We tried to tell him," said King Shark, and Clayface nodded in agreement.

Red X let out a sigh and then said, "Just please keep them out of trouble. It's my last day, and I really don't need this."

"I promise, baby. They won't," said Harley, then gave her crew a stern glare and pointed at the door, "March, misters!"

Dr. Psycho, King Shark, and Clayface hung their heads and exited the police station.

Both Harley and Ivy kissed X on the cheek on his helmet, then the former said, "See ya at home, boo."

"Right back at ya," he replied.

After his girlfriends left the station, a male officer approached Red X and asked, "So . . . what's your secret?"

"Hm?" asked X.

"How did you bag those two hotties like that?"

X placed his hands on his lap and assumed a stoic posture, "I possess a force that no other man can replicate or steal. Many have fought to possess it, but very few have succeeded. This power is ancient, dating back to the dawn of the universe."

The officer hung his head, "Shit. There's always a catch."

As he proceeded to leave, Detective Montoya came over and smirked at X, "What did you do to that one?"

"I answered his question," shrugged the man in black.

She chuckled before letting out a grunt of pain and placed a hand on the side of her head.

"Let me guess. Tequila again?" X said with a smirk in his voice.

Montoya smiled, "Shut up."

Commissioner Gordon entered the room and addressed everyone, "I just received an anonymous tip on my personal line. Joker and other villains were spotted in the industrial district."

"The industrial district? Why would they be there?" asked Red X.

"No idea. But the witness said they were spotted with a shitload of explosives. Like a truck full of them."

"Then we better get moving. No telling what they could be up to. Especially if that much explosives on hand," said Red X.

"Agreed," nodded Montoya.

A nearby officer stood up from their seat, "Yeah! Gonna see Red X in action!"

The other officers were about to get ready when Gordon spoke again, "No. It's better if it's a two-man job. Just me and X. The rest of you stay here."

Montoya spoke up, "Sir, is that even a good idea? If there are multiple supervillains in one location, it might be better to take the whole force. And call in Batman."

"No, no. This is the best move to make. A two-man team won't draw any attention," Gordon walked up to X and put an arm around him, "Besides, this is Red X. This man is an entire police force."

The man in black looked at Montoya and shrugged, and in return, she looked a bit uneasy.

X turned to Gordon, "Well, if you're sure."

"Of course, I am. Now, c'mon. We'll take my car," the police commissioner guided him out of the police station, leaving everyone to return to their previous work.

However, Montoya could not shake the feeling of uneasiness about this situation.

-(Gotham City's industrial district)-

Red X and Commissioner Gordon pulled into a parking lot across from a row of dilapidated warehouses, stores, and a factory.

They got out of the car as the commissioner said, "The witness said that the villains were sighted in this area. But there's no telling where they could be."

Gordon preps his gun as Red X says, "Then we have no time to waste. Joker and the others could be doing whatever they have planned."

"Then I saw we split up. Cover more ground," Gordon suggested.

"Exactly what I was thinkin'," nodded Red X.

The police commissioner walks up and hands him a walkie-talkie, "Take this. So we can stay in touch."

X took the walkie, put it in his belt, and nodded, "Watch your six."

"You too."

The two men immediately went their separate ways to locate the supervillains. Red X sneaked and weaved through the buildings until finding Bane carrying crates into the old factory.

'Those gotta be the bombs,' he thought as he kept himself out of sight of the two villains.

X watched the muscular man enter the factory, then quietly followed him inside and ducked behind a large piece of equipment to stay out of sight. He watched as Bane started arranging the crates in a pile alongside a mountain of others.

'Huh, there's Bane. But where are the others?'

He quietly snuck out from his cover and spoke, "Alright, Bane. Stop right there. Where are the explosives?"

Calmly, Bane turned around and responded, "Ah, Red X. It looks like you have caught me. Of course, that is something I would have said if you did not just fall into our clever trap."

"Huh?"

It was then all the doors suddenly closed.

"Oh, that's not good," he said to himself.

Soon after, the Joker, Two-Face, Penguin, and Scarecrow appeared with a small army of henchmen from behind the factory equipment. They all pointed their weapons at him.

Joker grinned at the man in black, "Hiya, X."

"Shit," cursed X.

-(Gotham City Police Station)-

Detective Montoya was sitting in the police lounge as she thought about something.

"Oh hey, I wondered where ya gone off to," said Cheryl as she walked towards the coffee maker and poured herself some coffee.

Montoya was too preoccupied with her thoughts to respond.

Cheryl noticed her stoic demeanor, walked up to her, and tapped her shoulder, "Hey, you good?"

That brought Montoya out of it, "Huh, what?"

"Everything okay?" asked Cheryl.

"Oh, yeah. It's just . . . isn't it odd that the commissioner didn't want the rest of us to go with him and X?"

Cheryl returned to the counter and added cream and sugar to her coffee, "Nah, not really. Gordon's been odd for a while now."

"But he said that several of Gotham's supervillains are all in one place. Wouldn't that warrant the need for the entire department to deploy?" asked Montoya.

Her co-worker shrugged, "Usually. But it's like Gordon said, Red X can handle it."

"Well, I still don't like it," the detective crossed her arms.

"I'm sure they're fine. Besides, we have our orders to stay. Nothin' we can really do," said Cheryl before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah . . . " Montoya stood up, "Excuse me."

She exited the lounge and went around the corner, settling into a relatively dark spot. Next, she reached into her jacket and pulled out a small device similar to a miniature walkie-talkie.

Montoya pushed a button on its side and whispered, "Priority Red. Converge onto location X."

She released the button, put the device back in her jacket, and walked back into the police lounge.

-(Old factory)-

Red X was now in a situation, cornered by the menacing supervillains and their underlings.

Two-Face had his pistols aimed at X, "You're not gettin' out of this one."

"Because you will die here," said Bane.

"That was implied, dumbass!" shouted the literal two-faced man.

His words caused his muscular cohort to groan in sadness.

Joker let out a cackle and kept his Joker-Gun on X, then said, "Oh, how I've longed for this day."

"Any final words?" sneered Penguin as he got his umbrella ready to shoot.

"Hmmmm, how about . . .?" Red X swiftly drove his hands into his belt and pulled out six X-kunai, "Who's first, bitches?"

He spun in a circle, launching the knives and sending them into six random goons, electrocuting them upon penetration. X immediately rushed into a crowd of henchmen and took them down with his formidable hand-to-hand techniques.

Joker pointed his gun at him, "Shoot him! Shoot the prick!"

The villains and goons fired off a barrage of bullets at Red X, but fortunately, he anticipated the attack and quickly ran to evade it. Then, he activated his belt buckle and teleported to a spot above another group of henchmen. Swiftly, Red X took down the henchmen without resorting to lethal force.

"Can someone just kill this fucker already?!" Joker yelled.

Scarecrow stepped forward and prepped his fear toxin gun, "I got this one."

He let loose a cloud of green gas at Red X, but he got out of the way, and the gas enveloped a group of goons coming to attack him. The henchmen began to scream bloody murder as the fear toxin caused them to see their most horrific nightmares. Once he was a good few feet away, X pulled out and threw a small metal pellet into the gas cloud, exploding it and turning the toxin into a plume of fire.

The shockwave of the explosion sent all the nearby thugs flying.

"Oops," said Scarecrow.

Joker looked at him incredulously, "That stuff is explosive?!"

"Just for a little while."

The Clown Prince of Crime facepalmed as Penguin readied his umbrella, "Oh, for fuck's sake, let me."

He fired, but instead of bullets like before, a small rocket flew from the umbrella's tip and right at Red X. X managed to see it coming and evade it, but Penguin fired a few more missiles at him. The master thief/assassin made a break for the pile of crates and ducked down behind it.

"I think it's time to call in some backup," X pulled out the walkie-talkie and switched it on but was still taking fire from Penguin's rockets, "Gordon, I found the supervillains. Get over here."

He received no answer.

"Gordon, get over here. I need some backup."

He soon noticed something and began flicking the power switch on the walkie; the device was not turning on.

"He gave me a dead walkie?"

-(Inside Gordon's car)-

Commissioner Gordon sat in the front seat, snacking on potato chips while watching a live feed from inside the warehouse on his tablet.

He chuckled as he saw Penguin, Joker, Two-Face, and some of the remaining goons shoot at Red X's hiding spot, "Bye-bye, you likable prick."

He started munching on a chip when he noticed in his side mirror that a black armored truck was speeding onto the scene.

Thinking it was the G.C.P.D., Gordon reclined his seat backward to hide from sight, "Shit."

-(In the factory)-

The hail of bullets ended when their guns emptied, and as they started reloading, Joker called to Bane, "Bane, make yourself useful and go get him!"

The muscular man pressed a button on his left arm's regulator, delivering a dose of Venom into his body and expanding his muscles.

"I break the Red X before I break the Batman," said Bane as he stomped toward the crates.

He reached them and stepped behind them to find that Red X was nowhere in sight.

"What?" Bane said in surprise.

"Bane! What's the holdup? Just grab and drag him out so we can shoot him!" shouted Joker.

"He is not here!" the muscular man replied.

"What?" Two-Face asked.

"But where could he be?" inquired Scarecrow.

The sound of marbles hitting the floor rang out around the group; they looked to find small metal balls around their feet.

"Ah shit," cursed Joker before the balls exploded and created a large cloud of smoke that enveloped them.

Two-Face prepped his pistols, "Keep your eyes open!"

There was a commotion of scuffling and gunshots, which seemed to originate from the henchmen. The villains quickly took cover to protect themselves from getting shot. After a short while, the smoke cleared, and Red X stood over all the fallen yet still living goons.

X looked at the supervillains as he pulled out six X-kunai from his belt, "Looks like it's just you and me now."

Joker curled his lips back in a snarl as he and the rest of the supervillains got ready to attack . . . but suddenly, the main loading doors to the factory opened, and a group of six people rushed in. They were all in black tactical armor with red Xs on the shoulders and skull faces on their helmets; they were also welding assault weapons like rifles, shotguns, and grenade launchers.

The group pointed their weapons at the supervillains, and the one whose armor looked slightly bulkier called out to them, "Drop your weapons and put your hands up!"

Scarecrow looked at his cohorts, "Should we do it?"

Joker replied, "Oh please! There are only six of them! We can take them!"

Suddenly, a spear pierced through the wall and opened into four claws, tearing the wall apart. Seven individuals in tactical gear carrying assault weapons emerged from the hole and aimed at the villains. Soon after, another wall was knocked down by an armored person wielding a battering ram, followed by ten more people.

Upon seeing their predicament, Penguin turned to Joker and asked, "Still think we can take them?"

"Uh, fuck me," groaned Joker as he and the others dropped their weapons.

Bane deactivated his regulator and returned to normal, "In hindsight, this is the correct move to make."

"Shut the fuck up, Bane," growled the Clown Prince of Crime then they all raised their hands in surrender.

-(Later)-

The supervillains and their henchmen were loaded into some armored transport trucks by the odd S.W.A.T. team and the G.C.P.D. that arrived shortly before.

Red X walks to the S.W.A.T. leader and says, "Thanks for the save, captain."

"Of course," the 'captain' nodded.

X offered him a fist bump, and he said, "Still not happening."

The 'captain' walked away as X looked annoyed.

It was then Cheryl and Detective Montoya came over and the former said, "Thank God you're okay."

"Eh, I probably could have taken them," shrugged X.

"Oh, without a doubt. But we're still glad you are safe," said Montoya. "And you caught five of Gotham's biggest supervillains in one day. That's no small feat."

"Agreed," said a deep voice that caused them to jump a bit.

The three of them looked to see Batman step out of the shadow of a nearby building.

X greeted him with a nod, "Bats."

"X," Batman greeted back.

"What are you doing here?"

"Detective Montoya contacted me and told me about the supervillains gathering at the industrial district. I would have gotten here sooner, but I was preoccupied with an incident on the other side of the city," Batman looked at the police officers finishing loading the villains and goons in the trucks and locking them in, "But it seems you had everything covered."

X shrugged, "Pretty much."

"I am surprised that you didn't kill any of them."

"Eh, I figured you want to do the whole 'justice-done-right' thing with them."

Batman gave him a nod of approval.

"But don't get used to it. The next time any of these guys crosses the line, I'm putting a knife in their eyesocket."

"Hmm."

It was then Commissioner Gordon came running onto the scene, panting heavily.

"H-hey, everyone. Wha-what's going on?" he asked.

Cheryl answered, "Red X arrested the bad guys, sir."

"Oh yeah?" Gordon gave Red X a thumbs-up, "Good work. I-I knew you could do it."

"And where the hell were you?" asked X in an annoyed tone.

"Huh? Oh. I was three buildings down, looking for the bad guys. I heard all the explosions and came rushing over," answered the police commissioner. "I was also waiting for you to call me on the walkie."

"Speaking of which," X pulled out the walkie, "You gave me a dead walkie."

"Huh?"

"The walkie you gave me. It has no power," the master thief/assassin flicked the power switch to prove his point.

"Ah, oopsie. That's, huh, that's my bad," Gordon took back the walkie, "Anyway, who wants to hit a bar to celebrate?"

-(Later in Naruto's bedroom)-

Harley planted kisses all over Naruto's face as she, him, and Ivy cuddled in his bed.

"I'm so glad you're okay, baby," said Harley. "If Joker laid one hand on you, I will kill him!"

"Harley, honey, I'm fine. None of them even came close to touching me," smiled Naruto.

The lady clown responded by nuzzling her face against his.

"I'm just glad you're not workin' with Gordon anymore," said Ivy, "Picking up the Three Stooges was fuckin' embarrassing."

Naruto spoke, "Though, believe it or not, I'm gonna kinda miss working with the police department. They were pretty nice. Just have a shitty leader."

"That's putting it mildly," said Ivy.

Harley frowned, "I can't believe he gave you a dead walkie. How can someone be so stupid?"

"To be fair, it is Gordon. The guy can barely make an arrest without tripping over his own two feet," shrugged the redhead.

Her best friend let out a laugh.

Naruto spoke up, "Though that is a good point."

"What is, babe?" asked Ivy.

"It really was a stupid mistake to give me a dead walkie. Even Gordon wouldn't make a mistake like that. Plus, when I confronted him about it, he seemed a little off."

"So?" asked Harley.

"I don't know. Just something felt weird when Gordon took responsibility," said Naruto.

"Foxy, you're overthinkin' things. Gordon's just an idiot Batman fanboy. He was probably fantasizing about being Bats' sub in bed," barked Psycho.

"Hmm, yeah. Yeah, you're probably right," said Naruto.

-(At the police station)-

Gordon was sitting at his desk and looking at his tablet.

"I don't get why you're contacting me. I had nothing to do with what happened with your guys and Red X," he said aloud.

"Oh, please, Gordon," said Lex Luthor, whose face was on the screen, "I was the one Joker suggested to about having you help out."

Gordon gave him a steely glare.

"And I must say, you played your part beautifully. I bet Red X suspected nothing," smirked Lex.

The commissioner chuckled, "Nope, no he didn't. Which is something I would say if I was involved, but I wasn't so there. So I won't say it."

"Come on, Gordon. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Yeah, so?"

"Look, the Legion of Doom cannot afford to have Red X in Gotham City. Batman, we can handle. But Red X, that's a different story." said Lex. "We need to have him gone, and we know you want him gone too. The longer he's there, the worse he makes you look."

Gordon scowled.

"All I am asking is an alliance. We work together to get rid of Red X. And no one will know that you are helping us. You'll be squeaky clean in the eyes of the public," Lex smirks, "Why we might even help you look like a hero."

The police commissioner arched his eyebrow in interest, "Really?"

"Of course. Think it over. Then contact me when you've decided," the tablet's screen went dark.

Gordon placed the device on his desk, stood up, and walked to a one-way window showing a lineup of random criminals.

He turned on the microphone, "Okay, fellas. Let's take it from the top. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!"

The convicts started singing the chorus of "Car Wash" by Rose Royce, but they sounded horrible.

Gordon spoke, "No, no, no! Number Two, you're coming in too fast! Number Four, you're too slow and loud!"

They did not hear him because their combined horrible singing drowned him out.

"Oh, c'mon! Why did it work for that prick but not me?!" snarled the police commissioner, then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I hate him so much."

And there you have it! I hope it was worth the wait! A big thanks to Chillman22 for helping me out with this story.

Before anyone says anything, yes, I do know that Sugar and Spice appeared in the actual show but I started this chapter before I saw them.

And speaking of characters, if you wish to suggest any for future chapters, please stick with characters from DC Comics or from franchises with a decent connection to DC Comics.

I also have some other projects in the works and I hope you all like them. I want to try updating more this year. Whether it's these fics or the e-novel I have been working on.

Thank you again for your patience. See you all next time!