Post by James Gordon on Jul 8, 2020 0:47:24 GMT -7
A lot of weird things have happened in the past year, most of the time when something happens around the time something else happens you are hardly ever able to put the two events together. Several black market dealers deal in weapons every single day, they also deal in explosives. Spread your purchases over the course of an entire year and use two dozen suppliers and you might just be able to build three bombs big enough to take out large scale buildings, and you still might even be able to build a dirty bomb that is capable of wiping out some of the biggest cities in the United States. New York City, Metropolis, Washington DC, and maybe even that skeeze hole Gotham City. Now that's a hive of scum and villainy like no other! But who would actually want to go to all that effort to wipe it off the map? The purchasing of these components was never even close to national news, but you'd probably be surprised that you don't need black market dealers for everything. For instance, 45 highly detailed costumes of every president that the United States has ever had. Enough guns bought from local gun-stores all over the country with little more than a background check. Enough ammunition to make the people shown on Doomsday-Preppers envious! Now I know what you're saying dear-reader, you're asking "Where is the weird?"
The weird is when you realize there is a website where you can buy functional tanks. It is legal to own and operate these vehicles under the federal law of the United States as long the main gun is disabled. However the disabling of these main weapons isn't permanent if you know what you're doing. Four of vehicles were bought using this method. Two Leopard 1 tanks, produced in 1987 and made in Germany, and two T62 Soviet Tanks that were both built sometime during the 70's. Owning the tank is one thing but making the gun operational and having a crew being able to use her was a whole different story. The weirdest occurrence might be the disappearance of the United States Marine band, just two weeks prior to July 4 2020. No one, not even Sherlock Holmes himself could piece all of these events together. No one alive could look at these isolated occurrences taking place allover the world and be able to connect them to one future event.
Gotham City
GCTV Channel 9 News Headquarters Downtown.
July 3rd 11:43 PM
The News Station still had a few stragglers leftovers from the ten o'clock news, most likely people choosing to work late because they didn't want to go home or because they were natural workaholics. One of them was news producer Perry Dix, and another was weatherman Mark Schnakenberg. The two men decided to stay late and have a drink while talking about Schnakenberg's move to another city They were now both preparing to leave, saying their goodbyes to each other in the lobby of the news building. "I tell ya, Mark, you're the best weatherman this city has ever had, you sure you can't be convinced to stay?" Schnakenberg would shake his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Oh you know how it is Perry, wife got a new job in San Francisco, and I got an offer. A move will be good for us and the kids.. Perry looked as if he was disappointed but he respected his friend enough to not push any further.
Both men would stop in their tracks when they heard heavy machinery in the background, almost as if it was heading straight towards them.
"What in the blazes is that?"
Another minute passed with both men looking around, trying to figure out what the noise was as it was getting closer and closer. Another moment wouldn't pass before a 1970's T63 Soviet Union battle tank would smash through the front of the building. It isn't easy to conceal a tank and move it through the city without it being noticed by the police, but they are legal after all. Men would exit the tank, they appeared the be dressed as... a bunch of guys in powdered wigs. It might be hard to guess but they were meant to be First President George Washington, second president John Adams third President Thomas Jefferson and fourth president James Madison. The man dressed up as George Washington was tall and carried an ax. He'd walk over to Perry Dix and Mark Schnakenberg.
"Who are you supposed to be? Hamilton!?" Perry laughed, not being as frightened as anyone else would be in his shoes.
"No my good man, I am George Washington! er..." The man would look at his hand for a moment as if he had written something there.
"No no no! How many times have you rehearsed! You are George Washington, first president! Patriot!"
"Oh right, right. Sorry boss."
Whoever you are, you won't get away with this!"
"Well citizen, I can't tell a lie. You're wrong." Good ole George Washington would then beam the poor weatherman with the ax handle, knocking him out.
"Hey I got that one right, hey boss?"
The man that was being called "Boss" looked unamused and just sighed. The man was named was Julien Day, he was a man tired of the US Government, he was a man tired of the world and he intended to make that world pay. more vans have since shown up after the initial breakthrough with the tank. About a dozen men or so were unloading equipment and moving through the building, taking what hostages they could and preparing to go live.
The man, who was dressed in a red suit made sure the hostages were watched by the good presidents of the United States while he waited for the delivery of the Marine Band of the United States. They arrived right on time in a covered trailer, they have been held out of the country for two weeks, any longer and the CIA would have gotten a whiff of them but Julien Day knew how to lead the government in the darkness. A very muscular man dressed up as Uncle Sam got out of the truck and approached Julian Day. "What do you want me to do with these guys, boss?"
"They must be ready to play at midnight, that's when we go live." Julien Day watched as the Marine Band was unloaded from the truck and forced into the broadcast room. He smiled as he saw his plan unfold before his eyes. He was a brilliant inventor, a man who had previously worked for the US Government, he was a little obsessed with days of the week and what they meant. He was more obsessed with the true meaning of certain holidays. The fourth of July was one of the worst. People all over the country wanted to celebrate independence... Do they even know the pain that was endured to earn that independence? Do they know about the grief, the hardship? Or do they just use it as a day to consume alcoholic beverages and play with gun powder? The public likes explosions on the 4th so much, Julien Day will give them explosions, he'll give them a 4th of July they'll never forget.
While all of this was going on, several dozen calls were already placed to the Gotham City Police Department. A few that were ultimately cut short within the building and several more from outside that mentioned a tank and men dressed up as Uncle Sam and old guys with powdered wigs. There was also a string of robberies in the higher scale shops all over Gotham. Those were hit with regular thugs with regular guns, a bank was even busted into. Several smaller-scale crimes to bring out the Batman and his little brat. Something to waste their time, they would undoubtedly hear about what was happening at the news station soon enough but could they put the pieces together before it was too late? Needless to say the police and Batman and Robin both would have their hands full.
Something was happening everywhere and GCPD dispatch wasn't really sure how to deal with this situation. There were so many things happening at once, it wasn't exactly easy to distribute the proper number of officers where they needed to go when they needed to be there.
"All units in the area, there's a code four at the GCTV Channel 9 building, please respond.
Since this was taking place downtown, six different radio car units responded right away. It took them about three minutes to arrive. It was now 11:50, and all the cars that first arrived parked as if to form a barricade of police cars. They all got out of their vehicles around the same time, seeing the gaping hole in the News Building they instantly went for their standard-issue handguns. "What in the goddamn?" One of the officers muttered as he took a step forward, attempting to assess the situation further. The first step he took outside of cover proved to be fatal to the unsuspecting officer. A sharpshooter from the roof of the building placed a shot between his eyes. The other officers weren't able to respond before they were under heavy automatic weapons fire, the men that were firing on them appeared to be behind a barricade. These were the men dressed up as the first four presidents of the United States.
"Fuck!" Sergeant Stan Davies would exclaim as he dove behind his car. He shakily held his gun, trying to gain his composure as he went for the radio biscuit on his chest. "10-13 10-13! Officer down, officer down! We're taking heavy automatic weapons fire at the Gotham City TV channel 9 headquarters, requesting back up!" He didn't pay much attention to the responses, he poked him out long enough to see a tank moving its turret towards his car. "....Fuc-" He stood up and tried to run to avoid the blast, but the tank fired and the car exploded. Sergeant Davies was thrown several feet away from the burning wreck. The rest of the police officers were quickly overwhelmed, two more were killed but the remaining three were captured. This included the heavily wounded Sergeant Davies, if he survived he would most likely have to have both of his legs removed.
The men were quickly forced inside of the News Building, more sirens could be heard and more police officers arrived to put up resistance but they were met with the same problems. The tank and the automatic weapons. The wounded officers were taken to the conference room of the building, which was where the rest of the hostages were stashed.
"Well if it isn't Gotham's Finest... With all due respect boys, those standard-issue guns you have won't do much against a tank." He wasn't trying to be dismissive, perhaps he was trying to lessen the tension in the room. Perry Dix would stand up from his spot in the corner as soon as he noticed the half scorched Sergeant Davies. "We need to get this boy some help, hey Sue, weren't you a nurse for a short stint?" The woman known as Sue would stand up and approach Sergeant Davies. "Yeah.... Perry, ten years ago. She sighed and started examining the man. "There isn't a lot we can do for him except make him comfortable, bastards aren't exactly going to give us access to medical supplies." No one else was able to speak before someone entered the room, the man dressed up as the fourth president of the United States James Madison entered the room holding a first aid kit. he didn't say a word, throwing the kit in the middle of the room before leaving.
While all of this was going on, the final preparations for the broadcast were being made. The United States Marine Band was being set up, they were behind a green screen and were all ready to go with their instruments. Several of them had received beatings, but they knew what would happen to them if they didn't perform.
Julien Day stood in front of the camera, the man he had running his broadcast now began to count down.
3
2
1
The broadcast went live, the equipment that was brought in earlier was to make sure that every channel in Gotham and the United States was showing this broadcast, and not just the TV airwaves were effected but the radio airwaves as well.
The broadcast started with Julien Day in front of the United States Marine Band.
"Ladies and gentlemen... The United States Marine Band!"
The band didn't play, they stared at the camera with a level of hatred and discontent that could most likely never be measured.
"I said... Ladies and Gentlemen... The United States Marine Band!"
They continued to disobey, they were marines, they trained for this.
"I said... PLAY god damn it!" Julien would draw his own handgun, aiming and killing the second chair flutist.
"I HATE the flute! And believe me when I say that if you don't start playing, we're going to have a band without the flute! Note that this man had just committed murder on national television, he must have had some advanced technology because every federal agency in the United States couldn't take the broadcast down at this very moment.
Some members of the Marine Band started playing, the ones that didn't were shot. A Trumpeteer, a trombone player. Eventually, the all started playing the song Stars and Stripes Forever The American Flag was what was projected on the Greenscreen and Julien Day was the one conducting them, and he wasn't a trained conductor so what he was doing pretty much amounted to him flailing his arms all over the place. After the song ended the rest of the band was summarily executed
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Gotham... The United States...It is the Fourth of July! Independence Day! Let us all rejoice in our independence from the tyrannical King George! I can't help but wonder how many of you know what this holiday is really about?" Julien Day would pause, the green screen would then show the declaration of independence. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." He spoke words taken from the declaration directly.
"The words of our president Thomas Jefferson... A man who died in debt and a disgrace." The thug dressed up as Thomas Jefferson would enter the picture and take a bow. "Now tell me Gotham, All men created Equal? Does Gotham look like everyone is equal? The police are corrupted to the core! The rich of Gotham feed on the poor! That is NOT equality. The entire United States is no different. Did you know there was originally an anti-slavery clause in the Declaration? Of course, you don't! Does that sound like 'All men are created equal' to you? This country can't possibly do anything wrong oh no! Truth, and justice, the American Way... It is all FALSE. Your government doesn't care about you, they never have! You all don't make it better, you continue to go about your day doing meaningless things but when a special DAY comes along that is supposed to have some sort of significance you celebrate it simply because you are told to... " He managed to go on for a pretty long time, he eventually paused almost out of breath and sweating.
"You're the worst of all the cities Gotham. That is why you'll be the first to suffer. You will get your fireworks. You will have a celebration that you will NEVER forget. Every six hours a bomb will go off. First at six AM, another at noon, another at six PM, and one final fireworks display when the holiday is about to end. These three bombs that are set to go off are all related to the three forms of Government. Judicial, Legislative, and Executive." Julien would smile ear to ear and lean into the camera. "And to the Batman... You can try to stop me. You don't know where the bombs are, you don't know which will go off first. Oh but you can try... you can try...." The broadcast was cut, Government agencies finally killed the broadcast.
The FBI, CIA, all of them would launch counters to this Julien Day, but he has planned this well. He had an extraordinary amount of men and had all the bridges in and out of Gotham blocked off. There was also a colossal amount of red tape for these governmental agencies to go through. During the broadcast, three more places in Gotham were attacked with tanks while a bunch of other smaller places was attacked at the same time. The post office, the national library were all broken into where letters and books both were burned. The next large attack was Arkham Asylum. One of the German Leopard tanks would crash through reception. Men dressed up as 19th President Rutherford B Hayes. 20th President James A Garfield, 21st President Chester A. Arthur, 22nd President Grover Cleveland, and 23d President Benjamin Harrison. They gathered hostages and released all the inmates. Some of the inmates left, some stayed. The point was to raise a little hell around Gotham.
The second attack was at the GCPD Uptown precinct. The second T63 tank crashed through the front, causing a bit of a trend. This attack was led by the men dressed up as the five most recent presidents. Donald Trump, Barrack Obama, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and George Bush senior. This group had a little trouble, but their main mission was to attempt to slow GCPD response to the other attacks of the city.
The third attack was Gotham Downtown in general. Several dozen goons dressed up as Uncle Sam and the presidents were parading the streets with the final tank. The tank was taking potshots at businesses they felt needed a tank round. This group had some of the men dressed up some of the most famous presidents in US History. Abraham Lincoln appeared to be their leader. The group also had John F Kennedy, Franklin Delano Roosevelt (Complete with electric wheel-chair for realism) and Theodore Roosevelt dressed in his Roughrider garb with a purebred American horse to boot. Julien Day was a little obsessed with days of the week, with dates in history, and had a special hatred for certain holidays.
The clock was ticking, the city was in absolute chaos.
Chief of Detectives James W Gordon was in his office, staring out his window. People were being gunned down and corraled in the streets. GCPD plaza was in disarray, he has been called to a situation meeting with the commissioner but he didn't think he'd go. He had to do something, he had to do something now and he needed an ally. This was a coordinated attack that was most likely planned over the course of several months or even years. Gordon would leave his office in a hurry and went to records to get as much cardboard and plastic as he could. He dumped files on the floor, he quickly formed a crude shape of a bat out of cardboard. His idea was to cover the spotlight on the roof of the building to have some sort of signal. It wouldn't even project a bat most likely but he needed the spotlight with some sort of sign where Batman would come to the GCPD plaza building. Batman would most likely try to take this on himself, and if he were to do that he would most likely fail. When Gordon realized he wouldn't be able to fashion a good signal out of cardboard he threw his creation on the floor and rushed out of the records room. He ran to the elevator, but then decided it would just be faster to take the stairs.
Chief of Internal Affairs Dennis Strahan would stop Gordon part way, grabbing ahold of his arm. "Gordon! What the hell are you doing? Loeb is looking for you!" Gordon tore away from Strahan. "Sitting on our asses and talking about what we should do isn't the same as acting." He continued his ascent to the roof. When he got there he rushed to the spotlight as fast as he could. He was panting, out of breath. He turned on the spotlight several times, using morse code. It was a skill he learned in the marines and he hoped that Batman would be watching, he had to believe someone like Batman would know morse code.
B-A-T M-A-N C-O-M-E G-C-P-D R-O-O-F
He spelled out the same sentence three times. He stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. He closed his eyes and kept taking deep breaths.
He was starting to get old.
The weird is when you realize there is a website where you can buy functional tanks. It is legal to own and operate these vehicles under the federal law of the United States as long the main gun is disabled. However the disabling of these main weapons isn't permanent if you know what you're doing. Four of vehicles were bought using this method. Two Leopard 1 tanks, produced in 1987 and made in Germany, and two T62 Soviet Tanks that were both built sometime during the 70's. Owning the tank is one thing but making the gun operational and having a crew being able to use her was a whole different story. The weirdest occurrence might be the disappearance of the United States Marine band, just two weeks prior to July 4 2020. No one, not even Sherlock Holmes himself could piece all of these events together. No one alive could look at these isolated occurrences taking place allover the world and be able to connect them to one future event.
Gotham City
GCTV Channel 9 News Headquarters Downtown.
July 3rd 11:43 PM
The News Station still had a few stragglers leftovers from the ten o'clock news, most likely people choosing to work late because they didn't want to go home or because they were natural workaholics. One of them was news producer Perry Dix, and another was weatherman Mark Schnakenberg. The two men decided to stay late and have a drink while talking about Schnakenberg's move to another city They were now both preparing to leave, saying their goodbyes to each other in the lobby of the news building. "I tell ya, Mark, you're the best weatherman this city has ever had, you sure you can't be convinced to stay?" Schnakenberg would shake his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Oh you know how it is Perry, wife got a new job in San Francisco, and I got an offer. A move will be good for us and the kids.. Perry looked as if he was disappointed but he respected his friend enough to not push any further.
Both men would stop in their tracks when they heard heavy machinery in the background, almost as if it was heading straight towards them.
"What in the blazes is that?"
Another minute passed with both men looking around, trying to figure out what the noise was as it was getting closer and closer. Another moment wouldn't pass before a 1970's T63 Soviet Union battle tank would smash through the front of the building. It isn't easy to conceal a tank and move it through the city without it being noticed by the police, but they are legal after all. Men would exit the tank, they appeared the be dressed as... a bunch of guys in powdered wigs. It might be hard to guess but they were meant to be First President George Washington, second president John Adams third President Thomas Jefferson and fourth president James Madison. The man dressed up as George Washington was tall and carried an ax. He'd walk over to Perry Dix and Mark Schnakenberg.
"Who are you supposed to be? Hamilton!?" Perry laughed, not being as frightened as anyone else would be in his shoes.
"No my good man, I am George Washington! er..." The man would look at his hand for a moment as if he had written something there.
"No no no! How many times have you rehearsed! You are George Washington, first president! Patriot!"
"Oh right, right. Sorry boss."
Whoever you are, you won't get away with this!"
"Well citizen, I can't tell a lie. You're wrong." Good ole George Washington would then beam the poor weatherman with the ax handle, knocking him out.
"Hey I got that one right, hey boss?"
The man that was being called "Boss" looked unamused and just sighed. The man was named was Julien Day, he was a man tired of the US Government, he was a man tired of the world and he intended to make that world pay. more vans have since shown up after the initial breakthrough with the tank. About a dozen men or so were unloading equipment and moving through the building, taking what hostages they could and preparing to go live.
The man, who was dressed in a red suit made sure the hostages were watched by the good presidents of the United States while he waited for the delivery of the Marine Band of the United States. They arrived right on time in a covered trailer, they have been held out of the country for two weeks, any longer and the CIA would have gotten a whiff of them but Julien Day knew how to lead the government in the darkness. A very muscular man dressed up as Uncle Sam got out of the truck and approached Julian Day. "What do you want me to do with these guys, boss?"
"They must be ready to play at midnight, that's when we go live." Julien Day watched as the Marine Band was unloaded from the truck and forced into the broadcast room. He smiled as he saw his plan unfold before his eyes. He was a brilliant inventor, a man who had previously worked for the US Government, he was a little obsessed with days of the week and what they meant. He was more obsessed with the true meaning of certain holidays. The fourth of July was one of the worst. People all over the country wanted to celebrate independence... Do they even know the pain that was endured to earn that independence? Do they know about the grief, the hardship? Or do they just use it as a day to consume alcoholic beverages and play with gun powder? The public likes explosions on the 4th so much, Julien Day will give them explosions, he'll give them a 4th of July they'll never forget.
While all of this was going on, several dozen calls were already placed to the Gotham City Police Department. A few that were ultimately cut short within the building and several more from outside that mentioned a tank and men dressed up as Uncle Sam and old guys with powdered wigs. There was also a string of robberies in the higher scale shops all over Gotham. Those were hit with regular thugs with regular guns, a bank was even busted into. Several smaller-scale crimes to bring out the Batman and his little brat. Something to waste their time, they would undoubtedly hear about what was happening at the news station soon enough but could they put the pieces together before it was too late? Needless to say the police and Batman and Robin both would have their hands full.
Something was happening everywhere and GCPD dispatch wasn't really sure how to deal with this situation. There were so many things happening at once, it wasn't exactly easy to distribute the proper number of officers where they needed to go when they needed to be there.
"All units in the area, there's a code four at the GCTV Channel 9 building, please respond.
Since this was taking place downtown, six different radio car units responded right away. It took them about three minutes to arrive. It was now 11:50, and all the cars that first arrived parked as if to form a barricade of police cars. They all got out of their vehicles around the same time, seeing the gaping hole in the News Building they instantly went for their standard-issue handguns. "What in the goddamn?" One of the officers muttered as he took a step forward, attempting to assess the situation further. The first step he took outside of cover proved to be fatal to the unsuspecting officer. A sharpshooter from the roof of the building placed a shot between his eyes. The other officers weren't able to respond before they were under heavy automatic weapons fire, the men that were firing on them appeared to be behind a barricade. These were the men dressed up as the first four presidents of the United States.
"Fuck!" Sergeant Stan Davies would exclaim as he dove behind his car. He shakily held his gun, trying to gain his composure as he went for the radio biscuit on his chest. "10-13 10-13! Officer down, officer down! We're taking heavy automatic weapons fire at the Gotham City TV channel 9 headquarters, requesting back up!" He didn't pay much attention to the responses, he poked him out long enough to see a tank moving its turret towards his car. "....Fuc-" He stood up and tried to run to avoid the blast, but the tank fired and the car exploded. Sergeant Davies was thrown several feet away from the burning wreck. The rest of the police officers were quickly overwhelmed, two more were killed but the remaining three were captured. This included the heavily wounded Sergeant Davies, if he survived he would most likely have to have both of his legs removed.
The men were quickly forced inside of the News Building, more sirens could be heard and more police officers arrived to put up resistance but they were met with the same problems. The tank and the automatic weapons. The wounded officers were taken to the conference room of the building, which was where the rest of the hostages were stashed.
"Well if it isn't Gotham's Finest... With all due respect boys, those standard-issue guns you have won't do much against a tank." He wasn't trying to be dismissive, perhaps he was trying to lessen the tension in the room. Perry Dix would stand up from his spot in the corner as soon as he noticed the half scorched Sergeant Davies. "We need to get this boy some help, hey Sue, weren't you a nurse for a short stint?" The woman known as Sue would stand up and approach Sergeant Davies. "Yeah.... Perry, ten years ago. She sighed and started examining the man. "There isn't a lot we can do for him except make him comfortable, bastards aren't exactly going to give us access to medical supplies." No one else was able to speak before someone entered the room, the man dressed up as the fourth president of the United States James Madison entered the room holding a first aid kit. he didn't say a word, throwing the kit in the middle of the room before leaving.
While all of this was going on, the final preparations for the broadcast were being made. The United States Marine Band was being set up, they were behind a green screen and were all ready to go with their instruments. Several of them had received beatings, but they knew what would happen to them if they didn't perform.
Julien Day stood in front of the camera, the man he had running his broadcast now began to count down.
3
2
1
The broadcast went live, the equipment that was brought in earlier was to make sure that every channel in Gotham and the United States was showing this broadcast, and not just the TV airwaves were effected but the radio airwaves as well.
The broadcast started with Julien Day in front of the United States Marine Band.
"Ladies and gentlemen... The United States Marine Band!"
The band didn't play, they stared at the camera with a level of hatred and discontent that could most likely never be measured.
"I said... Ladies and Gentlemen... The United States Marine Band!"
They continued to disobey, they were marines, they trained for this.
"I said... PLAY god damn it!" Julien would draw his own handgun, aiming and killing the second chair flutist.
"I HATE the flute! And believe me when I say that if you don't start playing, we're going to have a band without the flute! Note that this man had just committed murder on national television, he must have had some advanced technology because every federal agency in the United States couldn't take the broadcast down at this very moment.
Some members of the Marine Band started playing, the ones that didn't were shot. A Trumpeteer, a trombone player. Eventually, the all started playing the song Stars and Stripes Forever The American Flag was what was projected on the Greenscreen and Julien Day was the one conducting them, and he wasn't a trained conductor so what he was doing pretty much amounted to him flailing his arms all over the place. After the song ended the rest of the band was summarily executed
"Ladies and Gentlemen of Gotham... The United States...It is the Fourth of July! Independence Day! Let us all rejoice in our independence from the tyrannical King George! I can't help but wonder how many of you know what this holiday is really about?" Julien Day would pause, the green screen would then show the declaration of independence. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." He spoke words taken from the declaration directly.
"The words of our president Thomas Jefferson... A man who died in debt and a disgrace." The thug dressed up as Thomas Jefferson would enter the picture and take a bow. "Now tell me Gotham, All men created Equal? Does Gotham look like everyone is equal? The police are corrupted to the core! The rich of Gotham feed on the poor! That is NOT equality. The entire United States is no different. Did you know there was originally an anti-slavery clause in the Declaration? Of course, you don't! Does that sound like 'All men are created equal' to you? This country can't possibly do anything wrong oh no! Truth, and justice, the American Way... It is all FALSE. Your government doesn't care about you, they never have! You all don't make it better, you continue to go about your day doing meaningless things but when a special DAY comes along that is supposed to have some sort of significance you celebrate it simply because you are told to... " He managed to go on for a pretty long time, he eventually paused almost out of breath and sweating.
"You're the worst of all the cities Gotham. That is why you'll be the first to suffer. You will get your fireworks. You will have a celebration that you will NEVER forget. Every six hours a bomb will go off. First at six AM, another at noon, another at six PM, and one final fireworks display when the holiday is about to end. These three bombs that are set to go off are all related to the three forms of Government. Judicial, Legislative, and Executive." Julien would smile ear to ear and lean into the camera. "And to the Batman... You can try to stop me. You don't know where the bombs are, you don't know which will go off first. Oh but you can try... you can try...." The broadcast was cut, Government agencies finally killed the broadcast.
The FBI, CIA, all of them would launch counters to this Julien Day, but he has planned this well. He had an extraordinary amount of men and had all the bridges in and out of Gotham blocked off. There was also a colossal amount of red tape for these governmental agencies to go through. During the broadcast, three more places in Gotham were attacked with tanks while a bunch of other smaller places was attacked at the same time. The post office, the national library were all broken into where letters and books both were burned. The next large attack was Arkham Asylum. One of the German Leopard tanks would crash through reception. Men dressed up as 19th President Rutherford B Hayes. 20th President James A Garfield, 21st President Chester A. Arthur, 22nd President Grover Cleveland, and 23d President Benjamin Harrison. They gathered hostages and released all the inmates. Some of the inmates left, some stayed. The point was to raise a little hell around Gotham.
The second attack was at the GCPD Uptown precinct. The second T63 tank crashed through the front, causing a bit of a trend. This attack was led by the men dressed up as the five most recent presidents. Donald Trump, Barrack Obama, George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and George Bush senior. This group had a little trouble, but their main mission was to attempt to slow GCPD response to the other attacks of the city.
The third attack was Gotham Downtown in general. Several dozen goons dressed up as Uncle Sam and the presidents were parading the streets with the final tank. The tank was taking potshots at businesses they felt needed a tank round. This group had some of the men dressed up some of the most famous presidents in US History. Abraham Lincoln appeared to be their leader. The group also had John F Kennedy, Franklin Delano Roosevelt (Complete with electric wheel-chair for realism) and Theodore Roosevelt dressed in his Roughrider garb with a purebred American horse to boot. Julien Day was a little obsessed with days of the week, with dates in history, and had a special hatred for certain holidays.
The clock was ticking, the city was in absolute chaos.
Chief of Detectives James W Gordon was in his office, staring out his window. People were being gunned down and corraled in the streets. GCPD plaza was in disarray, he has been called to a situation meeting with the commissioner but he didn't think he'd go. He had to do something, he had to do something now and he needed an ally. This was a coordinated attack that was most likely planned over the course of several months or even years. Gordon would leave his office in a hurry and went to records to get as much cardboard and plastic as he could. He dumped files on the floor, he quickly formed a crude shape of a bat out of cardboard. His idea was to cover the spotlight on the roof of the building to have some sort of signal. It wouldn't even project a bat most likely but he needed the spotlight with some sort of sign where Batman would come to the GCPD plaza building. Batman would most likely try to take this on himself, and if he were to do that he would most likely fail. When Gordon realized he wouldn't be able to fashion a good signal out of cardboard he threw his creation on the floor and rushed out of the records room. He ran to the elevator, but then decided it would just be faster to take the stairs.
Chief of Internal Affairs Dennis Strahan would stop Gordon part way, grabbing ahold of his arm. "Gordon! What the hell are you doing? Loeb is looking for you!" Gordon tore away from Strahan. "Sitting on our asses and talking about what we should do isn't the same as acting." He continued his ascent to the roof. When he got there he rushed to the spotlight as fast as he could. He was panting, out of breath. He turned on the spotlight several times, using morse code. It was a skill he learned in the marines and he hoped that Batman would be watching, he had to believe someone like Batman would know morse code.
B-A-T M-A-N C-O-M-E G-C-P-D R-O-O-F
He spelled out the same sentence three times. He stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. He closed his eyes and kept taking deep breaths.
He was starting to get old.
