A Dark Knight



-----{ Welcome Reader to the beginning of the Batman & Black Widow Series Which will explore what would happen if these two characters from different worlds shared the same universe}-----


=[A:> After some re-editing I've added some new content to celebrate how well this book series is going]= 


When you see <text> This is Natasha's inner monologue 

Enjoy!


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-{How the Bat met the Widow Part 1}-


LOCATION: Gotham City (present day)


Natasha's POV


The night is deadly quite,


I suppose that's why I love it so much the objectives were always clear and the darkness was my ally,


The sky in Gotham was an eerie fiery red tonight and the large buildings stood dark in the sky almost like tombstones, the view pretty much sums up Gotham in an instant I think to myself,


Others might find the silence unsettling but it somehow always made me feel relaxed.


My dark cat suit helped me blend into the darkness making me barely visible in the shadows.


Tonight I was outside the GNM or 'Gotham National Museum'


The Batman had told me of a reliable tip off that the Ventriloquists gang were planning to rob the place tonight,


I'm here to make them think twice.


As I begin to relax, I feel a presence slowly creeping up behind me,


But it was no enemy, it was Tim Drake better known as Robin.


Bruce Wayne had adopted the young boy after his father had been murdered and we had to take him back to the Bat cave after Batman had received a serious injury protecting Tim,


From there on Tim had worked out that Bruce Wayne was the caped crusader and eventually picked up the mantel of Robin.


"Evening Drake" I say whilst not looking at the young boy who had finally thought that he had been successful in getting the upper hand on me


"Oh come on I didn't even make a noise, what have you got super ears or something?" he complains.


I smile to myself whilst keeping my eyes to the binoculars


"One day Widow, one day I will be able to sneak up on you", he says but some how I hardly doubt that


 A couple of hours pass by with no activity so far, I was used to waiting but Tim was getting impatient,


"Well this is boring", Tim sighs as he fidgets with one of his R shaped Batarangs  


"Half of this work is a waiting game" I replied, Tim sighs again impatiently but louder this time 


"Well could we at least talk about something before I die of boredom because if I do you're responsible" he looks thoughtful at what to say next


 "Natasha could you tell me how you met Batman? I bet that's a real interesting story" he asks hopefully


I briefly think it over and I can't think of any reasons why not 


<And after all dear reader we really should start at the beginning>


"Oh it is an interesting story Tim", I say with a smile as I recall the day we met.


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Six Years ago


LOCATION CLASSIFIED:


I am sitting in a cold interrogation room in an ARGUS Facility, not too many miles away from Metropolis I think.


I eyed the mirrors surrounding the room suspiciously, I knew that they were watching me I felt like a bug, <or spider> in a jar,


I hoped that they were still considering my offer


 I was willing to provide them with any information they would like about my former employers 


In exchange I wanted a clean slate,


No more bounties on my head, 


No more Americas most Wanted,


I wanted my freedom


<what is freedom anymore?


I know given my very long list of crimes against the US It was a very big ask


I had hurt so many people in my time as an agent of the KGB


A couple of years back I crossed a line that I swore that I would never cross


I killed some one that I deeply cared about,


It still hurt to think about it too much Ivan would know what to say,


But he's gone now, and it's all my fault.


I sought retribution I had done everything within my power to bring down the Red Room and KGB so, I struck the deal with ARGUS.


A man enters the small room he looked like the usual ARGUS know it all's, dark hair and a smart black suit he was young and truly had no idea of who really sat in front of him,


I already didn't like him


My knuckles itched with a strange sensation, the need to punch something very hard, preferably his face. 


The agent puts a small voice recorder on the table and presses the play button


"Date 17th of September 2012, time is seventeen hundred hours, Subjects full Name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova otherwise known as the Black Widow", he states for the recorder 


"Good afternoon Ms Romanova I am Agent Black and I will be conducting this interrogation", he tries to make friendly talk with me, but this whole situation was far from friendly.


"Now Natalia, may I call you Natalia?" Agent Black asks and leans in towards me so I lean backwards as far as my chair will let me


"No my friends call me Natasha if I had any friends so you can call me Romanoff" I reply with a cold smile,


I didn't like being called Natalia as far as I was concerned Natalia Romanova was dead.


I could tell they all hated me they kept their hands close to their guns and twitched every time I made a sudden movement a wise precaution I suppose,


Not that it would make much of any difference if I did decide to turn round and kill each of them.


But I wont,


The interview was filled with Political nonsense and red tape,


I sort off tuned out half way through, what I basically took from Agent Blacks ramblings was that the high up officials were still debating how serious I was, I could only hope they had a change of mind.


Hours pass by whilst I waited for the young agent to return,


I notice one of the ARGUS guards across from me reading a newspaper called the 'Daily Planet' 


The headline read "Joker steals Soviet made Weapon of Mass Destruction!", written in bold black and white ink.


I recognized the weapon immediately a few years ago I stole the plans from a Soviet military base 


I handed them over to ARGUS in hopes that they would be safe or destroyed


My judgement was clearly misplaced 


"What's that about on the front cover?" I ask the guard my curiosity increasing,


The guard turned to the front page


"Some nut job in Gotham that calls himself the Joker somehow hijacked the train that the weapon was on as it stopped in Gotham, but don't worry Ms Romanoff we are on top of the situation"


His tone did not fill me with much confidence,


As Agent Black re-enters the interrogation room I snatch the newspaper from the unsuspecting guard


"Hey!" he yells in annoyance at having his reading material snatched from his grasp 


"You have to let me go after the Joker I stole the plans for the weapon  I can stop it"


I was still pissed that instead of destroying them they instead went and made their own but I suppose that's Americans for you


"No can do Ms Romanoff but you're not going anywhere other than back to your cell".


Time is running out, I can stop this I mean I have to try


I can't explain it, maybe I was getting soft in my old age


I have over 80 years of wrong doings that I need to make up for and this could be it my chance to prove that I'm capable of helping people


That deep down, I am still a good person


The restraints they had put me in were easy to break with just a flip of my wrist,


All four guards in the room come running towards me,


I attack with a heavy spinning kick taking all four out at once, they all begin to fall to the floor like dominos, 


They obviously underestimated me as many men do


Agent Black looks up at me his jaw nearly hitting the floor


"If you leave now you can forget your deal you will spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell!" he yells he was so angry his face was turning a purplish red


"Innocent people are in danger I know you all think very little of me but I do care Agent Black and I can stop this atrocity so if it is at risk to myself then so be it".


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Breaking out of the ARGUS facility wasn't very difficult they obviously had never had any insider knowledge of how these interrogation places were run in Russia.


As I exit the interrogation room I spot my gear that had been confiscated when I was bought in my stingers and my utility belt.


A group of armed men run in my direction


"Black Widow stop!" one of them yells


<Like they actually expect me to listen>


I throw a smoke bomb from my utility belt on the floor,


Thick smoke envelopes the whole corridor 


As all of the ARGUS agents hit the floor I begin to throw my punches


I don't aim to kill anyone, but I need to bring them down quick before reinforcements are called.


They underestimate my strength and speed


Despite all of their training they were no where near ready enough to face me,


Eventually after a very quick fight they all lay unconscious on the floor so I make a quick get away.


I steal a car from the ARGUS car park it got me to Metropolis


I leave it on a suburban estate window down and keys in the ignition


<It will most likely be gone within the hour>


I count through the wallets that I was able to snatch from the ARGUS agents, but I swear I will pay them back


I stop at a near by store that sold clothes, as my cat suit was very conspicuous, as I walk in the shop I see the shop attendant look over my attire with a puzzled expression on her face.


I pick an arm full of clothes and a random bag, the woman continues to intently watch me as I pack all of my clothes into a bag


"Are you one of those super types?" she asks me as I pull the hoodie over my costume


"Trust me miss I'm no hero" I tell her and abruptly leave the store after settling my bill  


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I get on an overnight bus to Gotham City,


I also swiped a laptop from the car, I was lucky that they didn't bother fitting their tech with tracking chips.


I watch the scenery pass by the window


The moment of calm left me to reflect on my thoughts because I don't know what I'm going to do after all this is over


I suppose running is the only option, but you get tiered of running,


The experimentation at the hands of the red room had kept me looking in my early 30s, when in reality I'm not too far from a hundred years old 


<I know right pretty impressive?


I had options, but none of them were good 


I don't want to hurt people anymore I want to help them unfortunately hurting people is what I do best.


I boot up the ARGUS laptop I need to be prepared when I get to Gotham


It was an extremely interesting place I can't believe I hadn't visited sooner homicidal clowns and costumed vigilantes.


This Batman interested me greatly, the media paint him as a mad man, a vigilante who might snap any given minuet but looking at the footage of the Batman I don't see a mad man


I see a descent man, who has saved Gotham city many times


I will need his help to take down this Joker.


I learnt that the Joker was the Batman's nemesis, 'if you would like to use that word'


 In a confrontation with each other at an ACE Chemicals plant a mobster by the name of Jack Napier falls in to a vat of acid during the struggle, resulting in his permeant disfigurement and insanity,


<But who was this Batman?>


I get out a note book and a pen, ok let's start narrowing it down.


Obviously a man approximately between his late 20s and early 30s but that's not exactly getting me anywhere ok from descriptions he is American around 6ft 3 inches he was muscular so around 180 to 190 pounds


Narrows it down to 50 million


<ugh!>


I also have to take into consideration that he probably lives in Gotham city since he had proclaimed himself as a protector of the city it's something he clearly cared about


Narrows it down to 60 thousand


There must be certain costs that go into being the Batman, he has custom gadgets, a car and a plane, they don't come cheap so Batman has to be very rich or at least have the connections to someone with a lot of money,


Narrows it down to 300


<Getting closer>


But what would it take for someone to become the Batman? 


A physiological need for justice, apparently he had been wronged at the hands of crime when he was a child and it had cost him greatly,


Narrows it down to 1


"That's it!" I say out loud to myself


I can't believe it a playboy billionaire that goes around at night fighting crime dressed as a bat,


I type "Bruce Wayne" in to the search engine. 


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=[A:> Thank you for reading the first chapter this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction and I eventually I came up with putting my two favourite superhero's in the same universe I would appreciate to know what you think just remember this is a first for me. Thank you x]= 


#Songs for Chapter 1#


-"One woman Army" by Porcelain Black



-"In the End" by Linkin Park



-"Just like fire" by P!NK



-"The Greatest" by Sia



-"Back in Black" by AC/DC


Click on the External Link Below for the Playlist on Spotify

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