Novels by John Pittman

Three years passed and crime was at an all-time low. Gordon enjoyed the peace and silence but he knew that this was just the quiet before the storm. He knew that Ricky Hands was going to get out soon and he wondered how he was going to take his revenge. His main concern now was for the safety of his family and the safety of the city. What happens now is all up to fate.5 days Alfred grabs the mail from the mailman and heads inside. He starts looking through it and he finds one addressed to Jack Wayne.“Master Jack, I believe you got some mail.”“Really, what is it?”“I think it's from a certain college.”Jack snatches the letter from Alfred's hands.“What is it Jack! what did you get!” Bruce asked.“It’s probably the letter he’s been waiting for.” The envelope had a capital G that was overlapped by a U.”“Are you going to open it or are you going to look at it?” Thomas said with excitement as he peeked over his shoulder.The Joker didn’t like how chummy they were. He was sickened by

“Hello Mr. Wayne.” “Who's this?” Thomas said angrily. “My name is Morgan. I am the prosecutor appointed to the Jonathan Crane case.” “Oh, sorry about that Mr. Morgan. We have been getting calls from an unknown caller and I was just frustrated. Sorry for being so rude.” “It’s fine, I understand. I would react the same way.” “So, what is this call concerning?” “I called because I wanted to know if Mrs. Wayne could testify in court against Jonathan Crane.” “Testify? Couldn't she just give you a written statement?” Thomas asked. “No, we need her testimony. It would be more compelling if the judge could hear her point of view from her mouth. A statement wouldn’t be as personal. It wouldn't make the same emotional impact.” Martha could hear Thomas saying her name and she came closer. “Who’s on the phone dear?” Thomas put his hand on the receiver. “It’s the prosecutor over the Jonathan Crane case.” “What does he want?” “He wants to know if you’d be willing to tes

(Snap, snap) Mrs. Wayne.” Martha’s eyes fluttered. Everything was blurry and fuzzy. She wasn’t sure where she was but she knew it wasn’t home. “Hey, look at me. Look at me.” (Snap, snap) A light shined in one eye and then the next. She wanted it to stop because she felt overwhelmed. Martha tried to block the light but her arms were restrained. She wondered why she was tied down and why she could only lift her head slightly. Her sight was coming into view. She could see the nurse checking the straps on her arms and her feet. There were two big men in white standing by the entrance of the door. They stood like they were from the military with their arms crossed behind them. “What’s going on? Why can’t I move?” Martha asked in desperation. “Sugar, everything will be alright. We’re just trying to help you. The doctor will be here in a minute and then we will start your therapy.” “What therapy?” Martha asked. “Quiet now, don’t worry about that.” The lady said as she stroked

It was late at night and Jack laid in bed feeling drowned by his confusion and sorrows. His eyes were darting around the room and his mind was busy. He grabbed Harley's letter, it laid on his chest. Jack held it up and read it out loud. Then he paused. It looked like he was trying to figure something out. He knew that there was something he was missing. He thought for a bit and his eyes got wide. It was clear as day. There was something that he remembered. It was the way that Harley acted. She was quiet and distant. That was odd because Harley is very outspoken. She has an in your face personality. Why was she acting shy? Why was she not Harley? All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The

Jack Napier found it hard to believe that he could shed his name so easily. He no longer had a connection to the father he never loved. He was a Wayne now. “Jack Wayne.” he whispered to himself. Hearing it filled him with pride. It was hard to believe that this was real. He pinched himself, he had to be dreaming. "Ow!" His arm was sore. The pain was real. It wasn’t a dream. "Are you okay dear?" "Yes ma'am." Jack looked over at Thomas and noticed he spoke with kindness in his voice. He knew that this wasn't someone he had to fear. Jack could tell that Thomas seemed to be genuine. This was the first man other than Gordan that he could respect. They finished talking and Thomas signed the last paper. Then he put his hand on Jack's shoulder and smiled. “It’s official.” Jack smiled as well. Miss. Alice scooted her chair back. It scraped against the floor. She stood and walked over to Jack. Thomas nudged him to stand and Alice gave him a big hug. Her eyes were filled with

4 years passed and Jack was no longer a bottom feeder. He was someone of influence, someone who could implement change. -*- All morning Alice was in court. She found the whole process tiring and she was happy that it was finally over. Mr. Lyle pulls up in front of the orphanage and Alice steps out. The man on the radio said it was going to be another scorcher and Alice could feel the heat bearing down on her. She stood at the bottom of the stairs dreading the ascent. Her legs felt heavier with each step she took. Mr. Lyle ran up and twisted the iron lion head on the door. The metal was hot. He quickly opened it and it flung back. Sharon walked past the door to handle a certain situation. It was because a spunky little redhead had someone in her grasp. "Pamela Li! Let go of that girl's hair right now!" Sharon screamed. "She called me a ginger! Nobody calls me a ginger! Not my Momma, not my Pappy, and especially no blonde headed Susie Q!" "Pamela Li, please let go. I'm sorry