The next morning I woke up and got prepped to take the gun I finished last night. I called Comissioner Gordon and told him the gun was finished and ready for his inspection. We agreed to meet at his office at GCPD. Once the time was arranged I cooked breakfast and was about to eat it when a knock came to my door. I looked out the window and saw Bruce Wayne. "I wonder why he's here?" I opened the door and he came in.
"Hi there, Daniel isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr Wayne but if I may ask why are you here?" I said closing the door to my home.
"Look Boyce. I know who you really are."
"I'm just an honest gunsmith. Specializing..."
"Cut the crap. Your the Shootist."
"He's a vigilante/anti-hero. I'm a gunsmith."
"I did some background on you Mr Boyce. A former cop of the Rigby Police Department in Rigby, Idaho. Left for mysterious reasons, most vocal one. Corruption. Three months later a vigilante shows up calling himself the Shootist. Killed every crime lord in the city and county he was in. But at the same time a blacksmith shop opened up and the longer this Shootist was operating the more advanced or improved the guns he was using became. You close up shop in Rigby, move here open a gunsmith shop and a month or two later the Shootist shows up in Gotham City."
"Any other 'proof' and at the moment I'm using the term loosely that I'm The Shootist?"
"Not yet but. If I see or meet him out there at any time, him and I will have words."
"Good to know. Now if you'll excuse me I'd like to eat my breakfast then get to my meeting for a possible client. Now if you please?" I gestured to the door.
"Just remember Boyce. I better not catch the Shootist on those streets or find out that you are The Shootist."
He left and I ate my breakfast, picked up the case along with my spare revolver and stowed it in the back of my jacket which had a holster inside and once I was ready I headed to GCPD. I didn't get hassled at the front gate for my revolver and once I got to Gordons office I knocked.
"Come in." Gordon said.
"Mr. Gordon." I smiled as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
"Daniel, well let's see the final product." I put the case down and opened it and turned it towards him. His eyes widened when he saw the revolver.
"Platinum body, pearl handle with silver inlaid wings on the handle. Plus." I pulled the revolver and showed him the bottom and right on the bottom of the butt of the gun. "Success is not final. Failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that matters.' - Winston Churchill. The quote you requested."
"Wow. Impressive work Daniel." He started writing a check for four thousand. "Consider yourself the personal gunsmith for the GCPD."
"Thank you Mr Gordon."
"Please you made this amazing gun, the least I can do is have you call me Jim."
"Okay, Jim." Then the door opened and in ran Barbara.
"Dad."
"Hey, sweetheart." Barbara leapt into her fathers arms and hugged him.
"I thought I'd surprise you and take you out to lunch." She noticed I was in the room. "Oh, Daniel. What are you doing here?" She asked with a smile on her face.
"He's dropping something off that I ordered for your birthday." Jim closed the case and handed it to Barbara. "Happy birthday sweetheart." Barbara took the case and opened it. She found the specialized Guardian Angel Revolver her dad ordered from me as a gift.
"Wow. Daniel, did you make this?"
"Yep, every inch of it, every piece, every detail." She pulled it from the case and handled it better than the one she spun last night. "It handles very, very well. Nice job." She looked at the bottom of the butt and read the inscription. "Dad. You had him add that didn't you."
"Yes I did. Uhh. And I think he's done a wonderful job with the entire gun in general."
"Agreed." Barbara looked at me. "I love it dad. But since you weren't the one who made it. I'd say I owe him some dinner." She approached me. "So what do you say? Dinner tonight at nine o'clock at Chateau Marina?"
"How can I refuse such a nice offer from the birthday girl. I'll move things around and I'll be there." I smiled. "Jim, Barbara." I bowed and left the GCPD. But on my way out I overheard a couple say something that sounded like a local loan shark business man by the name of Rupert Thorne agreed to give them a loan but leveraged them to the hilt which means that he overcharged them with interest. 'Rupert Thorne huh. Seems like it's another visit to the Iceberg Lounge. Then I'm going to burn Thorne's empire to the ground.'

Once I got home and relaxed. I started working on a couple of special orders. Once it got close to eight thirty in the evening. I started getting ready for my dinner with Barbara. It took at least fifteen minutes to get ready. I did one more mirror check and headed to Chateau Marina.
When I got there I approached the concierge of the restaruant. "Hi, I'm supposed to meet a Barbara Gordon tonight. Has she arrived?" He loked at the ledger and I could tell by the look on his face that she hasn't yet. So I decided to wait for her.

Meanwhile across town...
(Barbara's POV)
Bruce and I were dealing with some of Thorne's men and it took us longer than we expected. By the time we knocked out seventeen of eighteen of Thorne's lackey's Bruce interrogated the one we left awake. "Mr. Thorne's has a big shipment of drugs, guns and contraband tech coming in tomorrow evening late." Once the henchman told us that. Bruce knocked him out and I looked at the clock tower over city hall and saw that I was forty minutes late for dinner with Daniel.
"We done for tonight, Bruce?"
"Yes we are. I'll call Dick or Damian if I need help. Go ahead and go and do whatever you need to do. But this will be your last break for a while."
I headed to a deserted alley and changed into my best clothes and headed to Chateau Marina.

Chateau Marina...
(Daniel's POV)
I was starting to lose patience and before I started leaving. I heard, "Daniel. Sorry I'm so late. I had a prior engagement at work that went later than I intended."
"I'm just glad your here, Barbara." I smiled.
"Shall we?"
A waiter came up and showed us to a nice table in the center of the place. We talked about our favorite things, hobbies. But when I asked, "What do you do Barbara?"
She replied with, "I do community outreach and I'm hoping to got into fashion design."
"That's cool. Very lofty goal there for yourself."
"I know. And I know I told you earlier. You did such an amazing job making that revolver. How did you get so good at the designs?"
"Practice. It took me a couple years back home before I left the police force to get at least bearably good. But I'm glad you like your new revolver." Our food arrived she ordered fettucini alfredo and garlic bread with a couple of mint leaves on the side. I ordered seven layered lasagna with two manicotti's.
By the end of dinner it was already elevern fifty. We looked at the clock on the far wall and looked at each other. "Well, I think we better call it a night." Barbara said.
"Yeah. I have a lot to do tomorrow. I have at least a couple of special orders to work on." We stood up and she picked up her purse and slung the strap on her shoulder. I stood up and even though she paid for dinner I kicked in a thirty dollar tip.
"Hey, Daniel. Would you mind if I came by your shop tomorrow and watch you work."
"That's a little random. But sure. I'd certainly love the company."
"One more question before we go our seperate ways for the night," I could tell she was nervous about asking it. "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"No. I haven't. Nobody is interested in dating a gunsmith and a former cop on top of that. So no. I have never had a girlfriend."
"Good. See you tomorrow Daniel." She kissed my cheek and left. I watched her leave in a taxi. I headed home and changed for my nights questioning of Cobblepot.

Long story short, Cobblepot told me that Thorne would be expecting a big shipment of drugs and contraband weapons tomorrow night about around eleven thirty. He also told me that Thorne's entire empire is contingent on his drug and weapons deals and business. The strange thing is Cobblepot and I have started getting along. Which I'm very sure that is mostly out of fear. His fear of me.
After the meeting with Cobblepot I went home and went straight to bed after locking my shop and house down.
However nothing could have prepared me for my first meeting with The Dark Knight himself. Batman. And one of his longtime protegee's Batgirl.

When I woke up the next morning, I got up, took a shower, shaved, got dressed, cooked breakfast and ate breakfast. I started working on one of the two special orders when I heard a knock. "Come in it's open." I said. I stopped hollowing out both sides of the barrel of one of the orders and looked to the door and saw Barbara.
"Morning, Daniel."
"Morning, Barbara." I smiled.
"Looks good so far which type is this one?"
"Uhh, Death's Vengeance. This one is my most popular style." I told her.
"What does it look like finished?"
I put down the drill and walked to a large display case and found a completed version of the one I was working on. "Ahh, here you are." I handed her the gun. Skulls were engraved in the butt, bony fingers lining the barrel.
"Wow. Very nice Daniel."
"Thank you." I got back to work on the orders. "That revolver takes pretty close to five to eight days to finish after it's started properly." She smiled as I continued to work on the orders.
"Daniel, I am very happy with the revolver you made me. I am so impressed by the detail of it."
"Glad to hear it." I smiled.
"I was wondering something," She put the revolver down on the polish table which was dry and clean so no danger of the finished Death's Vengeance getting polish on it.
I looked at her and once I saw how conflicted she was about what she was going to ask I turned off the drill and pulled up the safety glasses and replaced them with my ususal pair of transitional lensed glasses. "What's up, Barbara? You were like this a little last night too."
"I've been back and forth about this. And. Part of me wants to ask this question. The other half is still reluctant.'
"Well, once you ask it we can discuss your warring worry and confidence." She laughed and smiled at my comment.
"I want to know, if you'd be interested in having a girlfriend?"
"Your not trying to set me up like one of those creepy nosey neighbor matchmakers are you?" I asked. She smiled and giggled.
"No. I was wondering. How you would feel if you had me as your girlfriend?"
I was stunned and didn't move or breathe for a minute or two. "Well, first off, I'd be very honored to have a girl like you as my own. Second you'd have to be very patient with me when it comes to making revolvers or rifles in my shop for customers." She grinned as I gave her a short list of what I thought of having her as my girl. "The only downside. Is that your the Comissioners daughter. Which means if you got hurt or kidnapped. Your dad would possibly blame me."
"No. If you were still a cop and dating me he would have a big problem with that. But since you make guns and rifles, repair and improve them. I think he'd have no problem." Barbara approached me. "Besides, last I checked. I'm a grown woman."
"Yes, you are." I smiled as I put down the drill and placed my hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
"I can make my own decisions."
"Correct."
"And, since you made that revolver for my father to give to me for my birthday. I'd say he owes you one."
"I love the way you think."
"So what do you say?"
"Will you be my girlfriend, Barbara Gordon?" Her mouth gaped and she lightly slapped the right side of my face with her left hand.
"You ass."
"I'd much rather look at yours."
"Come here." She pulled me in and kissed me and I started kissing her back. When we pulled away for each other.
"I guess thats a no."
She giggled and pulled me in for another kiss. "That's a yes you trickster."
"Oh. Well, good." I laughed and so did she.
"Do you always make a joke of everything?"
"When it's called for." She pulled me in for a hug.
"Ohh, I love you."
"I love you more." She pulled away from me and sat on a sofa near my drying table which had three finished revolvers on it and I went back to working on the orders.
Every time I took a break. I laid down on the same couch she was sitting in with my head in her lap. She caressed and massaged my fore head and ran her fingers through my hair.
If you think about it we're a pretty weird couple Comissioners daughter/gunsmith, closet anti-hero.

After we cooked dinner together and ate what we cooked, by the time we washed and put away the dishes it was eight o'three in the evening. "Well, I better go. I have to get to work."
"Well, thanks for coming by Barb."
"Thank you for giving me the opprotunity to watch you Peacemaker." I smiled at her little nickname for me.
"Well, have a nice time at work."
"Oh, I think I will." She smiled. She left and I closed up shop, got ready for my raid of Thorne's shipment. This time I decided to bring my Sharpes rifle.

When I got there I picked out a vantage point and looked through the scope I made for the Sharpes. Ten henchmen, three  to seven armed guards, and four unarmed guards. Near the time for the shipment to arrive I started picking off guards and henchmen alike. Once I felt that I used the Sharpes enough I hid it under a water tower and jumped from rooftop to rooftop until I was close enough to take out the last six guards. Each one got a shot in the chest center mass or in the head. I did a quick sweep of the area and found a lone surviving henchman. "Please don't kill me. I have a family."
"Of course you do. I'm going to give you a message. Can you deliver it to Thorne?" He nodded furiously. "You tell Thorne that he better make peace with whatever god he believes in because I'm going to burn his empire to the ground. Starting with his shipment from tonight." I shot a gas can causing a major explosion on the ship. And causing a massive burning of the drugs guns and ammo on it. "He's out of business. And soon it will be his life that he loses." I punched the henchman out and tosssed him onto a pallet.

Meanwhile on a rooftop a couple hundred yards out...
(Barbara's POV)
"That's it." Bruce said as he was watching Thorne's shipment burn. "Let's go Barbara." I followed Bruce as he grapnelled off the roof and we both landed near the Shootist as he was retrieving his rifle from a nearby rooftop. "Shootist." Bruce said.
"Batman." Shootist said as he looked at us after slinging the rifle on his back. "And you brought Batgirl. How quaint." Something about his voice sounded familiar. But I couldn't focus on that right now.
"You went too far killing most of Thorne's men and burning his shipment which the GCPD could have used as evidence." Bruce said gruffly.
"Well, I don't trust the GCPD least of all you." He reached behind his head and jerked the ends of his bandana tightening the knot holding it in place. "I mean you. You knew that Cobblepot was doing illegal activities out of his club and yet, you did, nothing."
"So your the one Cobblepot works for now."
"How did you do that?" I asked Shootist.
"I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. I spare his life as long as he gives me good information and dismantles his criminal empire."
Then I saw out the corner of my eye a sniper take position behind Shootist. He spun around and pulled one of his twin revolvers and with the sharpest of accuracy shot and killed the sniper from fifty yards away.
"You know the more I'm up here the more I'm a target for Thorne's henchmen which by extension means you two are targets." He said. And I got shot in the side and Shootist and Bruce looked around for the culprit and Shootist readied to shoot the rifleman on a roof a little higher above us. Only to be shot in the stomach. But he re-acquired his target and without missing a beat he fired killing the rifleman with a perfect headshot. He soon started running away as Bruce picked me up and we both headed to the batcave.

(Daniel's POV)
I arrived home after limping and hopping across rooftops for what felt like forever. Once I got the necessary things, tweezers scissors, gauze, alcohol, bandages and tape. I started attempting to extract the bullet in my gut. I got it out in ten to twelve minutes and I sterilized an old chisel blade with a blow torch and sealed my bullet wound by burning the skin closed. Once I was bandaged up just in case. I started drinking orange juice and water until I couldn't stay awake any longer and passed out.

The next morning, I tried to get up but felt some major amounts of  pain as I slowly got up. I changed out of my Shootist attire and noticed the bullet hole in the shirt I was wearing. 'Close to four years as the Shootist and by far that was the most painful extraction ever.'
I cleaned up the mess I left before I passed out even kept the bullet in my secret compartment in the display case. I kept my shop clsed for the day so I could at least attempt to properly heal. Barbara stopped by in the late afternoon.
"Daniel."
"Just a minute." I said as I pulled a shirt on and got up to answer the door. "What's up Barb?" I smiled. She walked in and I pulled her in for a quick kiss. But when she touched my stomach I flinched.
"Daniel, what happened?" She asked me.
"Oh, my hand slipped early this morning and the bit got me in the stomach. So I decided to close shop for the day and try to rest and heal."
"Oh, my poor Peacemaker." She kissed me.
"Thank you, Barb."
"Let's get you in bed. Come on." She helped me to bed and I noticed that I forgot to put my Shootist attire away or hide it at least. I kept her attention on me as I hobbled and leaned on her to my room. Once we were in my room she sat me on my bed and I laid down at her constant behest. She pulled the blanket over me and left the room to get me some pain medication and some water to take it with.
I leaned on my pillows and not long after I got comfortable.
"Here you go. Take two of these Peacemaker and you should start to feel less pain in a moment or two." She handed me the water and pain medication and I took the pills and downed the water. All the way until nine o'clock. Barbara and I talked and joked around. When nine o'three came around she got up and said, "Sorry hon. Got work to do. See you later okay?" I nodded. She leaned down and kissed me. "I love you."
"Love  you more Barb." I smiled as I kissed her. She left not long after. After I heard her car down the street and out of earshot. I shot out of bed and ran down stairs and put on a different shirt and put on my Shootist attire. And once I reloaded on ammo for my revolvers and switched out my Sharpes for the Winchester, I headed to the Iceberg Lounge and got Thorne's home and office address from him.

(Barbara's POV)
Bruce and I were in the batcave keeping an eye on anything that might turn up.
"Penny for your thoughts Barbara?" Bruce asked.
"Oh, I visited my boyfriend today. And he had a belly wound from a drill bit he was working with. I'm worried about him."
"A belly wound you say?" I nodded. "Hmm."
Before we could continue our conversation an alarm sounded. Bruce found out that a disturbance was going on at Rupert Thorne's estate.
"Let's move."

(Daniel's POV)
I was killing every guard armed or not that got in my way. I reached the interior of Thorne's home. I holstered my revolvers and used my fists and feet to take out the remaining five guards. Once I kicked the last one unconscious I pulled my left side revolver and walked into Thorne's study. He was trying to load his 357 magnum. I shot it out of his hand and kept my revolver trained on him as he got on his knees and begged me to have mercy on him. To please let him go and that he didn't mean any of it.
"Didn't mean it. You give couples or people loans with outrageous interest rates. Poison youth with drugs you get like clockwork every few weeks. And help gangs murder innocent people. As far as I'm concerned. I'm doing the world a favor and helping the police by eliminating you."
"I beg you. What do you want? Money, cars, homes?
"Nothing. I want nothing more than to watch a bullet go through your skull Thorne." I pistol whipped him in the face and moved to behind him. My revolver placed cleanly and perfectly to the back of his head. "As a last show of what mercy I have left. You have five seconds to pray."

(Barbara's POV)
Bruce and I arrived at Thorne's estate to see bodies all over. Some with bullet holes others with no bullet holes but unconscious all the same. Not long after we heard a gunshot and ran into Thorne's estate and into his study. We saw Thorne howling in pain and the Shootist standing over him with a smoking revolver. Bruce noticed a bullet hole in Thorne's back along his spine. He aimed the revolver at us. Keeping his eyes on Thorne.
"Remember Thorne. You may think your untouchable. But. Everyone has a weakspot and with just a little bit of pressure in the right spot. They will break. Just like you will. Leave the country Thorne. Leave the country and never. Come back."  He started breathing heavy and his belly wound from the night before started leaking a bit as it seemed to have been reopened while he was storming Thorne's estate. "If you do. Or if I hear or smell your back. For any reason without my permission. The bullet I put in your spine will be joined by one to your skull."
I approached Shootist after his arm started lowering by itself. He ran and jumped out the window and I ran to the window to see he passed out upon impact with the ground.