Batman/Highlander: Immortal Souls
By Michael Shaunessy
It is nighttime in the city of Gothem looking downward from a rooftop. A man wearing a trench coat like Bogart wears walks in the streets alone. 'I am Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod. I have tracked down an old ally of mine. Here, in Gotham city. He is a killer, who wants something, me.'
'I stalk in the night, I am the Batman. A killer is on the loose in Gothem. He beheads his victims for no reason and leaves them with no evidence. He has done this for 4 weeks and the police have no leads, but I think I can find him.'
On the rooftop, sits the dynamic duo who was once was. Robin uses his binoculars and surveyed the city while Batman looks around down on the street. Just then someone screams in terror a couple of allies down the street.
"Let's move," ordered Batman as they rush to the scene.
In the ally was an old woman that was terrorized by a man dressed in a punk like clothing, laughing insanely.
"W-What do you want from me?" the lady asked.
The man took out a sword that was 5 feet long. He raised it up above his head, twirled it around and started to slash at the poor women until Batman knocked him down. The man swung his sword at him, but Batman dodged it and at the same time swept him off his feet.
"You fight well," the man said in a deep voice as he got up, "Now it's my turn."
The man gave a roundhouse kick and slashed his cape at the same time. Batman backs away while Robin waited on the top of the fire escape. He knew Batman was in trouble and decided to drop in.
"Mind if I join in the party?" Robin said as fell right on top of the man, blinding his eyes.
He then flipped and landed right next to Batman. The man was delirious and swung is sword everywhere. He then walked on top of the ladder to the fire escape, slashed his sword and the ladder fell down right on top of him knocking him dead. Batman started to walk over to the body until he heard sirens in the distance.
"Come on Robin, our work here is done." Suggested Batman as they disappeared.
Moments later in the same alley the police finally arrived, so did MacLeod. Sergeant Bullock was on the scene surveying the alley when MacLeod walked by looked around. This may be where someone has spotted him, he thought.
"Hey buddy this is police business," an officer said, but MacLeod Ignored him as he saw another officer brining out the old lady. She was shivering and mumbling like she came out of a freezer.
She was rambling hysterically, "A bat and demon w-with a s-sword. B-body."
MacLeod couldn't believe it, "What did the demon look like?"
"Hey Buddy did you hear what I said," The cop said, "Now move along before I arrest you for loitering."
They hauled the women in the ambulance that was parked there as Bullock noticed MacLeod.
"Hey you," he shouted at MacLeod getting his attention, "Where were you when all this happened?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," He turned to the Sergeant and replied MacLeod, "I just got here."
"Yeah sure, listen the only witness we got here his this women. And I hope we can crack this case with her description. Now what's your story all in this? What did you ask her?" said Bullock.
"I don't know what you talking Sergeant," MacLeod answered, "I'm just a concerning citizen."
Just then one of the officers called, "Sergeant! Over here, we found something."
Bullock ran over into the alley as one of the officers pointed to the blood on the ground near the ladder to the fire escape. Bullock crouched down to see the blood more closely and smiled.
"We got you now," he said to himself.
Meanwhile MacLeod slipped away and walked down the street thinking. He though about the first time he met his advisory.
Flashback, the year is 1565, and the place is outside of Perth, Scotland. A big battle was going on between the Highlanders and the Lowlanders. MacLeod was still a mortal and was fighting a warrior among others. Their swords clashed as there bodies sweated.
"Ye will die MacLeod!" he said as she swung her massive sword.
MacLeod luckily dodged out of the way and sliced his arm. The warrior dropped his sword, as MacLeod trusted his sword into the lowlander's chest, he screamed and fell down. MacLeod looked into his eyes as they closed and walked off to fight another. He screamed again as a man in plated armor turned his head and saw him in pain. He then ran over to his comrade, holding him in his arms.
"Brother! NO!" he hollered.
He saw MacLeod fighting another Lowlander and thought.
"Ye pay for this Highlander, This I swear."
Back to the present, the Highlander walked to a cult shop on a corner where one of his old friends worked. He saw the sign in the window that said: Closed: He looked in the window and saw and old man who appears to be in his 60's. He was a skinny man with bald hair and a white mustache covering over his upper lip. He tapped on the window as the owner turned to the door, walked over and complained in a Scottish accent, "We're closed, cana ye read the sign?"
The Scottish man looked out and saw MacLeod outside and was astonished to see him. He then unlocked his door and opened it welcoming him in. In his shop, there was a bunch of old odd and end stuff, from books to old unlabeled bottles.
"MacLeod!" the Scotsman said as he hugged him, "I thought they beheaded ye in France."
"Yeah, they never counted on good friends," said MacLeod.
"How are you doing me old friend? What are ye doing here in Gothem?" asked the clerk.
MacLeod replied, "I thought I check up on old friends. How are you doing Donnel?"
He looked around suspiciously and said, "He's been asking for ye."
"Yeah?" MacLeod said cocking an eyebrow.
Donnel continued, "I told him nothing, but threatened to kill me if I dina tell. I dina know that ye were in town how did he?"
"Probably the news paper, I'm auctioning off some of my collection at the Wayne Charity Auction tomorrow night." MacLeod informed.
Donnel cautioned, "Be careful MacLeod. If I was in my top prime I'd would've taken him down my self"
"Don't get you self involved in this Donnel," Said MacLeod, "its not worth loosing your head over."
Donnel Nodded and offered, "Would you like ta have some tea or whiskey me friend?"
"No, I just stopped by to say hello," MacLeod replied.
The old clerk nodded, wishing he could help.
"If He comes back again, tell him nothing," MacLeod added, "I'll find him."
He sighed and nodded once more, "Eye I will, I'll try my best."
"Good," said MacLeod, "Well I have to get going." They shook hands and hugged, "Its Good to see you again."
"Same here Duncan," As MacLeod headed toward the door, Donnel added, "Don't worry about me. Even though I'm old. I'm still quick on the ball." He Smiled and tapped his brain.
MacLeod Smiled back, "That's always a good thing." He opened the door and left the store.
Deep Inside the Batcave, under Wayne Manor, the dark knight sat in front of his computer viewing some old swords on the screen with Robin beside him.
"What are we looking for?" he asked.
Batman replied, "The man we encountered tonight had a very familiar sword. I'm checking any ancient swords that was stolen from any museum in the last 4 weeks."
"Any luck?" Robin asked.
Batman replied, "Not really."
Just then he paused the search button and looked at a prosaic blade. He then pressed F5 on his keyboard and some information came up on the screen.
Object: 1530 Scottish sword
Object owned by: Duncan MacLeod
"That's the sword I saw," quoted Batman.
Robin said, "Are you sure? I don't think Mr. MacLeod isn't that kind of man who would kill innocent people."
"Tomorrow he's donating ancient artifacts to the 5th Annual Wayne Charity Auction. I've met him though, and I don't know if I trust him," said Batman.
Alfred then entered the Batcave with dinner and added, "Then why don't you ask him at the auction?"
The next day Bruce and Tim attended the auction at the Gothem Convention Hall. They sat down in their seats as the auditorium filled up with rich associates and other antique dealers. Then Duncan MacLeod entered, took his seat as Bruce looked on to him.
John Sout, the host of the auction came up to the podium and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I like to thank you for attending the 5th Annual Wayne Charity Auction. But before we embark of today's items, I like to introduce a gracious man who donated his privet collection to us, Mr. Duncan MacLeod."
Everybody applauded as MacLeod stood and nodded.
Mr. Sout continued as MacLeod sat back down, "And to Mr. Bruce Wayne, with his dedication to this Charity Auction." Bruce did the same as they clapped for him.
"Now, lets get on with our first item," Mr. Sout announced.
Just then a man entered, wearing a dark back overcoat. It was the same guy Batman saw last night as Bruce glanced over.
MacLeod noticed, recognized him too, and thought, 'What is he doing here?' This wasn't the time, nor the place to pick him out now. Not in front of innocent mortals that is.
"A pair of 1880's Smith and Wesson Six Shooter Pistols, the bidding will start at $100." Sout announced, "Do I hear $150?"
The man in the coat mumbled, "My guns."
Flash Back. The year is, 1884. The place is, Black Ford, Colorado.
"All right MacLeod," Said a tough talking gunslinger, "It's time to settle an old debt."
It was nighttime as MacLeod and the gunslinger were standing in the middle of a dusty sandy desert road. It was like an old fashion showdown at high noon except it was close to midnight. Only a few civilians watched over the dispute.
"I wasn't my fault," MacLeod said standing across from him,
"I didn't know."
"Sure it wasn't, now you die!" He exclaimed as he started to shoot at him with his Six Shooter.
MacLeod dodged and got out of the way; he then grabbed his gun and shot back. Some of the bullets hit MacLeod's enemy and he went down. The few towns people gasped as MacLeod walked up to him. He bent over and grabbed his opponent's gun and said, "You shouldn't play guns McHarris."
"Do I hear $1000?" Sout continued.
McHarris raised his hand, "$5000."
MacLeod spun his head and gave an evil look at McHarris as Sout added, "I have $5000, do I hear six?"
No one did anything as Sout continued, "Going once, going twice, SOLD, to the gentleman in the back."
"He's no gentleman," MacLeod mumbled.
After the Auction ended, Bruce caught up to MacLeod and tapped him on the shoulder. MacLeod turned around to see Mr. Wayne.
"Mr. Wayne," MacLeod said, "Nice to see you again."
"Same here," Bruce said, "I am wondering if we can talk somewhere for a moment?"
"I would love to, but I'm on a tight schedule," MacLeod replied.
"That's ok, perhaps later?" Bruce thought.
"Maybe," he replied as he headed out the door. But someone cut his path.
"Nice Auction MacLeod," McHarris pronounce as he smirked, "and thank you for returning my gun back. I felt uneasy with out it."
Bruce tried to listen in the conversation, but it was hard with all the other people gaggling like geese in the room.
"Meet me on top of Wayne Enterprises building midnight tonight, or I do what you did to me." McHarris announced.
"I didn't know he was your brother," MacLeod repeated himself, "and you know it."
"We'll see," he left leaving MacLeod with a strenuously dissuasion to make.
Then a beautiful reporter stepped in front of MacLeod.
"Susan Garret of the Gothem Times," she announced. Susan Garret had golden brown hair a nice figure and she reminded MacLeod a girl he once knew back in Scotland.
"Duncen MacLeod..." He started.
Ms Garret interrupted, "I know who you are Mr. MacLeod. I was wondering if I can get an interview with you?"
"Why don't we do it during dinner tonight?" MacLeod suggested as he smiled hoping it would take his mind off of McHarris.
Ms. Garret replied, "That would be great."
"Bruce," MacLeod turned back to Mr. Wayne, "I have to go, thank for everything."
"No, thank you," said Wayne as Garret and MacLeod walk off.
"Now what?" Tim asked.
Bruce said, "That man he was with, he was the same man we saw last night."
"Are you sure?" urged Tim, "It was a pretty dark alley."
"I'm pretty much sure it was him," said Bruce.
Outside the hall MacLeod and the reporter got in a cab as McHarris looked on in a dark area.
"Looks like I got two birds to kill." McHarris pronounced to himself, "But first, I got businesses to attend." He chuckled as he walks off.
Back in the Police Department, Sargent Bullock walked in to the crime lab and asked to one of the crime lab officer, "We got anything on that blood sample I ran in?"
"Yes," replied one of the officers, "Come look at this Sargent Bullock." Bullock went over to the officer as he continued, "The blood is A type, but the DNA structure is strange."
"What do you mean strange?" The Sargent questioned.
The lab expert replied, "Line structure on the DNA is broken, something I've never seen before. Who ever the was suspect, isn't normal."
"Tell me something I don't know," Bullock, said, "I think its time talk to this MacLeod guy."
Dusk has fallen and all the stores are close expecting one. The evil immortal approach the cult store where MacLeod's friend works. He broke down the door and startled Donnel.
"You lied to me Highlander," McHarris stated as he walk slowly towards him.
Donnel hid behind the counter and replied frightfully, "I swear I didna know, I-I can make it up to ye."
"To late for that Highlander," McHarris said as he took out his sword and twirled it.
"Please nooo." Donnel pleaded
"Don't worry Donnel, it won't hurt that much. Heh heh heh," he said as he grabbed Donnel. McHarris swung the sword above his head as Donnel screamed madly, then silence. A head fell to the ground as a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Then a thunderous lightning hit the shop and the windows shattered, McHarris laughed franticly as the quickening took its body.
At the same time in a little café on a corner, MacLeod and Ms. Garret were outside enjoying their meal and their interview.
"How did you ever get into the antiques business Mr. MacLeod?" she started.
"Well, you can say some of my weapons was handed down to me of generations of MacLeods," Duncan replied.
"Is that so," Garret remarked gazing at his eyes.
"Ms. Garret?" MacLeod inquired.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head and continued, "Are you married or have you been married?"
"No," MacLeod answered. Just then he felt an uneasy wind blowing up his spine. He knew something has happened to his old friend, "Ms. Garret, I'm sorry to cancel this interview short," he said getting up, "But I just remembered a meeting I have to attend."
"Maybe we can finish this another time then?" Ms. Garret asked.
"You got it," MacLeod replied as he shook her hand and walk off.
Moments later, Bullock and the Gothem police department showed up at what was left of the cult store. Window pieces were scattered everywhere, books and other stuff lying all about. The place was a mess as they searched the area.
"This is ridiculous," Bullock commented.
"Sargent," an officer announced, "We found another victim."
Bullock went inside where the body was as MacLeod arrived to see the carnage.
"No," MacLeod mumbled.
Inside Bullock saw the decapitated body and its head and asked, "Where's homicide on this one?"
"They just got here," the officer replied.
Bullock then noticed MacLeod and said, "You. Stay where you are." The Sargent walked over to him, "Ok, Scottish boy, you got any explanation on this, or are you just another concerning citizen?"
"I knew that man," MacLeod started, "We were friends for a very long time."
"Sure, I think you should come downtown to talk about your friend," Bullock ordered.
"Sorry Sargent," MacLeod apologized, "Maybe another time."
He started to walk off as Bullock cried, "Hey, you better not leave Gothem MacLeod. Do you hear me? I got my eye on you."
Midnight, rooftop on the Wayne building, Batman and Robin scooped the building and saw McHarris waiting.
"Do you think MacLeod will show up," Robin inquired.
"I'm not ready to answer that question Robin," Batman replied.
"McHarris," a voice called, McHarris turned and in front of the doorway was MacLeod.
"MacLeod," McHarris acknowledged, "I thought you never show."
MacLeod unleashed his sword and said, "Let's get over with."
"What's the rush, you got a hot date," McHarris remarked.
MacLeod swung he sword in rage as McHarris blocked his blow and the sword battle starts. Massive attacks and blocks went on as MacLeod finally stabbed his foe in the stomach. Batman thought that the battle was almost over, McHarris stood up and swung intensively at the highlander. Backing him near the edge of the roof, he rocked his sword, knocking MacLeod's blade off his hands. It fell all the way down to the street as McHarris smiled and chuckled.
"Now," McHarris started as he raised his sword, "This is for my Brother!"
To be continued...
By Michael Shaunessy
It is nighttime in the city of Gothem looking downward from a rooftop. A man wearing a trench coat like Bogart wears walks in the streets alone. 'I am Duncan MacLeod, of the clan MacLeod. I have tracked down an old ally of mine. Here, in Gotham city. He is a killer, who wants something, me.'
'I stalk in the night, I am the Batman. A killer is on the loose in Gothem. He beheads his victims for no reason and leaves them with no evidence. He has done this for 4 weeks and the police have no leads, but I think I can find him.'
On the rooftop, sits the dynamic duo who was once was. Robin uses his binoculars and surveyed the city while Batman looks around down on the street. Just then someone screams in terror a couple of allies down the street.
"Let's move," ordered Batman as they rush to the scene.
In the ally was an old woman that was terrorized by a man dressed in a punk like clothing, laughing insanely.
"W-What do you want from me?" the lady asked.
The man took out a sword that was 5 feet long. He raised it up above his head, twirled it around and started to slash at the poor women until Batman knocked him down. The man swung his sword at him, but Batman dodged it and at the same time swept him off his feet.
"You fight well," the man said in a deep voice as he got up, "Now it's my turn."
The man gave a roundhouse kick and slashed his cape at the same time. Batman backs away while Robin waited on the top of the fire escape. He knew Batman was in trouble and decided to drop in.
"Mind if I join in the party?" Robin said as fell right on top of the man, blinding his eyes.
He then flipped and landed right next to Batman. The man was delirious and swung is sword everywhere. He then walked on top of the ladder to the fire escape, slashed his sword and the ladder fell down right on top of him knocking him dead. Batman started to walk over to the body until he heard sirens in the distance.
"Come on Robin, our work here is done." Suggested Batman as they disappeared.
Moments later in the same alley the police finally arrived, so did MacLeod. Sergeant Bullock was on the scene surveying the alley when MacLeod walked by looked around. This may be where someone has spotted him, he thought.
"Hey buddy this is police business," an officer said, but MacLeod Ignored him as he saw another officer brining out the old lady. She was shivering and mumbling like she came out of a freezer.
She was rambling hysterically, "A bat and demon w-with a s-sword. B-body."
MacLeod couldn't believe it, "What did the demon look like?"
"Hey Buddy did you hear what I said," The cop said, "Now move along before I arrest you for loitering."
They hauled the women in the ambulance that was parked there as Bullock noticed MacLeod.
"Hey you," he shouted at MacLeod getting his attention, "Where were you when all this happened?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," He turned to the Sergeant and replied MacLeod, "I just got here."
"Yeah sure, listen the only witness we got here his this women. And I hope we can crack this case with her description. Now what's your story all in this? What did you ask her?" said Bullock.
"I don't know what you talking Sergeant," MacLeod answered, "I'm just a concerning citizen."
Just then one of the officers called, "Sergeant! Over here, we found something."
Bullock ran over into the alley as one of the officers pointed to the blood on the ground near the ladder to the fire escape. Bullock crouched down to see the blood more closely and smiled.
"We got you now," he said to himself.
Meanwhile MacLeod slipped away and walked down the street thinking. He though about the first time he met his advisory.
Flashback, the year is 1565, and the place is outside of Perth, Scotland. A big battle was going on between the Highlanders and the Lowlanders. MacLeod was still a mortal and was fighting a warrior among others. Their swords clashed as there bodies sweated.
"Ye will die MacLeod!" he said as she swung her massive sword.
MacLeod luckily dodged out of the way and sliced his arm. The warrior dropped his sword, as MacLeod trusted his sword into the lowlander's chest, he screamed and fell down. MacLeod looked into his eyes as they closed and walked off to fight another. He screamed again as a man in plated armor turned his head and saw him in pain. He then ran over to his comrade, holding him in his arms.
"Brother! NO!" he hollered.
He saw MacLeod fighting another Lowlander and thought.
"Ye pay for this Highlander, This I swear."
Back to the present, the Highlander walked to a cult shop on a corner where one of his old friends worked. He saw the sign in the window that said: Closed: He looked in the window and saw and old man who appears to be in his 60's. He was a skinny man with bald hair and a white mustache covering over his upper lip. He tapped on the window as the owner turned to the door, walked over and complained in a Scottish accent, "We're closed, cana ye read the sign?"
The Scottish man looked out and saw MacLeod outside and was astonished to see him. He then unlocked his door and opened it welcoming him in. In his shop, there was a bunch of old odd and end stuff, from books to old unlabeled bottles.
"MacLeod!" the Scotsman said as he hugged him, "I thought they beheaded ye in France."
"Yeah, they never counted on good friends," said MacLeod.
"How are you doing me old friend? What are ye doing here in Gothem?" asked the clerk.
MacLeod replied, "I thought I check up on old friends. How are you doing Donnel?"
He looked around suspiciously and said, "He's been asking for ye."
"Yeah?" MacLeod said cocking an eyebrow.
Donnel continued, "I told him nothing, but threatened to kill me if I dina tell. I dina know that ye were in town how did he?"
"Probably the news paper, I'm auctioning off some of my collection at the Wayne Charity Auction tomorrow night." MacLeod informed.
Donnel cautioned, "Be careful MacLeod. If I was in my top prime I'd would've taken him down my self"
"Don't get you self involved in this Donnel," Said MacLeod, "its not worth loosing your head over."
Donnel Nodded and offered, "Would you like ta have some tea or whiskey me friend?"
"No, I just stopped by to say hello," MacLeod replied.
The old clerk nodded, wishing he could help.
"If He comes back again, tell him nothing," MacLeod added, "I'll find him."
He sighed and nodded once more, "Eye I will, I'll try my best."
"Good," said MacLeod, "Well I have to get going." They shook hands and hugged, "Its Good to see you again."
"Same here Duncan," As MacLeod headed toward the door, Donnel added, "Don't worry about me. Even though I'm old. I'm still quick on the ball." He Smiled and tapped his brain.
MacLeod Smiled back, "That's always a good thing." He opened the door and left the store.
Deep Inside the Batcave, under Wayne Manor, the dark knight sat in front of his computer viewing some old swords on the screen with Robin beside him.
"What are we looking for?" he asked.
Batman replied, "The man we encountered tonight had a very familiar sword. I'm checking any ancient swords that was stolen from any museum in the last 4 weeks."
"Any luck?" Robin asked.
Batman replied, "Not really."
Just then he paused the search button and looked at a prosaic blade. He then pressed F5 on his keyboard and some information came up on the screen.
Object: 1530 Scottish sword
Object owned by: Duncan MacLeod
"That's the sword I saw," quoted Batman.
Robin said, "Are you sure? I don't think Mr. MacLeod isn't that kind of man who would kill innocent people."
"Tomorrow he's donating ancient artifacts to the 5th Annual Wayne Charity Auction. I've met him though, and I don't know if I trust him," said Batman.
Alfred then entered the Batcave with dinner and added, "Then why don't you ask him at the auction?"
The next day Bruce and Tim attended the auction at the Gothem Convention Hall. They sat down in their seats as the auditorium filled up with rich associates and other antique dealers. Then Duncan MacLeod entered, took his seat as Bruce looked on to him.
John Sout, the host of the auction came up to the podium and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I like to thank you for attending the 5th Annual Wayne Charity Auction. But before we embark of today's items, I like to introduce a gracious man who donated his privet collection to us, Mr. Duncan MacLeod."
Everybody applauded as MacLeod stood and nodded.
Mr. Sout continued as MacLeod sat back down, "And to Mr. Bruce Wayne, with his dedication to this Charity Auction." Bruce did the same as they clapped for him.
"Now, lets get on with our first item," Mr. Sout announced.
Just then a man entered, wearing a dark back overcoat. It was the same guy Batman saw last night as Bruce glanced over.
MacLeod noticed, recognized him too, and thought, 'What is he doing here?' This wasn't the time, nor the place to pick him out now. Not in front of innocent mortals that is.
"A pair of 1880's Smith and Wesson Six Shooter Pistols, the bidding will start at $100." Sout announced, "Do I hear $150?"
The man in the coat mumbled, "My guns."
Flash Back. The year is, 1884. The place is, Black Ford, Colorado.
"All right MacLeod," Said a tough talking gunslinger, "It's time to settle an old debt."
It was nighttime as MacLeod and the gunslinger were standing in the middle of a dusty sandy desert road. It was like an old fashion showdown at high noon except it was close to midnight. Only a few civilians watched over the dispute.
"I wasn't my fault," MacLeod said standing across from him,
"I didn't know."
"Sure it wasn't, now you die!" He exclaimed as he started to shoot at him with his Six Shooter.
MacLeod dodged and got out of the way; he then grabbed his gun and shot back. Some of the bullets hit MacLeod's enemy and he went down. The few towns people gasped as MacLeod walked up to him. He bent over and grabbed his opponent's gun and said, "You shouldn't play guns McHarris."
"Do I hear $1000?" Sout continued.
McHarris raised his hand, "$5000."
MacLeod spun his head and gave an evil look at McHarris as Sout added, "I have $5000, do I hear six?"
No one did anything as Sout continued, "Going once, going twice, SOLD, to the gentleman in the back."
"He's no gentleman," MacLeod mumbled.
After the Auction ended, Bruce caught up to MacLeod and tapped him on the shoulder. MacLeod turned around to see Mr. Wayne.
"Mr. Wayne," MacLeod said, "Nice to see you again."
"Same here," Bruce said, "I am wondering if we can talk somewhere for a moment?"
"I would love to, but I'm on a tight schedule," MacLeod replied.
"That's ok, perhaps later?" Bruce thought.
"Maybe," he replied as he headed out the door. But someone cut his path.
"Nice Auction MacLeod," McHarris pronounce as he smirked, "and thank you for returning my gun back. I felt uneasy with out it."
Bruce tried to listen in the conversation, but it was hard with all the other people gaggling like geese in the room.
"Meet me on top of Wayne Enterprises building midnight tonight, or I do what you did to me." McHarris announced.
"I didn't know he was your brother," MacLeod repeated himself, "and you know it."
"We'll see," he left leaving MacLeod with a strenuously dissuasion to make.
Then a beautiful reporter stepped in front of MacLeod.
"Susan Garret of the Gothem Times," she announced. Susan Garret had golden brown hair a nice figure and she reminded MacLeod a girl he once knew back in Scotland.
"Duncen MacLeod..." He started.
Ms Garret interrupted, "I know who you are Mr. MacLeod. I was wondering if I can get an interview with you?"
"Why don't we do it during dinner tonight?" MacLeod suggested as he smiled hoping it would take his mind off of McHarris.
Ms. Garret replied, "That would be great."
"Bruce," MacLeod turned back to Mr. Wayne, "I have to go, thank for everything."
"No, thank you," said Wayne as Garret and MacLeod walk off.
"Now what?" Tim asked.
Bruce said, "That man he was with, he was the same man we saw last night."
"Are you sure?" urged Tim, "It was a pretty dark alley."
"I'm pretty much sure it was him," said Bruce.
Outside the hall MacLeod and the reporter got in a cab as McHarris looked on in a dark area.
"Looks like I got two birds to kill." McHarris pronounced to himself, "But first, I got businesses to attend." He chuckled as he walks off.
Back in the Police Department, Sargent Bullock walked in to the crime lab and asked to one of the crime lab officer, "We got anything on that blood sample I ran in?"
"Yes," replied one of the officers, "Come look at this Sargent Bullock." Bullock went over to the officer as he continued, "The blood is A type, but the DNA structure is strange."
"What do you mean strange?" The Sargent questioned.
The lab expert replied, "Line structure on the DNA is broken, something I've never seen before. Who ever the was suspect, isn't normal."
"Tell me something I don't know," Bullock, said, "I think its time talk to this MacLeod guy."
Dusk has fallen and all the stores are close expecting one. The evil immortal approach the cult store where MacLeod's friend works. He broke down the door and startled Donnel.
"You lied to me Highlander," McHarris stated as he walk slowly towards him.
Donnel hid behind the counter and replied frightfully, "I swear I didna know, I-I can make it up to ye."
"To late for that Highlander," McHarris said as he took out his sword and twirled it.
"Please nooo." Donnel pleaded
"Don't worry Donnel, it won't hurt that much. Heh heh heh," he said as he grabbed Donnel. McHarris swung the sword above his head as Donnel screamed madly, then silence. A head fell to the ground as a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Then a thunderous lightning hit the shop and the windows shattered, McHarris laughed franticly as the quickening took its body.
At the same time in a little café on a corner, MacLeod and Ms. Garret were outside enjoying their meal and their interview.
"How did you ever get into the antiques business Mr. MacLeod?" she started.
"Well, you can say some of my weapons was handed down to me of generations of MacLeods," Duncan replied.
"Is that so," Garret remarked gazing at his eyes.
"Ms. Garret?" MacLeod inquired.
"I'm sorry," she shook her head and continued, "Are you married or have you been married?"
"No," MacLeod answered. Just then he felt an uneasy wind blowing up his spine. He knew something has happened to his old friend, "Ms. Garret, I'm sorry to cancel this interview short," he said getting up, "But I just remembered a meeting I have to attend."
"Maybe we can finish this another time then?" Ms. Garret asked.
"You got it," MacLeod replied as he shook her hand and walk off.
Moments later, Bullock and the Gothem police department showed up at what was left of the cult store. Window pieces were scattered everywhere, books and other stuff lying all about. The place was a mess as they searched the area.
"This is ridiculous," Bullock commented.
"Sargent," an officer announced, "We found another victim."
Bullock went inside where the body was as MacLeod arrived to see the carnage.
"No," MacLeod mumbled.
Inside Bullock saw the decapitated body and its head and asked, "Where's homicide on this one?"
"They just got here," the officer replied.
Bullock then noticed MacLeod and said, "You. Stay where you are." The Sargent walked over to him, "Ok, Scottish boy, you got any explanation on this, or are you just another concerning citizen?"
"I knew that man," MacLeod started, "We were friends for a very long time."
"Sure, I think you should come downtown to talk about your friend," Bullock ordered.
"Sorry Sargent," MacLeod apologized, "Maybe another time."
He started to walk off as Bullock cried, "Hey, you better not leave Gothem MacLeod. Do you hear me? I got my eye on you."
Midnight, rooftop on the Wayne building, Batman and Robin scooped the building and saw McHarris waiting.
"Do you think MacLeod will show up," Robin inquired.
"I'm not ready to answer that question Robin," Batman replied.
"McHarris," a voice called, McHarris turned and in front of the doorway was MacLeod.
"MacLeod," McHarris acknowledged, "I thought you never show."
MacLeod unleashed his sword and said, "Let's get over with."
"What's the rush, you got a hot date," McHarris remarked.
MacLeod swung he sword in rage as McHarris blocked his blow and the sword battle starts. Massive attacks and blocks went on as MacLeod finally stabbed his foe in the stomach. Batman thought that the battle was almost over, McHarris stood up and swung intensively at the highlander. Backing him near the edge of the roof, he rocked his sword, knocking MacLeod's blade off his hands. It fell all the way down to the street as McHarris smiled and chuckled.
"Now," McHarris started as he raised his sword, "This is for my Brother!"
To be continued...