Chapter Two

Batcave. 2:00 AM ET.

``But, if I do recall, Deadshot died quite some time ago, Master Bruce.'' Alfred spoke.

Deadshot had been presumed dead for a while now. He was hired by Merlyn to assassinate Black Canary. They eventually fought in a Star City warehouse. As Black Canary stumbled after being shot by Deadshot in the leg and arm, Deadshot threw an explosive at her. She barely dodged it as she crashed out of a nearby window, barely escaping before the whole warehouse exploded in flames. Deadshot was the only one there, however his body was never found.

``His body wasn't found at the explosion site, Alfred. So there's no real way of telling that he's dead.'' Batman said, pulling off his cowl. ``This hunt for him may take weeks to months since he's been off the radar for a long time. But, I will find him and bring him to justice.''

``Master Bruce, not to argue with you but Deadshot always did have a sort of deathwish didn't he? He would have fulfilled it in that explosion.'' Alfred politely argued.

``He showed love and affection for his daughter, Zoe. It wouldn't make sense for him to commit suicide, leaving his daughter with no one, being that her mother went missing years ago.'' Bruce stated.

``Where's Zoe now?'' Damian asked, jumping into the conversation. He had been eavesdropping on the banter between Alfred and his father.

``Star City. Queen Care Center.'' Batman said.

``Queen. Queen. Isn't he-'' Robin was cut off by Batman.

``Green Arrow? Yes, he is. He wants to join the Justice League but we are against new members.'' Bruce explained.

``Maybe Zoe knows about her father's whereabouts?'' Alfred said.

``Unlikely,'' Robin said. ``Father, are you sure she does not have a legal guardian?''

``In fact, she does. Deadshot's cousin, Lance Lawton. Her uncle. He visits her from time-to-time.'' Batman said, reading off of the Queen Care Center webpage.

``Why is she not in his custody?'' Robin asked.

``He's a minor. 17 years old, according to Star City law, a legal guardian has to be at least 18 years of age.'' Batman answered.

``Is he turning 18 soon?'' Alfred asked.

``In fact, he is. He turns eighteen years of age in one month.'' Batman said, again reading off the Queen Care Center webpage.

``We don't have one month.'' Robin said.

``Exactly, so I'm going to pay him a visit.'' Batman said.

``When?'' Robin asked.

``Now.'' Batman replied. ``Alfred, get my plane tickets ready. I'm going to Star City.''

``I'm going.'' Robin declared.

``No, you're not.'' Batman said, sternly.

``Why?'' Robin asked.

``This is my problem. It's too risky to bring you along. Call Nightwing and Batgirl. They'll be going on patrol with you while I'm gone.'' Batman ordered.

``Father-''

``End of discussion, Damian.''

Robin grunted, folding his arms.

Alfred looked on his Wayne Enterprises tablet. ``The next flight to Star City is in the morning, at 6:30 AM.''

``OK, then.'' Bruce said. ``Robin, are you ready to go out on patrol?''

Robin glared at his father. ``Yes.''

Bruce pulled on his cowl and Damian put on his domino mask. They jumped into the Batmobile. ``See you later, Titus.'' Damian said, the dog had been there the whole time. The dog barked in response.

And with that, the Dynamic Duo drove away.