The cops were on their way to the GCPD, still shaken up. Driving slower than normal. Quieter than the bodies in the back of the car.

The cop at the driver's seat, Harry, is barely breathing. He's afraid to speak. In worry of the bodies coming back to life. Or someone shooting him. The driver, Evan, feels the same way. He's handling it a little better than Harry, but he's still troubled too.

It's like every block they pass, the city gets quieter. Darker. The police band breaks the dead air and makes the cops jump. It was just a call about the money being returned to the bank.

The silence returns, then a car horn blairs, making them jump again. "Shit.." Harry whispers, grasping at his heart. Breathing heavily.

He turns his head to look at the back of the car, just in case. But nothing. No gun to the head. But he's still worried. "No one's gonna shoot us." Evan retorts.

"Someone else could." Harry worries.

Evan pulls over the car and to a curb. He takes a deep breath and speaks up, "We need to talk about Batman."

Harry gets wide-eyed and Evan goes on, "I don't know what's going on, but uh,"

Harry answers back, "I don't either."

Silence for a few seconds, then Harry says, "Maybe he finally went nuts."

Evan shakes his head, "Maybe."

"Things have been crazy lately." Harry continues. "Everyone else is too."

Evan then questions, "The thing that scares me the most, is how this will affect us? The GCPD, I mean."

He feels uneasy, and Harry does, too. "Those freaks deserve it." Harry barks back. "Killing people, stealing money."

Harry takes a moment to pause, and continues. "But what Batman's done, I feel this could be worse."

The dead silence continues and Evan finally speaks up, "I've wanted to shoot bad guys like these for so long, but I know what'd happen if I did."

Evan pats Harry on the back and goes on to say, "I'm here for ya, man"

Harry nods his head back. Evan gets out a cigarette, offers one to Harry, and he accepts. Evan puts the car back on drive and heads to the GCPD. Enduring the dead silence once more.

They go into an alternate entrance in the GCPD to go to the Morgue. Harry knocks on the door and a few minutes later, someone opens. Someone who analyzes dead bodies from crime scenes. Philip. Harry questions to Philip, "We need some help getting some bodies into the morgue."

Philip adjusts his glasses as he looks over Harry's shoulder, and he sees the bodies in the back of the car. "What's going on?"

"Batman. Had a run-in with some bank robbers. Two-Face was one of them. He killed them." Evan answers, sternly.

Philip looks at Evan dead in the eyes, then Harry. His face stricken with disbelief. "But...Batman doesn't kill."

"Apparently, he does now." Evan says back, scared.

Philip looks at the bodies again and remarks, "Lemme get the gurneys."

He clears his throat and leaves as the cops follow him. They put the bodies on the gurney and meanwhile, Philip asks, "Why don't you just bury them?"

Harry answers, "We're cops, not gravediggers."

Philip puts Harvey on a gurney and remarks back, "Very well.."

Evan strikes back, picking up a thug, "I would, but,"

He puts it on the roller and scoffs, "never mind."

Philip raises an eyebrow, shakes it off, and gets back to work. Harry has an idea to connect the gurneys together with a rope to make it easier, dragging the beds to the Morgue. So they don't have to make a trip back.

At the Morgue, they open up some cells and put the bodies in there. "Sorry to come in on such short notice." Harry apologizes.

Philip answers back, "It's no problem."

Evan peeks at his cig box, but puts it back in his pocket. He doesn't feel like it's a proper place to smoke. Philip asks for one for later, and Evan gives him one. He asks them after he puts it in his pocket, "So, does Gordon know about this yet?"

"Not yet," Evan answers. "But I bet he will in the morning."

Philip puts his hands on his hips and asks nervously, quietly, "Are you sure it was Batman?"

"We're sure. Had the same tech and everything." Evan replies.

Philip takes a deep breath and takes the cigar out of his pocket, leaving the room, "Excuse me for a moment."

Evan and Harry look at each other, and Harry looks at his watch. "I should get going. It's getting late."

Evan looks at his too, and raises an eyebrow. "Yeah. See ya in the morning, pal."