Chapter 3:
New Friends, New Clues
The Black Bandit silently landed on the fire escape outside Commissioner Gordon's office. He released the grappling hook and reeled in his slack. Stepping inside the window, the Bandit was met by the two men who were at the center of the war on crime in Gotham. Gordon stood next to Batman on one side of his desk. Clearly Gordon was a few hours into his shift. His coat was hanging from the desk chair and his tie was hanging from the coat rack. A white shirt and brown slack matched the brown leather shoulder sling. Inside the sling was a .38 Revolver.
"You must be the Black Bandit," Gordon said to the new figure in his office holding out his hand. "Commissioner, James Gordon."
"A pleasure, Commissioner," the Bandit said shaking hands with him. Though he knew Gordon had some questions, time was of the essence. "Where are Scapelli and Lopez?"
"I'll take you to them," Gordon responded ushering the two vigilantes out of his office. The three men exited and walked through the police headquarters. Outside Gordon's office were a couple dozen desks, belonging to Gordon's fellow officers. Even though it was late, many police were buzzing about. Phones were ringing, papers were flapping, and officers were talking with citizens left and right. The Bandit was taken back by how busy the precinct was. Batman and Gordon were accustomed to how busy the Gotham Police were, even in the early hours of the morning. The three walked up to a foul smelling detective at his desk, who clearly had one too many donuts in his life.
"Bullock," Gordon said. "Have Lopez and Scapelli been moved to interrogation?"
"Nah, just Scapelli is waiting for you and your pet," Bullock said taking a bite from one of his six donuts, eyes fixed on his paperwork. "You won't get far with him at all. Scapelli ain't talking and Lopez lawyered up. He's refused to even be taken from the holding cell until council arrives. Probably trying to make sure Knuckles keeps his mouth shut."
"Nothing I can do with Lopez now," Batman said turning to the Bandit. "Try and get as much as you can with Scapelli."
"That's rich, Bats. Who gets the tough-nut, Bird-Boy or the Lady Bat?" Bullock asked swiveling his chair around. Bullock stopped talking when he saw the Bandit. Looking the new figure up and down, Bullock got a very sour look on his face. "And just who the hell is this clown?"
"This is the Black Bandit, Bullock," Gordon said. "He's been investigating Scapelli for the last few months." Bullock got up out of his chair and put his coat and hat on. He eyed the Bandit before speaking again.
"Jeez, Commish," he started. "How many of these masked freaks are we gonna stomach in this town?" Bullock walked right up to the Bandit and pointed his finger in the Bandit's face. "I don't care how long you've been tailing this scumbag. He's my case now. You step out of line just once, and you'll wish you'd never met me." The Bandit remained silent for a split second.
"Too easy, I'm going to skip that one," said the Bandit sarcastically. Both Batman and the Bandit heard Batgirl trying to muffle her laughter over the com link.
"You wanna start something with me clown?" Bullock said in a firm tone.
"Enough!" Gordon ordered. "Where is Scapelli, Bullock?"
"Interrogation Room 3. I was just heading down there now," Bullock said.
"I go in alone," the Bandit said.
"No chance, freak," Bullock retorted harshly. "Let me tell you something…"
"Bullock!" Batman yelled. The whole room turned and glared at the Dark Knight. "The Bandit is the best chance we have to get any information out of Scapelli. He knows which buttons to push with him. We can either do this interrogation with you or without you, take your pick." Bullock was visibly furious at both masked men. He looked to the Commissioner, but only got a nod from Gordon. Bullock pulled his gun out of the desk drawer and put it in his shoulder sling.
"Let's go," he said walking away with the three men. Gordon led the three other men through a couple more hallways. Along the way, the Bandit noticed many fliers and posters. Some were for the Policemen's Ball, a few were general notices, and some were wanted posters. The Joker, Poison Ivy, Two-Face, the Bandit found himself getting his first look at some of Gotham's worst. They passed a few vagrants and prostitutes who were waiting to be booked. The ladies of the night sent a few offers to the two masked men.
"Is Batgirl ok?" Jim asked passing into a hallway.
"She'll be fine," Batman responded.
"Scapelli was bragging he put a bullet in Bat-dame," Bullock said. Batman and the Bandit looked at each other. Barbara was cursing up a storm over the com link. After a few more corridors, they came to a door that said, "Interrogation 3." The Black Bandit looked through the one way glass, staring at Scapelli. His clothes were a little dirty and the right side of his face had started to turn black. He was sitting in one of the two chairs, one hand cuffed to the table leg. The Bandit noted that the table was bolted to the floor, and gave a smirk.
"What are you smiling at, Bandit?" Gordon asked.
"Nothing," the Bandit said quietly. His voice was soft and very hard to hear. Batman, Gordon, and Bullock had to lean in to hear him. "Whatever happens in there, none of you come in. Don't even touch the door. Scapelli won't talk unless he's genuinely terrified that his life is in danger."
"Have you ever got this guy to talk before?" Bullock asked.
"If the Jersey cops didn't interrupt me, I'd have gotten a confession for the Johnson murders last year," was his response. Both Gordon and Bullock looked at each other before turning to Batman. The Dark Knight looked the Bandit dead in the eyes and gave him a nod. The Bandit opened the door and stepped into the bright walled, well lit room. Scapelli just turned to him and laughed. The Bandit froze in the doorway, not giving any emotion at all.
"Well, if it isn't Black Beauty," Scapelli remarked. "But this shiner you gave me makes me look like the real Black Beauty." The Bandit gave no response; he turned and closed the door. Locking the door the Bandit turned to Scapelli. His right hand came up and reached inside the inner breast of his trench coat. "So the man in the mask is packing, big deal," Scapelli remarked with a smile. In the blink of an eye, the Bandit pulled an 8 inch steel dagger from his coat, turned and stabbed it into the door crack, forcing it closed. From the other side, Bullock grabbed for the door. Batman and Gordon managed to pull him back before he reached it. Scapelli jumped up from his seat, standing uneven from being cuffed to the table, "JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled.
"Sit down, Scapelli," the Bandit said calmly turning to his foe. After a minute, the thief complied as the Bandit walked to the other chair and put his hands on the backrest. Both men's eyes met neither making a move. "Let's talk."
"Figure you're going to make me squeal with that little knife stunt," Scapelli said. "Not going to happen, Blacky. All I got to do is demand a lawyer and I don't have to say a thing."
"Knife?" Batgirl thought to herself in the Batmobile.
"Then why didn't you?" the Bandit responded.
"I wanted to see you lose all hope when I did," Scapelli said smiling. The Bandit tucked his hands behind his back.
"Let's cut the crap. I know you're planning to claim self-defense against Batgirl." the Bandit said. Scapelli just let his lips curl into a smug smile. "No surprise there, that's how you were acquitted in the Johnson murder."
"Again, I was acting in self-defense with Mr. Johnson," Scapelli said. "I have a right to defend myself if anyone attempts to do bodily harm to me. And Brat-girl had no business putting her hands on me or my associates." Batgirl clenched her fists tightly when she heard Scapelli.
"Son of bitch," she said angrily. Both Batman and the Bandit heard her over the com link, but neither acknowledged her.
"Except for one thing," the Bandit started. "Even if you claim self defense, and it works; all I have to do is testify that you didn't try to stop Knuckles when Carlos told him to kill Batgirl. That makes you an accomplice to attempted murder. And I'm sure Knuckles or Lopez for that matter will corroborate with my testimony if it serves their benefit." Scapelli's smirk quickly left his face. "You're looking at 7 to 10 years in Stonegate." Batman nodded in approval outside the door. Meanwhile, Batgirl grinned in the Batmobile.
"Clever plan, Bandit. But we both know Gotham has just as much, if not more crooked cops than Jersey does," Scapelli said. Bullock mumbled under his breath outside the interrogation room. "Even if I get charged, one good promise and I'll be on my way to freedom," Scapelli said leaning back in his chair as far as the cuffs would allow him.
"Cut the bullshit, Scapelli," the Bandit said firmly placing both hands on the table opposite the crook. "Gotham does have crooked cops, but what are some of those dirty cops going to do when they find out you're locked up in here. I know you've sold to Al-Qaida and the Taliban for Christ's sake, too bad I can't prove it. Crooked cop or not, everyone is carrying a grudge from 9/11. I'm willing to bet someone, cop or crook for that matter, wouldn't mind putting you in a pine box for those sales."
"You're going to have to do better than that," Scapelli said putting his free hand on the table.
"Ok," the Bandit said calmly as he moved the chair aside. With all the speed he could muster, the Bandit grabbed another 8 inch dagger from his coat, and stabbed it down into the table half an inch away from Scapelli's free hand. Scapelli pulled his hand away and lost all composure.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? SOMEBODY HELP! GET THIS PSYCHO AWAY FROM ME." Again, Bullock had to be restrained by Gordon and Batman. In the Batmobile, Batgirl reached for the volume control on her headset. Scapelli's screaming was too much for her ears to take. All the while, she was wondering what that loud bang she heard was.
"WHAT A SHOCK, SCAPELLI," the Bandit yelled. "If the cops outside that door gave a damn, they'd be smashing it down to get me away from you. If the cops don't give a rat's ass, what chance do you have in Stonegate Prison? You'll be rubbing elbows with the scum crazy enough to work for the Riddler, Penguin, or the Joker." The Bandit lowered himself to Scapelli's ear and spoke very softly. "Is that what you want?" Scapelli was sweating profusely; his face was white as a sheet. The idea of being close to the Joker's gang was too much.
"Okay, okay I'll talk," Scapelli said with a cracking voice.
"Wow, you're good," Batgirl said over the com link. The Bandit ignored her.
"Who was the buyer," the Bandit asked slamming his fist on the table.
"I don't know," Scapelli said in a panic. "I only spoke with hired muscle, said his boss would pay me big if I stole the cannon. We used pre-paid phone cards, they can't be traced. He wanted to wait until the heat was off before cutting the deal. I never knew who the buyer was, I swear on the Holy Scripture itself."
"Where's the cannon, Scapelli?" the Bandit asked walking around the table, behind his suspect.
"Gone by now."
"Don't try to fuck with me, Scapelli?" the Bandit said harshly getting right in Scapelli's face.
"The buyer has it, most likely," he replied. "I told Lopez where it was stashed when he showed me the money in the case, and then he phoned it to boss. Public storage on Main Street, lock up 63. It was too noisy in the club so we went into the alley so I could give Carlos the combination to the lock. That's when Batgirl showed up."
"Is there anything else I should know?" the Bandit asked harshly.
"That's all I know," Scapelli said cowering.
"Well you better start thinking in your cell, scumbag. And consider cooperating with the police," the Bandit said as he pulled his dagger out of the table. "I hate making two trips, and I hate pulling my daggers even more."
"Daggers?" Batgirl thought to herself. "He really does use daggers?"
"So if I have to come talk with you again, that half an inch is going to disappear." With that, the Bandit made for the door.
"Is he serious?" Batgirl thought to herself. The Bandit pulled the other dagger out of the crack and unlocked the door.
"Have a nice night, Vinnie," the Bandit said as he exited the room. Scapelli broke down and started shaking uncontrollably. The Bandit stepped toward the other three men waiting outside the door.
"You're as loony as half the psychos in Arkham," Bullock said.
"Sometimes crazy works," the Bandit responded with a smile.
"What do we do Batman?" Gordon asked.
"We'll check out the storage locker," responded the Dark Knight. "If we find anything we'll let you know."
"Ok," Gordon responded. He and Bullock both looked at Scapelli through the glass. "Take him back to his cell, Harvey. Let him stew for a while."
"Why not have Junior here do it, shake him up some more," Bullock said with a smile. Both cops turned to Batman and the Bandit, only to be met with an empty hallway. Bullock scratched his head and popped a toothpick in his mouth. "I hate it when that happens."
Batgirl took off the headphones and opened the canopy as Batman and the Bandit walked up behind the Batmobile.
"You're real good," she said to the Bandit. The Bandit just shrugged his shoulder and popped another cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Batman as he lit it.
"Did Gordon tell you anything else while I was with Scapelli?" the Bandit asked talking a puff.
"The lab is processing the case of money right now," Batman replied. "They're being very thorough, so we won't know anything until mid-morning."
"Shame you couldn't get the buyer's name," Batgirl said returning to the computer. "But I might be able to shed some light on that." Typing with lightning speed, Batgirl accessed the police's computer. She brought up the Stonegate's and Arkham's manifests and looked for anything out of the ordinary. Within seconds, Batgirl found what she was looking for. "Stonegate's got every prisoner accounted for. But it's not the same for Arkham, two men are missing," she said to the two men. "Two-Face has been on the lam for a while now, and the Joker escaped last week. Neither one has been seen since." Batgirl said. The Dark Knight said nothing. He was deep in thought, deciding the next move. The Bandit stood still, taking another puff of his cigarette.
"The deal has been in play for months now, it's not likely the Joker is the buyer. But Two-Face could be," Batman said. "Let's compile all the data we have. What do you have, Bandit?"
"A lot," the Bandit replied taking another drag. "Scapelli and my research on the cannon take up 6 gigabytes of memory on my laptop. I've got all of his movements and bank transactions from the last two weeks, all of his known affiliates, aliases, as well as every bit of info I could gather for 3 months. There is also complete research and test data on the cannon."
"I can interface and download all of the data to the Batcomputer from here," Batgirl said holding out her hand. "Can you hand me your laptop?" The Bandit shook his head, blowing more smoke from his mouth. Both bats were surprised from the Bandit's answer.
"I custom built that laptop from scratch, with several safeguards to prevent any data from getting into the wrong hands," the Bandit said flicking his cigarette away. "One of those safeguards is a wireless inhibitor. It's impossible for my computer to access or be accessed without a direct interface with another mainframe."
"Alright," Batman began. "You two take the Batmobile and head over to the storage locker, and see what you can find. I'll take the Bandit's motorcycle and computer back to the cave and start working on the data." The Bandit looked at Batgirl before reaching into his trench coat pocket, and pulled out his motorcycle keys.
"Be careful, she's got teeth," the Bandit said tossing the keys to Batman. The Dark Knight gave no response as he caught them in one hand. "When you turn on my laptop, call me on com link so I can override the security lock-outs." With a nod, Batman walked over and mounted the Bandit's bike. The Bandit's helmet was a little bigger than what Batman needed, but all in all it wasn't a bad fit.
"Keep an eye out for trouble," the Dark Knight said lowering the shield. The Bandit said nothing as he walked around to the driver side and hopped in the Batmobile. The canopy his closed and the two vehicles roared to life.
"Which way to we go?" the Bandit asked Batgirl.
"Don't worry about it," Batgirl said nonchalantly. "Computer, auto drive. 213 Main Street, proximity sonar, activate."
"Destination confirmed, sonar activated. Estimated time to arrival, 11 minutes." the computer responded. The engine of the Bandit's bike roared and both vehicles speed off together. After a few seconds, Batman turned the bike in another direction and the Bandit and Batgirl were on their own. The quiet in the Batmobile didn't last very long.
"The stories are true?" Batgirl said with some shock in her voice. "You really do threaten suspects with physical harm?" The Bandit turned his head to Batgirl and took a long breath.
"Most people crack with simple threats, you no doubt know this," he began. "Some you need to push the limit."
"Were you serious?" Batgirl asked.
"About what?" the Bandit responded.
"That the half inch would disappear," she said. Working with Batman had taught Batgirl much about interrogation. She and Batman used a lot of scare tactics, but never threatened to use weapons.
"No, I'd never cross that line," the Bandit started. "But as long as the crooks don't know that, it's an advantage."
"Then why do you carry those daggers? You didn't even use them in the alley," Batgirl asked.
"I rarely use them at all," he started. "I prefer to use my hands rather than pull my daggers out. Even though I'm more of a brawler, I'm a fully trained knife fighter. My hands can kill, but I don't want that. But if I need to intimidate someone or get a point across, that's when I use them. This was actually the first time I pulled them in almost a year." Batgirl was amazed that someone could carry lethal weapons like that, and refuse to use them unless he needed an edge. "How's your leg?"
"It's a little sore. The local you gave me wore off before you went into the precinct," the female crime fighter responded. Batgirl paused for a moment before speaking again. "Have you killed anyone with those?" she asked. The Bandit said nothing for a minute. Batgirl could tell he did not want to share that with her. She didn't blame him; no sane person would want to discuss a fatality.
"Can anyone see into the windows?" the Bandit asked after a moment.
"No, why?" Batgirl asked. She turned to find him fumbling with his mask. The Bandit pulled at the ties around the back of his head and slowly pulled his mask off. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"You are putting a lot of trust in a man you were not acquainted with until a couple hours ago," the Bandit started as he lowered the jumbled mass of leather to his lap. "I just want to return the trust." The Bandit then extended his right hand to Batgirl. "My name is Nicholas Reese." Batgirl looked with wide eyes as she took in Reese's face. His light brown hair was short and matted a little from the mask. A round, majestic looking face housed his deep brown eyes. One very faded scar was barely visible above his left eyebrow. His medium sized lips were curled into a cute smirk above a strong looking cleft chin. Batgirl breath was taken away by how handsome Nick was.
"Reese? As in Reese Software?" Batgirl said trying to regain her composure.
"The very same." Reese said with a bow. Batgirl was in plain shock that the Bandit revealed his true identity to her. Though she knew the identities of many other heroes, no one had ever revealed one so quickly. She hadn't even revealed her identity to Batman until months after they started working together. Her shock eventually fell, and she grabbed the sides of her cowl with her hands. In one movement, Batgirl pulled her cowl off. Nick couldn't help but gasp at the beauty the hidden beneath. Lovely, blue eyes contrasted the girl's flowing red hair. Batgirl's black colored lips and supple cheeks complimented the rest of her perfectly. There was a slight blush in her cheeks, almost like she was embarrassed.
"Nice to meet you, Nick. I'm Barbara Gordon," she said reaching out with her blood stained glove and shook her new friend's hand.
"Gordon, as in Commissioner Gordon?" Nick asked shocked.
"The very same," Barbara responded arching her wrist and touching her chest with her fingertips.
"What's the top cop's daughter doing running around in a costume like that?" Reese asked inquisitively.
"I have my reason's the same as you," she answered. The young heroes didn't pry any further on that subject. For Reese, it brought up painful reasons as to why donned his Black Bandit costume.
"Do you mind if I ask you something, Barbara?" asked Reese. Barbara just nodded. "Why were you dancing in the middle of your patrol?" Barbara curled her lips into a small smile and crossed her arms.
"Shouldn't we be discussing the case?" Barbara asked. Truthfully, she was trying to avoid that subject.
"There's no more to go on until we examine the locker," the young man replied. Barbara knew that answer was coming, she rolled her eyes a little before giving in.
"I guess I was just starved for some fun. I've been wearing this costume every night for the last few weeks. When I heard my favorite song begin, I couldn't help myself," she said. "Even though I've took it upon myself to become Batgirl, sometimes I would love to just be Barbara Gordon, you know. Just go out, have a good time, get crazy with my friends."
"Join the club, Barbara," Reese said non chalant. "I haven't even held a girl's hand in months." Barbara responded by lightly placing her fingertips on the back of Reese's hand. She playful slid her fingers down into his open palm. Both Reese and Barbara exchanged a smile before Reese closed his hand on hers. Brown and blue eyes met as the car slowed to a stop.
"By the way, I wanted to…" Barbara started.
"Destination achieved, auto drive deactivating," the computer said interrupting Barbara. Reese cursed to himself. His eyes met Barbara's again, but both were all business.
"Lock and load, Batgirl," Reese said as both heroes put their masks back on. "Ok, let's see how big a bite this go-kart has." Reese took hold of the wheel and began guiding the Batmobile into the storage lot. The car jumped forward as he put a little too much pressure on the accelerator. "Oops," he said. Batgirl let out a little giggle. The yard was a large lot with several rows of storage lockers lined up next to each other. When they pulled up to the guard house, they saw the gate was wide open and a night watchman was lying face down on the ground. The Bandit opened the canopy and leapt out of the car. He ran over to the guard just as he was coming to.
"Is he ok?" Batgirl called from her seat. The Bandit was running his hands over the guards head, checking for anything out of the ordinary. He felt a large bump on the back of his head.
"Blow to the back of the head, but he'll be ok," the Bandit said looking at Batgirl. "What happened?" the Bandit asked the guard.
"I…was making my rounds…when I heard something behind me," he began. "Before I knew it, someone hit me from behind. All I remember was the sound of metal pinging, like a coin being flipped." Batgirl and the Bandit looked at each other both thinking the same thing. The Bandit helped the guard into his booth and ran back to the Batmobile. He didn't bother to close the canopy as the vehicle raced into the lot. Within seconds they came to locker 63. The Bandit turned the car around so Batgirl was facing the structure. The door was wide open and the contents thrown about.
"We're too late," the Bandit said angrily striking the steering wheel. He hopped out of the Batmobile and began examining the garage.
"Batman, come in," Batgirl said into her earpiece.
"What is it, Batgirl?" the two heroes heard in their earpieces. "The locker's been ransacked and the guard was knocked out. He said he heard something like a coin being flipped before losing consciousness."
"It looks like Two-Face was the buyer alright, Batman," the Bandit added. There was a pause over the com link that lasted for a moment.
"Gather whatever evidence you can find, I'm two minutes away from the cave," Batman said before he ended his transmission. The Bandit made a few unsuccessful tries to get back in touch with Batman. Finally, he gave up and turned to Batgirl.
"I heard Batman wasn't big on conversation, but this is ridiculous," the Bandit said.
"He gets that way when Two-Face is involved," Batgirl responded. "I'd tell you more, but that's Batman's business." She thought about getting out of the car to help the Bandit, but stopped before she took her seatbelt off. The crooks of Gotham have eyes everywhere, and her leg was still heavily bandaged up. Revealing any injury was like putting a big target on her back. Batgirl settled for staying in the car.
The Bandit took in the whole of the small, 6x6x6 garage. One single tube light brightly lit the small room. The whole room, floor, walls, and ceiling, was painted an off-white color that magnified the light. Only a few cardboard boxes broke the bright color. The Bandit walked into the garage and opened the tossed boxes. His hopes for a clue were quickly dashed. "Nothing but clothes and some extra ammo in here," he said. The Bandit turned towards the door and walked out. He noted the floor paint had no major flaws in it, and there were no smudges or debris. "And the floor was recently painted," he added. "I don't think we are going to get much in here, if anything at all."
"Try the door," Batgirl said. The Bandit walked out and pulled the door of the small garage down by the frame. He eyed the handle of the door when it came to eye level.
"All my gear is on the bike, got dust?" he asked. Batgirl said nothing as she reached into the console of the Batmobile. She tossed the Bandit a small pouch. "Thanks," the Bandit said. He opened the case and took the small brush and powder case from the pouch and got to work. He carefully dusted the powder on the handle, but nothing came up. "They must have been wearing gloves," he finally said.
"If there are no prints on the handle, it's a good guess there won't be any inside or on the door either," Batgirl said dejectedly. The Bandit lowered the door to the ground and turned to where the padlock would be. The latch was mangled and deep scratch marks were all over the small area. Fortune smiled on the two though, a small smudge of red was on the pad latch.
"Bingo," the Bandit said with a little gusto. "We may have some blood."
"Here's the TMB kit," Batgirl said tossing another pouch to the Bandit. The Bandit caught the pouch but just stared at Batgirl.
"No wonder you can only seat two people in that thing," he said. "You got the kitchen sink in there too?" the Bandit asked. Both shared another smile while the Bandit opened the pouch and removed a swab from the kit. He gently rubbed the edge of the smudge, and squeezed a few drops of TMB onto the tip. The swab turned bright pink instantaneously, giving them a big clue. "It's blood alright," the Bandit said slide the protective plastic cap over the tip.
"Better double up the sample," Batgirl said. The Bandit nodded and took another swab from the kit. He swabbed more of the blood and snapped the protective cap over the tip. Removing a small evidence bag from his belt, the Bandit placed both swabs in the bag and placed it in his breast pocket. He packed up both kits and returned them to Batgirl in the car. Just as Batgirl returned the kits to their storage places, Batman's voice returned to the com links.
"Bandit, I'm ready to begin compiling the data."
"Ok, Batman," the Bandit began. "Can you put me on speaker or something?" Batgirl and the Bandit heard Batman press a button over the com link. Their ears were met with hollow echoes and the sound of water drops native to Batman's lair. "Computer, override security lock-outs. User zero one, authorization pi-gama-three-eight-niner." There was a brief silence before the laptop's voice was heard.
"Override, accepted."
"Did you find anything?" Batman asked.
"Black Bandit found some blood of the door, no prints or any trace." Batgirl said.
"Return to the Batcave," Batman started. "Both of you, Batman out." The Bandit walked around to the driver side and hopped into the Batmobile, Batgirl handed the Bandit a blindfold. He chuckled as the canopy hissed closed.
"What?" Batgirl asked as the Bandit took the cloth and covered his eyes with it.
"Taking me home on the first date?" the Bandit said.
"It's not my home," Batgirl retorted. "And I didn't know this was date." The Bandit just smiled as Batgirl pushed a button, bringing the Batmobile to life. "Auto drive, engage. Home."