Bruce was standing in his front yard watching Dick be wheeled away in an ambulance.

"Don't worry, he'll survive," said one of the paramedics "the wound isn't that deep." It was past 12:00 am and the paramedics, police, and press all came to Wayne manor. Alfred and Bruce had been treated for their injuries, and Freddy was on his way to prison.

"Mister Wayne," said one of the police detectives. "I'll need to interview you about what happened."

"I'd love to," said Bruce. "but I don't know what happened."

"What do you mean you don't know what happened? An intruder breaks into your house, and gets the living hell beat out of him, and you have no idea how it happened?"

"That's right officer." replied Bruce.

"What kind of game do you-"

"That's enough." interrupted a voice. The two looked up to see Commissioner Gordon standing there. "Why don't you take a break? I'll handle this from here."

The detective gave Bruce a dirty look and walked off, leaving Bruce and Gordon alone.

"Now," started Gordon who paused then lowered his voice. "You're sure you didn't see anything?"

"Commissioner I think we both know what happened here, so let's just drop it." answered Bruce.

"It was him wasn't him, wasn't it?"

"If by him you mean Batman, then yes it was him."

"So he broke the case after all." Gordon said to himself.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing, so why didn't you tell my detective what happened?"

"Well, I have an image to keep up, you see if people found out that I hide in my room and Batman came in to save me, my company's stock would decrease rapidly."

"Don't worry," said Gordon "Your secret's safe with me." Gordon then walked backed to his car.

Later at Arkham Asylum.

Freddy was sitting in a questioning room with two cops. He had a bandage on his nose and his arm in a sling.

"For the last time what is your name?" asked one of the investigators in frustration.

"And for the last time Go To Hell." Freddy said with a smile.

"This is going nowhere." said the investigator as he got up to leave. "Have Mr. John Doe escorted back to his cell."

Gordon, who was watching through the one way mirror, decided to go outside for some fresh air. He took a step outside into the dark parking lot, when he saw the Batman standing next to him.

"The guy's got no prints, no name, no nothing. He spent the last half hour heckling my men. But I assume you know who he his." said Gordon. Batman nodded.

"His name is Fred Kruger, from Springwood, Ohio, he was known as the Springwood Slasher. He killed almost twenty children just for thrills. One night a group of angry parents hunted him down and burned him to death."

"Whoa. To death? That guy is very much alive." said Gordon.

"The story doesn't stop there. Some twenty years after his death there were dozens of reports of kids being murdered in their sleep, in Springwood. Not a single trace of forensic was found, and in many cases the bodies were badly mutilated. Many victims are on record of saying that they were being terrorized by Freddy, this just days before they died."

"Ok. So are you telling me that this guy's some kind of ghost?"

"No he's something worse."

"Commissioner!" shouted a cop at the entrance of the building. Gordon looked at him, then back to see that Batman had gone. Gordon walked over to him.

"What is it?" asked Gordon.

"It's the suspect, he's dead!" replied the cop.

"What?!" shouted Gordon as he ran to Freddy's cell. A crowd of guards had gathered around the door. "Out of the way." said Gordon shoving his way through. Sure enough Freddy was hanging from the ceiling. He used his bed sheets as a noose.

"Alright." said Gordon turning to the crowd. "Let's get it cleaned up an-"

"Commissioner look." said one of the guards.

Gordon turned back around to see blood gushing out Freddy's eyes, mouth, nose and ears. The police stood in shock. The blood then started to ooze out of the pours in his badly burned skin. The blood covered his entire body, to the point you couldn't see any skin, or anything at all. Then all the blood just dropped to the floor, with no body to be found, just a bloody noose.

"Well, um…" started Gordon. "Somebody call-"

"Look!" shouted another guard. Gordon looked to see that, written blood, on the floor, were the words "Freddy's back bitches."