Author's Note: Here is the next chapter of the Dalek's Gotham adventure.

In his own opinion, Oswald Cobblepot thought he was an enterprising man. Despite his lackluster physical appearance and rather unusual childhood he had risen to become a rather important information broker in Gotham City. So important that even the Bat tolerated him as long as he didn't go too far. Living in Gotham had conditioned Oswald to seeing many strange things. Men dressed as giant bats, homicidal painted clowns, living clay mutants and mutant bat ninjas. However little of that had prepared him for this.

Right as he walked into his personal office both of his bodyguards were suddenly downed by beams of red light that flashed out of nowhere. The two bodyguards slumped to the ground unconscious as Oswald suddenly turned and tried to run. A red tentacle construct grabbed the Penguin by the leg and dragged him back into the office.

Abruptly the Penguin was thrown to a chair and immediately bound by crimson bonds. The cloaked Dalek rematerialized behind Cobblepot and turned to face the back of the Penguin's head.

''I require information.'' The Dalek promptly transmitted through the ring.

The Dalek had been searching for possible information on the Manhunter signal and any who might be in league with them. To this end according to the information it had downloaded from the human information network, this human male controlled much of the information in this city, so therefore he could be bargained with. To this end the Dalek had tracked him down to his nightclub and had infiltrated the place while cloaked ,using its power ring to disable security systems were needed. It had then waited for the human called Cobblepot to come in.

''What kind of information?'' the Penguin asked. Although he was fearful for his life, information was something he could deal with.

''I need complete information on all your weapons and technology shipments in this city!'' the Dalek demanded.

''What? All of it?'' like all good information brokers the Penguin kept some information stored away from his computers in case of any hacker or technopath.

''That is correct.''

''B-but that will ruin me! I can't give everything away!'' The Penguin blubbered. The Dalek noted his elevated heartrate.

The Dalek hit him across the fact with a plunger construct.

''I can be quite imaginative. I have soundproofed the one will hear your screams.''

Eventually the Penguin spilled his guts and directed the Dalek to its non-computer files and any other piece of information that he could give after much…persuasion. The Dalek gathered its files and promptly left. It had seriously considered killing the Penguin, however the death of the information broker might attract unwarranted attraction, especially more attention from the Batman as to what happened to the Penguin.

Right now however it was sitting in the middle of an abandoned warehouse compiling and observing all of the Penguin's notes. Slowly the Dalek was seeing a pattern of usual technologies being bought and delivered by a certain crimeboss.

Black Mask. Roman Sionis. What was he doing with the Manhunters?

It decided to get more answers.

Seven miles away, in one of her safe houses, Barbara Gordon peered over a multitude of screens, each giving a treasure drove of gathered information all over the planet. Here she helped oversee a global anti-crime unit.

Understandably she was rather upset when she found out she was being hacked.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she realized someone found her signal and was breaching her files. For once, panic erupted in her heart. Was she compromised? Had someone found out about her activities? She attempted to isolate and eject the intruder from the system, but she was having a hard time doing that. Whoever was doing this was very good indeed to get past her carefully constructed firewalls and digital pitfalls.

Then almost as quickly as it came, the intruder left. Quickly checking her systems she found that only the files on Roman Sionis had been accessed and copied. Odd. The intruder had hardly been interested in the rest of the files.

What was going on?

''Ah Bruce, I would like you to meet someone. Here, this is Dave Ross, an investor from Metropolis.'' Bruce Wayne, AKA Batman plastered on a fake smile. He despised playing the part of an idiot playboy, but it was necessary for the task at hand.

Right now he was in the middle of a charity function. He would rather be out operating as Batman, but Dick, Steph and Tim already were handling most of Gotham for tonight and Damian was being forcibly sent to interact with other children his age.

Bruce looked over Ross. A fairly unremarkable man in a pressed suit, he was an investor in LexCorp and had already been making overtures to Wayne Enterprises. Bruce didn't normally handle the business side of things, that was Lucius's job.

''Welcome to Gotham Mr. Ross,'' Bruce held out a hand.

''Good to be here. I've heard many things about this town,'' Ross said, with a rather mysterious smile on his face.

''Oh, we have some trouble here and there,'' Bruce pretended to dismiss it.

Then there was the sound of gunfire and screams as Bruce obligingly hit the ground as several figures came in. They were tattooed thugs wearing crude overalls and clown masks, each one wielding an assault rifle. Quickly they moved about the crowd, hemming them in expertly with rifle butts and fists. Bruce recognized them. This was an expertly planned attack. Bruce had a sneaking feeling who planned this.

''Ladies and Gentletwits your host for the evening is here!'' the Joker gave a shit-eating grin as he stepped into the room, several more of his thugs behind him.

The Black Mask poured over his notes, compiling various ledgers and records books of this month's profit from his various illegal operations. Here were profits from his cocaine dealers, here an arms shipment and more.

A figure stepped out of the shadows.

''Who the hell is-Oh, it's you.'' Black Mask relaxed.

''We believe our presence here is compromised.'' The Manhunter unit told him.

''Really? But I thought the Bat-''

''Not the Bat, an old enemy from the stars who is responsible for our current predicament. He was able to track some of our technology as we have deduced.'' The Manhunter unit told him.

How pathetic that this is what the Manhunter race was reduced to. Hiding out on Earth and licking their wounds from the massive defeats inflicted upon them by the Dalek. Here they hid out, attempting to acquire whatever technology they could get their hands on.

''Then what to you want then?''

''Acquire the rest of the Amazo unit. We will need its technology. We have provided you with advanced weaponry but we expect you to honor your part of the bargain.''

''I'm working on it as best I can. Give me a fucking break. The security surrounding it is tight. It's taken months for me to infiltrate my best people.''

''We understand, but failure is not an option.''

''Don't worry. The arm will arrive tonight.''

The yard was a flurry of activity as Black Mask's thugs hurriedly unloaded a set of crates from the truck. This was a vitally important task and Black Mask did not tolerate failure at all. Fear was a powerful motivator.

Already the head workman gestured for yet another massive crate to be brought out of the truck. Hidden in an entire convoy of trucks, among several dozen different crates, were the body parts of an Amazo unit, acquired at great cost and effort by Black Mask's crime syndicate. Inside laid the unlocked secrets of the Justice League and all of their combined powers.

Last time Black Mask had attempted to acquire an Amazo unit, Nightwing and Batman had foiled him. Now Black Mask has learned his lesson. The Amazo unit was being shipped in four different trucks. Three of them had already arrived. This was the last.

Right now the Dalek hovered silently in the night sky, scanning the area before him. He detected twenty-nine human lifesigns below, along with what seemed to be some sort of packing crates sealed with some sort of material that prevented scanning. LuthorTech most likely, developed for use against the likes of the Justice League and the Green Lantern. However judging from the importance of those crates they were of special importance to Black Mask's crime syndicate.

Below, Tim Drake was coming much to the same conclusion. Red Robin sat in shadows, looking out through night vision goggles. He had been tracking Black Mask's operations for the past few days now and was prepared to make a move. Tim's eyes flickered over some of the weapons Black Mask's thugs were carrying. Some sort of directed energy weapons by the looks of it. Not your usual black market sidearms that most Gotham criminals carried.

Suddenly Tim spotted one thug simply fall to the ground as the rest turned around in panic, pointing up at the sky. Tim spotted strange beams come out of nowhere to carefully target each thug one by one, stunning them.

Black Mask's men opened fire with their guns, randomly filling the air with flashing green blasts that only served to impact harmlessly on the Dalek's casing as the Red Lantern's personal shields absorbed the blasts easily. Meanwhile it continued to gun down thug after thug. As it finished it promptly set down and began looking closer at the crates. It blasted one open before finding it was filled with just school textbooks. It then proceeded to move on to another one, blasting it open too.

Tim Drake dropped down as silently as he could. He then proceeded to check the bodies of one of the thugs, noting that he was still alive. Abruptly the superhero straightened up and grabbed a rock, carefully choosing his arm he hurled the rock at where he guessed the thing was. The rock struck the Dalek's casing. After a moment he Dalek decloaked and turned around, his red eyestalk seeming to glare at Tim.

''You know Batman doesn't like other vigilantes operating in his city without permission?'' Tim told him.

''I DO NOT CARE. I AM ON A PERSONAL MISSION FOR THE SAKE OF THE EARTH!'' The thing replied in a harsh voice. Tim peered to look at him closer.

''Hey, you're Metaltron right? That British superhero?''

''NO COMMENT.''

''That casing is pretty distinctive.'' Tim told him as he stepped towards a crate.

''HALT! DO NOT MOVE. THIS CRATE IS MY INVESTIGATION!'' The Dalek shrieked at him suddenly.

''Alright, hold your horses.'' Tim stopped, now suddenly cautious. The Dalek turned and created a dozen arm constructs that wretched the casings off the crates. Then he spotted some sort of arm nestled in one of the crates. The Dalek turned around and prompted leveled the gunstick at it. In a flash of light he reduced the arm to ashes.

''THE CONTRABAND HAS BEEN DESTROYED.''

''Was that an Amazo unit?'' Tim thought he had seen a glimpse of that.

''IT IS IRRELEVANT.'' The Dalek looked back at him again. ''IDENTIFY YOURSELF.''

''You're new to this whole superhero thing aren't you?'' Tim asked. The Dalek was about to reply when it's armor registered an incoming signal. Quickly the Dalek took it as an internal call in its casing.

''Master, there has been a slight complication.''

''WHAT SORT OF COMPLICATION?''

''The party I have attended has been infiltrated by the Joker and his minions. Now as you know you built me with a stealth role, not a combat role, sacrificing weapon systems in favor of additional stealth generators.''

''ELABORATE.''

''I think they plan on killing me. That might blow my cover when they discover I am an android sir.''

''I UNDERSTAND. I WILL RESCUE YOU.''

Time stared. for some reason the Dalek went silent for the past several seconds. Suddenly it lifted off and fled away into the night. He watched it disappear into the inky darkness before activating his earpiece.

''Red Robin to Oracle. I think something very strange just happened.''

Author's Note: Yes, the Dalek will meet the Batman and Joker next chapter. You can imagine how that will end.