Chapter Thirty-Five

Bruce Wayne's Lamborghini pulled up at the apartment building Pamela Isley resided in. He remembered the place from their previous encounter. Walking up three flights of stairs, he paused at room 306 and knocked.

There was no answer. He tried the doorknob and the door opened with ease. 'Hmm,' he thought, 'something amiss here.'

Taking a mini scanner from his pocket, he surveyed the room. Signs of a scuffle appeared on the floor, and a gunshot impact revealed itself in the plaster wall next to the fireplace. He also noticed that someone had appeared to have been violently thrown across the room. All the plants were dead as well. He dug the bullet from the plaster.

Pressing a button on his watch caused a holographic screen to appear. "Alfred," he said. "I'm sending you a scan of a bullet fragment from Ivy's apartment. See if you can narrow it down to a shooter."

"Right away, Sir," Alfred replied. "I take it Miss Isley isn't present?"

"No, she isn't. There seems to have been an altercation here."

"Well, if intuition means anything," Alfred said, "we at least know you're on the right trail. The bullet comes from a weapon only used by the Joker. It's his signature ammunition. No biologicals present."

"That's very revealing. Then my hunch to Commissioner Gordon was correct," Bruce replied. "The Joker has Poison Ivy. She's innocent in this, definitely being forced to do Joker's bidding." He looked around the room. "I'll have to coordinate with the GCPD to make sure she isn't harmed." He picked up several potted plants. "I'm going to bring her plants back to the Bat Cave and see if there's anything to do to reincarnate them."

"Right, I'll prepare the greenhouse," Alfred said, and signed off.