A/N: Sorry this took so long!

Pursuit

His lungs burned, the air in them feeling acidic. Painful as taking a breath was, though, they weren't coming fast enough. He needed to get more air in so that he could run faster, so that he could get away-

Who was he kidding? He was never going to get away - he knew that. But the fear wouldn't let him stop. The fear kept his aching feet pounding the wet concrete. The fear kept his eyes scanning wildly for an escape.

A shadow flitted across the ground in front of him; his head snapped up to look for the shape in the Gotham sky. Nothing. Damn. Never thought I'd miss the days it was just Batman...

Now, though, there were two heroes pursuing him through the night.

He kept running.


From the rooftops, he was watched by two pairs of watchful eyes. They looked at one another, the man gestured to his female companion. She nodded, then left the rooftop, leaping for an alleyway they'd driven the thug into.


Shit!

He was trapped. It was an alleyway, dank, dark and could have been anywhere in the city - he had no idea where in Gotham he was. There was a loud crash from behind him; a dumpster that had been carelessly and casually thrown across the entrance.

No way out.

He backed up, heading for the wall - scared enough to climb it using fingernails and teeth if he had to - then there was the faintest of noises from behind him.


This was almost too easy. The dumpster had been easy to move, and the noise of crunching metal had always been particularly satisfying.

The second part of their team watched with a small, wry, smile. Always showing off...


He turned with enormous eyes to look into a masked face. It loomed over him, eyes narrowed to blank, white slits. It was a face capable of anything.

More footsteps, and the form at the entrance of the alley was equally terrifying. It didn't even occur to him to try and fight. He couldn't even run anymore. At the low chuckle, he turned back to the figure in black.

"Gotcha..."

Dimly, he registered what the hot liquid seeping from between his legs was. Then he passed out.


Nicholas Wayne looked with distaste at the man now lying on the floor. "Gross."

His sister wrinkled her nose and avoided the pool of urine as she bent to cuff him. "Take him to the police," she said.

Nick picked him up by the scruff of his neck. "Meet you in an hour?"

She nodded, then melted into a corner as shadowy as her nighttime identity.

An hour later, the twins met on the roof of St Patrick's church, Sarah rotated her wrist carefully. "Bad punch," she explained in answer to her brother's concerned look.

"Happens."

They both looked down at the street as a bachelorette party walked past in a haze of giggles and drunken chatter. Nick's gaze followed them, until he got an elbow in the side.

"What?" he complained. "I'm only human."

"Man-whore," she muttered.

Then a siren wailed. Sarah put her hand up to her com-link. "Location on that?"

Their father answered from the Cave. "Fifth and Lexington. Armed robbery."

They both leapt from the church roof. The pursuit was on again.


A/N: Thought I'd give you a sneak preview of Oklahoma 3, despite the fact we're nowhere near done with 2. I couldn't reisist! Review please!