Chapter Forty-Five

Batman floored the Batmobile to 110. He needed to get to the airport as soon as possible. There was no way he was going to allow any of the gas to board those planes. He thought about warning the traffic control tower, but then thought better of it. 'No use in causing a panic,' he thought.

The Batmobile screamed through the countryside towards Gotham. He pressed a button. "Oracle…"

"I'm here, Bruce."

"Joker's going to gas the major cities. He's planning to use cargo planes fitted with some kind of gas dispersal system."

"You got this information from Harley?" Barbara asked.

"Yes," Batman replied. "She's in danger. I think they might be on to her."

"Bruce, remember your prime objective here. Stop those planes, whatever it takes."

"I plan on it. Notify the GCPD of what's about to happen."

Barbara was quiet for a few seconds. "You got it. Just don't let anything happen to Harley." 'Your child depends on it,' she said to herself.

"I won't."