Hey, everybody reading this, hi. I am here right now to promote a friend of mine, TheLegacy1234. They're a pretty great writer, and you should check them out.

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On a separate note, I started this series drawing inspiration from Batman: The Animated Series, and it has occured to me that it's better to keep it shorter than the others, as the type of storytelling in here is better suited for a shorter story rather than one as long as the Spider-Man ones. So, this story is going to end up rather short, but I don't think it's going to be bad.

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Batman sat in front of the Batcomputer the next night, looking at the knife for a bit before setting it down to be scanned. There had to be some sort of DNA on it. The orange and black man seemed too smart and experienced to leave any on his knife, but this man seemed to be less so.

It scanned, and no results were found.

He sighed. Maybe the Red Hood was smarter than he thought.

"Computer," he said, "show me a map of all Wayne Enterprises warehouses in Gotham."

A map was displayed on the screen, and he said "Mark the ones that have been robbed."

The robbed ones turned red, and he decided to check out the other ones that were untouched.

Suddenly, he noticed something. He grabbed the mouse and made a line connecting all of the warehouses that had been broken into. He made a few spaces, and the result was an image that looked somewhat like an almost complete smiley face.

That was one mystery solved. Now to check out another one.

"Computer, bring up everything you have on the Red Hood."

Several images and newspaper articles came up. The images were mostly just blurry pictures of him. The articles were talking about the murders and crimes he commited. He had built up quite the resume. Several people were accused of being him, but a name that came up frequently was Paul Rogers.

He looked into it even further and found that Paul Rogers was an owner of a chemical company along with his partners, Vincent Lambert, Steve Crane, and Alfred Stryker.

Batman put his band to his chin. "Being in charge of a chemical plant, he could easily be providing the chemicals Red Hood and the man … "

He got up and went into the Batmobile. He was going to pay Paul Rogers a visit.

He zoomed out of the Batcave and drove until he was at a road that led to a manor not unlike his own. He parked hidden in some trees. He didn't need any unwanted attention.

He entered the manor through a window and saw Paul Rogers sitting next to a fireplace, his eyes on a book.

"Paul Rogers," Batman said from the shadows. Rogers jumped a bit, dropping his book and looking around.

"What? Who said that?"

Batman stepped out from the shadows, and into the orange light emanating from the fireplace. "What do you know about the man who calls himself the Red Hood?"

Rogers' eyes widened. "Y - You're that Batman everyone's been talking about!"

His hand went to the phone, and Batman threw a batarang at it. Rogers looked at him fearfully and sat back on his chair.

Batman walked closer. "You didn't answer my question."

"I - I don't know anything! I've only heard rumors about him!"

He was going to say something else, but suddenly, there was a bang, and he was dead. Batman turned around and saw the Red Hood standing at the open window, a gun in his hand. He turned to Batman. "Oh! Batman! Fancy seeing you here!"

Batman ran at him, and he ran. Batman leapt out of the window, and he didn't see anyone or anything.

"Tranquilizer!" he heard the Red Hood say. Batman looked up and saw the Red Hood on the roof, holding out his hand. His henchmen were with him.

"Oh!" said one, realizing what he was asking for. He pulled out a needle and the Red Hood took it, loading it into a gun.

Batman shot his grappling gun and was pulled up onto the roof. He threw his leg around, tripping the gang, and grabbed the Red Hood. "What are you planning?"

"Well, right now, my plan is to knock you out."

Suddenly, Batman felt a needle hit him, and he fell to the ground. Then, nothing.

Oh boy.

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