Night fell on the city once again. Jervis Tetch was busy fixing the door that the Joker blew off the night before. As he was doing it, the television that was turned onto the news told its latest story.

"Hello Gotham. This is the evening news with Jack Ryder. We are continuing with our breaking news from last night about the explosion at the Iceberg Lounge. This trendy club is one of Gotham's hot spots not only for the elite of Gotham, but also some of the worst of Gotham.

There has been much speculation about what caused the explosion in the first place. For the real story though, we're going live to the Iceberg Lounge itself where Summer Gleason is standing by. Summer?"

"Thanks, Jack. I'm standing in front of the classy club known as the Iceberg Lounge. I am here with the owner of this club, the Pen...Oswald Cobblepot. Mr. Cobblepot, what happened last night?"

"Well, contrary to all rumors, we simply had an electrical fire in the kitchen. The blast had destroyed the entire kitchen before it was brought under control. Thankfully, it was after hours and nobody was hurt. I am working on getting the renovations done as quickly as possible, so that we can be open for business once again. That is all I have to say at this time."

"Thank you, Mr. Cobblepot. Jack, back to you."

"In other news,"

Jervis shook his head in dismay. He was there. He was a little surprised at how quickly the Penguin was moving to get things back in pristine condition. He was beginning to wonder where the Penguin was getting his money from.

He finally finished the door and was getting ready to close it when the Judge walked up to the door. Once again, Jervis's mood turned to anger.

"Where in the hell were you??? I had the Joker breathing down my neck by the time you left! You said you were going to help me out!!!"

"I was detained at the time. I couldn't come to make plans."

"Well, that's too bad! He showed up, demanding those blasted microchips again! I had to give them to him, because you weren't around to cover for me like you said you would!"

"The Joker was here?"

"Yeah, last night about a half hour after you left."

"Once again, I apologize. Did he say anything about where he was going or if he was coming back?"

"Yes, he did say that he would come back for more, but you blew your chance! I don't want to have anything to do with you! Now get out of here!"

"Very well then, Hatter. I'll go. But be warned. If the Joker isn't stopped in time, I may have to judge you as an accessory to his crimes."

"Wonderful. Something else to look forward to," huffed Tetch.

As he watched the Judge leave, an idea sprang into his head. Nah, he thought. It's too crazy of an idea to work. On the other hand, isn't crazy what I am? Hmmm...........


::at the Deuce club::


Once again the Judge walks into the office from the back. He takes off the robe and mask to reveal his true self, Two-Face.

As he sits down at his desk, he presses a button. Within minutes, his gang is assembled in the office area. He looks over some files about the museum and then looks up.

"Well, boys, I think we're ready to go ahead with this plan," said Two-Face.

"What about the Bat?" asked one of his men.

"We've got something in mind for him," replied Two-Face.


:: on the rooftop ::


"So, are we going yet?" asked Robin getting a little impatient after watching an old house for about an hour.

Batman was looking at the house that Ollie ran into the night before. He watched the house through a pair of binoculars when he got the answer that he was waiting for.

"Now," Batman replied as he took out his grappling hook and shot it towards the house. Robin followed, pulling out his grappling hook and firing it in the same way that Batman had just done.

Once the two were on the roof of the old house, they searched around to find a way inside. Apparently, they had no choice but to go through either the front or back doors, or a window. Batman, of course, optioned for the window. He charged through with a loud crash. Robin again followed him inside.

They had entered the building and were immediately fired upon. Batman and Robin instinctively ducked, Batman throwing a Batarang as he went down. The Batarang connected, knocking out the gun-toter. Another kid raced past the fallen person. Batman chased him down, only to find out that it was the same kid who was at the Mad Hatter's apartment the night before.

"Oh god, no," whimpered Ollie. He was shaking in fear, worried what the Batman might do to him.

"Why were you at that apartment last night?" asked Batman.

"I---I---I---" Ollie stammered.

"Spit it out, I haven't got all night," Batman said through gritted teeth. He slammed his hand against the wall for extra emphasis.

Ollie gulped hard. "I don't know how I got there, I swear!!! I was in the park, and suddenly, I'm at this guy's apartment with an enormous bruise and a massive headache."

"Which park?" asked Batman.

"Wonderland Park."

"What were you doing there?"

"Uhhhh......nothing, I swear!"

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me everything?"

"That's all I know! Honest!!!"

"I'll be back."

With that, Batman went out the same way he came in. Robin looked at Ollie again with a confused look. Ollie, even though he was perspiring from having such an intense meeting with the Batman, sneered back at Robin. Robin took that look offensively and started walking towards Ollie. He was just about to show him a thing or two, when Batman called him. Reluctantly, he turned and followed his mentor.

As they headed towards the Batmobile that was parked a few blocks away, Robin started to ask some questions of his own.

"What was that all about? What did you figure out?"

"I think it was very odd that he said he was at Wonderland Park and then turns up at Tetch's apartment next."

"Why's that?"

"Wonderland Park was the first hideout of the Mad Hatter's. He used that place to hold hostages there. The entire park is based on the Alice in Wonderland stories. I think that we need to go there to find out what really happened."

"Oh......cool!"

As Batman turned the ignition on, a beeping noise was heard.

"Looks like our little research party will have to wait. There's a break-in at Gotham Art Museum."

The Batmobile raced off into the night towards the museum.

As Ollie looked out of the window, he saw a cab pull up to the house. For some reason, he was compelled to see who had come to this house.

When he went outside, the cab's back door opened.

"Get in," a voice said.

Again, for some strange reason, Ollie felt compelled to obey the command. Ollie got in the cab and was whisked away to another set of problems.


::Gotham Art Museum::


Inside, there were a few of Two-Face's thugs taking care of the two guards. They had probably tripped a silent alarm on the way, so they knew that they had to work fast. In the center of the grand room was the prize that Two-Face had wanted so badly.

The Double Dragon statue. An artist in Japan had sculpted this little statue. The bottom dragon was carved out of pure ivory. Its teeth were bared towards the top dragon. The top dragon was carved out of onyx. Both dragons were turned towards each other so that it resembled the Yin-Yang symbol. It was a priceless piece of art, and would make a fine addition for the Deuce Club. It fitted Two-Face's personalities well.

The statue, however, wasn't enough for Two-Face. He had to have something that he could get only from Batman. Revenge.

"Is everything ready?" asked Two-Face over the walkie talkie.

"Yeah, boss. We've taken care of the museum."

"Is he here yet?"

"No, not yet. Wait! I think I see them coming!"

Outside, a couple of blocks away, one of Two-Face's thugs was looking through a pair of binoculars. He saw the Batmobile race towards the building. He watched Batman and Robin get out of the car.

"It looks like he's got some company too."

"Which one is it?" replied Two-Face.

"Robin."

"Get ready then."

"He's ready to go."

A second thug was on the rooftops. He was looking through the scope of a rifle. He aimed the gun at Robin and prepared to fire.

"Stay here, Robin. Provide back-up if I need it," said Batman.

"Okay," replied the boy wonder.

As Batman crashed through a skylight, the thug fired his gun. Robin fell to the ground.

"All done up here, Two-Face. He's all yours."

"Excellent. Bring the car around," Two-Face replied. "Batman!" he said as Batman dropped in on them.

"Two-Face. I should have known that you'd come for this," Batman replied.

"Well, it was something we just couldn't resist."

The thugs ran to the door, instead of attacking Batman. Two-Face, however, just stood there, the statue in his hand. Batman thought that this was really strange and got into a defensive position. He was ready for anything. Anything except what Two-Face was up to. He brought his other hand out from behind his back. In it was some sort of remote.

"Know what this is, Batman?" asked Two-Face. Not getting a response from Batman, he continued. "It's a remote control for explosives. They are of course somewhere within this building. We pressed the button when you crashed through the ceiling. If you're smart, and we all know that you are, you'll get out of here. By the way, your little bird is unconscious."

After Two-Face said that, Batman grabbed his grappling hook and went out the same way he came in.

"Rest in pieces, Batman!!" Two-Face shouted out. "Preferably two of them!!! Heh heh heh." Two-Face then turned and left the building as well.

On the rooftop, Batman rushed over to Robin and checked his pulse. Robin had one, he really was just unconscious. Batman picked him up.

Two-Face jumped in the car. The driver immediately stepped on the gas, jerking the car forward and racing off to the Deuce Club. Two-Face got out his stopwatch and counted the very short time that was left for the explosives.

"Two......One......Boom!" as a loud rumble was heard behind them.
Two-Face grinned to himself as the light of the blaze shone behind him.