*** Hey all! I'm back from spring break and I'm giving you another chapter to read! Alyce, thanks for your response. However, I will not give anything away. You can guess all you want as to how this story will turn out, but you'll have to keep reading to see if you're right or not. Well, onto the next chapter! ***

Two-Face stared in amazement at the figure that stood across the room. The Judge still stood in the doorway, for Two-Face's men were also in the room. They drew out their guns and aimed them at the Judge. Two-Face regained his composure and took a couple steps towards the Judge.

"We never knew that Harvey had an accomplice. We don't like it at all. Kill him!" ordered Two-Face to his men.

They began to fire upon the Judge. That was their mistake. The Judge ducked and threw out a couple of pairs of manacles. One pair took ahold of two men at the wrists. When the manacles magnetized, their hands were brought together. They slammed into each other, the force knocking them out cold.

The second pair of manacles wrapped themselves around a third thug. The manacles brought the thug's hands together. He looked at his hands and then looked up. The Judge had stood up again, wielding his mallet. He swung the mallet at the thug's midsection, making him double over in pain. The thug dropped to the ground, gasping for his next breath.

A fourth thug had entered the doorway that the Judge was just at. He took out a gun and pointed it towards the Judge. The Judge spun around. The thug pulled the trigger and....................


Nothing happened. The gun was split in two pieces, half of it lying on the floor, the other half still in the thug's right hand. The Judge held a sword in his right hand. With the mallet in his left, he swung it at the thug. The mallet hit the thug in the head, sending him flying out the doorway he had just walked through.

At this point, Two-Face was livid. He pulled out his twin colt .45's and started shooting. The Judge ducked behind a table. Two-Face kept pulling the trigger until he ran out of ammo. As he was doing this, he was making his way towards the front door.

Once his ammo ran out, Two-Face tried going out the front door. He couldn't though. It was locked because the bartender closed up early for the night. Two-Face cursed under his breath and grabbed a chair. By the time he was ready to hurl the chair through the glass door, the Judge had caught up to him.

"Two-Face, you are being charged with grand theft, breaking and entering, arson, and attempted murder. How do you plea?"

"Get the hell away from us!" Two-Face yelled as he swung the chair at the Judge. The Judge sliced the chair up with his sword.

Two-Face was running out of options. He managed to get away from the Judge and headed towards the bar. The bartender was hiding behind the bar, hoping that he wouldn't get killed in the process.

"Don't just sit there cowering! Give us something to kill this guy with!" spat Two-Face.

The bartender gave Two-Face a handgun that was stashed behind the counter in case someone tried to rob the place.

"Perfect."

Two-Face cocked the gun and turned around. He was met with the Judge's mallet. It crushed his face in. Both of them. With a grunt, Two-Face slumped to the ground, his back against the bar.

"Justice has been served." Then the Judge picked up Two-Face and dragged him out of the building through the back door.

The bartender warily got up from behind the counter. He assessed the situation and realized that calling the cops was the best thing for him to do. The drunken man that was at the bar also came out from behind it and looked around to see what was left of the place.

He immediately sobered up, gulped down the last of his drink and said to the bartender, "That was an entertaining evening!" He grabbed his hat and coat and walked out the back way, being careful not to run into anymore intruders.


:: Batcave ::


"Master Bruce, I think he's coming to," said Alfred.

"Shhh.....Something's going on," replied Batman.

He continued to listen to the police scanner. It was now reporting that a fight had taken place at a local bar called the Deuce Club. Batman surmised that Two-Face was a big part of it. He put back on his cowl and headed for the Batmobile.

"Master Bruce, what shall I tell the boy?"

"I'll talk to him when I get back," replied Batman.

As the Batmobile sped out of the cave, Robin strolled up to Alfred.

"Where's he going now?" Robin asked groggily.

"He went to check out a lead on Two-Face," said Alfred.



:: Deuce Club ::


Batman got out of his car and quietly walked towards the building. The police were already on the scene. Heading up the investigation was Detective Harvey Bullock. Batman sighed as he got closer, hoping to get some information out of him.

"Hello, Bullock."

"Well, well, well. If it isn't our good friend, Batman," said Harvey sarcastically.

"What happened here?" asked Batman.

"Funny, I was just going to ask you the same question," replied Bullock.

"Excuse me?"

"This whole place has got your signature all over it! One big knock-down drag-out brawl. So where's Two-Face?"

"I have no idea," replied Batman. He looked around and saw the bartender. "What's his story?"

"He says someone kidnapped Two-Face after he took down all of his men."

"Did he say how?"

"They're working on that now," said Bullock.

"Detective Bullock?" said a policeman. "Our man here says that this guy was carrying a mallet and a sword."

"Great, just what this city needs, another vigilante. Did you catch that Batman?" asked Bullock. He turned around, but no one was there.


:: Batcave ::


"That's very odd sir," said Alfred.

"Yeah, how'd old Pukeface manage to get himself captured?" asked Robin. The effects of the tranquilizer had worn off considerably by now.

"It's difficult to understand. How did Two-Face get captured by his other personality, the Judge?" said Batman, thinking aloud.

"Yes, it's quite puzzling sir," replied Alfred. "Almost a riddle of sorts."

"Could it be the Riddler?" asked Robin getting excited.

"No, it couldn't be. I saw Nygma in his cell when I visited Arkham a couple of days ago. I guess I could check it out again tomorrow night. Just to be safe."

"Don't you mean tonight, sir? It is, after all, 2:15am and past master Timothy's bedtime."

"But tomorrow's Saturday!" whined Tim. "Can't we go check it out now?"

"Alfred's right. Besides, you've had enough excitement for one night. You need to train some more."

"Aw, man!!!!!!" whined Tim again as he stomped off to bed.

"You know, master Bruce, I suggest that you take your own advice for a change."

"Sure Alfred, in a bit."


:: meanwhile ::


"There. He's tied up securely." said the Judge.

"Good, we can't have him going around town causing trouble for us. If he were loose, no one would believe that you're the Judge."

The short man that was in the bar walked towards their captive.

"I must say, he has excellent taste in artifacts."

He held up the priceless Double Dragon statue in his right hand. He admired the way it glowed under the dim light of the room. In a closet, up against the wall sat Two-Face. His nose was bleeding profusely.

"Oh, see if you can't get him fixed up. I don't want blood all over my floor," said the short man.

"Certainly," replied the Judge.


:: the next afternoon ::


Bruce was at his office going over some paperwork. He was just about done and ready to go home when his assistant walked in.

"Mr. Wayne?"

"Yes, Miss Sommers?"

"Your 4:30 appointment is here."

"I don't recall scheduling an appointment for today."

"Nonsense!" said a man in a southern accent.

He walked past the woman that was talking to Bruce.

"Mr. Kerr, you must wait until......"

"That's alright Miss Sommers, this shouldn't take too long," said Bruce a little agitated.

"That's right, it won't take long at all," said Mr. Kerr.

"Very well then, Mr. Wayne," replied Ms. Sommers.

As she walked out, a young, blonde woman in a red blazer and black dress skirt walked in.

"I have an assistant too," said Mr. Kerr in his southern drawl.

"Mr. Kerr, is it?" said Bruce.

"Oh, call me Joe. Everyone else does," replied Mr. Kerr.

"Alright, Joe. What can I do for you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," replied Mr. Kerr with a smile.