Disclaimer: I do not own batman or any of its characters

A shadowed figure walked calmly down the street. The figure stopped by a lamppost shining on the magnetic super highway. They flipped open a Zippo lighter with a she-devil on it. They reached into their pocket and pulled it out briskly this time with a then illegal cigarette. The figure tried to light the lighter, it sparked twice then lit. They started puffing away. The figure looked at the watch on their wrist; they were then prompted to calmly start running down the street. As they turned into an alley their cloak flowed and thudded into a trashcan. About thirteen seconds later something else thudded into the trashcan. It was a fiery explosion and bits of shrapnel tearing the can from the pavement. Just a few seconds later police cars rushed by. The figure jumped out of the dumpster which had shielded him from the massive explosion they then started walking away at a brisk pace through the shadows.

Another figure from atop a building was staring at the figure that was obviously a man from his view. Just as the cloaked man started to come out of the shadows, his arm was violently thrown into the brick painted building. The rest of his body followed and slammed into the wall. Looking over and witnessing the horror, the man saw a batarang had gone into the flesh of his arm. The blood was oozing out fast; he would need to go to a hospital. This thought was stopped midway by a huge punch. The injured man was thrown back into the shadows. If only Batman could get a look at his face. "C4 I believe, old school but effective" Said Batman

"DIE" shouted the other as he lunged forward with a sharp rod iron pole he found in the garbage. It easily pierced the flesh of a surprised Batman's thigh. The iron wasn't a perfect circle so Batman fell on his side with great force throwing the other off the iron. The other man coming off pulled the iron out. The iron coming out stung more than it going in. The iron was swung at Batman's head; He caught it and threw it up on top of a building.

Batman turned around and the man was gone. He was looking for a trace. He saw a foot on a ladder. He heard "ladder up" the ladder slid up. Batman used his grappling hook to get up. Just as he got up he saw the other dive headfirst into the pavement. The grotesque crippling would have been horrible to bear witness to. He was about to go check the body when he saw the bat signal in the sky. Batman ran jumped and landed on a clothes line which bounced the flipping batman into a perfect running land on another roof.

Andy was a sophomore at Liberty high school where he was waiting at the entrance for someone to give him a ride home. School was just out and Andy was waiting. Ever since his car broke down he had really had a hard time getting a ride home. He had been trying to convince his dad that he could use his motorcycle, but even when there was an emergency and city needed help he had to ride shotgun in the batmobile. Andy didn't think crashing into his own house merited his restriction of use of the motorcycle.

He started to mutter to himself.

"What are you saying" inquired a voice behind him.

Andy jumped and turned around. Behind him was standing Jessica, a girl he never talked to but he knew who she was.

"Um... what" asked Andy

" You were talking to yourself like, really loud" Stated Jessica

" Oh, yeah. I think I know you..."He said as Jessica walked away. She turned around.

" Yeah I'm locker 789, I'm like two lockers away from you" Jessica explained.

Andy asked "you wanna go out"

"Like... on a date, sure" said Jessica seriously.

The thought "that was easy" was erased from his mind when he was knocked backward by a senior playing football on the steps. He rolled about 45 steps down into the parking lot and underneath a car. There was a bumper hanging off the cars back. The engine of the car revved then roared, and Andy was dragged on the ground. He was dragged for about 7 miles before his foot got unhooked. He walked the remaining 4 on foot.

Andy walked into the mansion. Its spiral staircases were at least 350 years old, and the marble floors were beautiful blacks and whites. The floor was also recently waxed causing Andy to slip, almost breaking his tailbone. He slid across the floor into the library. The dark wood of the walls and floor was shining in the sunlight. The chairs and tables sat there making Andy sleepy. Andy walked up to bookcase and pulled a book out. Nothing happened, The book just slid out. Watson the butler (no relation to Alfred) walked by.

"Did Keith un-robin me because he hates me so much" asked Andy.

"First thing your father finds your usefulness as a sidekick almost necessary. Second thing try two books to the right" Declared Watson in a brittle British accent.

Andy pulled the book described by Watson and it opened. He went in replacing both books behind him. Andy was still kind of out of it in short, he fell down the stairs.

Keith was looking over the massive computer screen "Andy don't talk" said Keith knowing Andy wanted to ask 'what you doin' Keith explained without the question. "a man just blew up four city blocks, the explosion came from..." the computer screen was bringing up windows then they went away on a city map the screen highlighted one in red "an abandoned warehouse?" Keith seemed to ask. Keith logged onto the city newspaper/newscast archive. He searched the warehouse; it came up in only 1 article and 1 newscast. Keith read the article aloud "new newspaper manufacturing warehouse built..." he stopped there. He clicked the newscast.

"Today city officials raided an old newspaper Warehouse" Read a burly African reporter "it seems they were the main supplier of the deadly drug Venom"

"Venom was a drug this city had bad problems with during the time of the first Batman" explained Keith while the newscast continued in the background. "maybe the man is related to a person involved in the venom scandal and they didn't want anyone to know" Keith was pretty sure that was the answer. The newscast had stopped "Well whoever it was there gone, the warehouse is gone, and 43 innocents are gone" said Keith "The only weird thing is that there was no body, Blood, guts, bones no flesh" Keith continued. He then got up then left.

Two cloaked men were standing in an alley. "You got the money, I got the stuff" said one. The other simply walked up and whacked the others larynx, causing his lungs to fill with his own blood. Blood poured from his mouth making a neat puddle for him to fall in. While the one was still dying, The other reached his gloved hand into the dying mans pocket and pulled out 2 packs of cigarettes. As he was walking away he pulled off his gloves and opened the cigarettes. He pulled one out and put the pack away. He pulled out a Zippo lighter with a she-devil on it, he lit up and took a puff.

"Gotta have my pops" he chuckled.