Well at least he had gotten what he needed. But now the police would be looking for him and knowing that policeman, Gordon, he'd probably send out Batman. Quickly and quietly he found an exit, which wasn't being guarded by the police. In no time he was roaming the streets again, where would he hideout? It wouldn't be safe to go back home. Knowing the police, they would search everywhere.
The warehouses down by the docks would be a good start. Nobody ever went down there besides the people working...well used to be working with Carmine Valcone. But now since Valcone was in Arkham Asylum, probably nobody would be hanging around there including Batman. Every once and awhile he'd look around to make sure he wasn't being followed. If he was being followed the person was doing a good job of sneaking around.
The docks were quiet when he got there. It was dimly lit and the cold air smelt of salt water. He was glad he still had that jacket on now although it was annoying at times. The lights seemed to flicker at times; wow this was a creepy place. But it was a good hideout, it was secluded and it had that creepy aura to it. The only things that seemed to be around were the rats; well at least he'd have some company. Walking into one of the warehouses, he looked around to see almost nothing except crates. There would be a lot of places to hide in here and it would be a good distraction. Smiling he toured the warehouse and finally decided it was the perfect place to have a hideout. Of course it needed some maintenance but that was a given.
Here he would be completely alone…all alone. But that was the price of being a villain. He had always been alone. Nobody was ever there even when he was a kid. There was never anybody to talk to, never anybody to just hang out with. Sitting down on one of the crates, he looked around…guess this was the life he was going to lead now.