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Golden Bat – Chapter Eleven

"You cannot fight it, Wayne," said Damian Alvey, a flicker of a smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "We can rule the world with this technology. Now we can create these nano-droids in their millions, we can program them to wipe out individuals or entire countries if we so please! They have no feelings, they can not be stopped and they are completely programmable."

Bruce was unable to breathe. His vision was becoming clouded with black dots.

"How does it feel, Wayne? To know that your company has created a new world! A world without weakness, starvation or disease. A world run by an organisation with strong leaders?" He grabbed hold of Bruce's chin and looked into his eyes with a strange fanatical look. "A shame you won't be here to see it!"

Bruce grabbed hold of the table lamp, smashed the bulb and jabbed the live connection to his own chest.

"Aaaahhiieee!" screamed Alvey as the current travelled through Bruce to him. He was thrown off Bruce Wayne who was shaking and convulsing with electricity. Tendrils of blue electricity were flickering over the still body of Bruce Wayne…

James Bond used a skeleton key to open the generator room. He looked at his watch. Now was as good a time as any. He glanced over the settings on the generator and immediately took in the important facts. He opened up a small cabinet on the left and pulled down a small lever. The generator stopped making a noise and all over the building the power went out.
As soon as the power went Catwoman leapt into action. The five gun turrets stopped moving and Catwoman threw some small plastic charges at two of the five. Three guards next to the elevator didn't see what hit them as she used her whip to trip one of them up and kicked the second one in the chin. The third one had just enough time to aim his gun in her direction when an elbow caught him in the throat. There were three more gun turrets to disable and four more guards came running towards her…
In the darkened generator room a cigarette lighter fizzled into view casting light on a clownish, almost wraithlike face.

"Well, well, you must be the British agent."

"You must be the Joker."

"Yes, the smile is a dead giveaway, isn't it?"

Bond shot a tranquilliser dart at the Joker, which just missed.

"Tetchy, aren't we." The Joker kicked out at Bond, which in the half-light connected with Bond's stomach and made him drop the tranquillizer gun. The gun skittered under the generator. "We need some light on the situation…" The Joker pulled the power switch back up, bathing the generator room in light and restoring power to the building.

Two of the gun turrets blew up as the plastic explosive Selina had thrown at them exploded. Bit of hot metal and shrapnel rained down on the fight below. Four guards surrounded Catwoman but they were heavy and slow and compared with her seemed to be moving through mud. A baseball bat connected with her body but she used the extra momentum it gave her to scissor kick a guard under the chin. Using her whip she wound it round a guard and dragged him towards her.

"Hit a girl would you?" she said, and gave him a mouth that would give a dentist enough money to get a holiday in Bermuda.

One of the thugs, old and scarred and veteran of a hundred bar room brawls, and winner of them all, tried to kick her in the knee to bring her down. She somehow twisted herself past this and kicked him viciously in the crotch while simultaneously elbowing him in the face, breaking his nose. With a high pitched scream he fell to the floor and gave the remaining gun turrets the target they were looking for.

The generator room was suddenly bathed in light and Bond rolled on the floor, narrowly avoiding the Joker shooting at him. Bond hid behind the generator as the Joker loosed off shot after shot at him.

"Please come out and play?"

The bullets bounced off the metal generator, creating huge sparks. Several of them bounced off the walls and even made the Joker jump, although he giggled at each of them. "Come out, come out wherever you are! I've got something that will bring a smile to your face." He threw a gas grenade behind the generator and laughed manically. Bond looked down in shock as a green gas poured out of the grenade at his feet.

Catwoman cartwheeled along the floor, the bullets following her path. The concrete floor behind her disintegrated and cracked under the onslaught. She could not get to the elevator because the entire metal wall was electrified. The gun turrets were getting closer to her and she was getting tired. She had been winded in the fight and was starting to slow down…
The Joker was laughing manically. The whole room was filled with green gas. Just a mouthful of the gas would give anyone a playing card smile and a body only a coroner could love. He had spent months building up immunity to it by giving it to himself in small doses. A form appeared through the gas.

"That's impossible! Ooof!" Bond punched the Joker in the stomach and kneed him in the chin. He was wearing a small re-breather that filtered the toxins out of the air. He held the Joker up with hand and switched off the power again with the other.

"Come on Joker, give me a smile!"

Bruce Wayne shakily got to his feet. He was feeling pretty weak and groggy. Damian Alvey had been knocked out by the power surge. He checked Alvey's pulse. He was alive, just. He used Alvey's own tie to bind his hands behind his back. He had to hope that the surge of electricity through his body had knocked out the nano-droids in his body. He breathed deeply. He was able to breathe without too much pain. He looked at his reflection in the glass table. His skin was as white as snow but not bloodshot, which it had been.

He felt his strength returning as he got to his feet. He got a communicator out of his pocket. "Bond, this is Wayne, what's going on?"

"I've just run into the Joker. You okay there?"

"I've been better. Catwoman, have you disabled the security?"

There was the distant sound of explosions. "The last gun turret is gone, honey, and the guards are catching up on their beauty sleep and believe me they need it."

"Good, we'll meet up at the elevator."

"Are you okay, you sound different?"

"I'm fine," he said in a husky voice. "Just go! Go!"

Bruce walked out of the office. He did not feel like running at the moment. He passed the bodies of several guards in the corridor, all with a tranquillizer dart in the forehead. He leaned against the wall. The room was beginning to spin. He controlled his nausea and carried on walking past the office section and into the main warehouse. Catwoman and Bond were waiting in the elevator. With a humming sound power returned to the complex. The electrified wall and elevator fizzled out as Catwoman disabled the power to that section.

Catwoman ran up to Bruce. "You don't look well. What happened?"

"They are using nano-droids to kill people. They are using the uranium in the nuclear warheads to build millions of them. We have to stop them."

Bond stood in the lift. "Are you going down with me?" he asked Selina. She arched her eyebrows at this and pressed the down button in the elevator.

Bruce leaned against the elevator wall, closing his eyes to try and control the nausea he felt. He concentrated, using Kuji Myo Himitsu Shaku or the Secret Knowledge of Inner Strength. He tapped into his dormant spiritual power and felt a great strength pour through his damaged body. His face returned to a normal colour and his spine straightened as he stood up properly again. He opened his eyes and instead of looking old and bloodshot they looked at the world through his piercing clear blue eyes again.

"Impressive," said Bond, looking at Wayne. "I've only seen one person I know do that and he was a warrior mystic in Japan. What's a playboy like you doing with a trick like that?"

"You pick up a lot in Gotham."

"Nonsense. And that kick you performed in the revolving restaurant earlier. That was a tae kwon doe kick. The last person I saw use that was a fifth dan in the art. True, I strangled him with his own black belt after he tried to use it on me. The only other person I've seen use such a wide mix of skills was the Batman."

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is stopping the Joker and Blofeld."

"The Joker is currently chained to a generator. If he so much as twitches he will get fried. That should wipe the smile from his face."

The lift carried on dropping into the earth. One hundred feet. Two hundred feet. Three hundred feet. Eventually with a squealing of brakes it juddered to a halt far beneath the surface of Gotham.

With a ping sound the lift opened. Cautiously Bond, Wayne and Selina edged out. They were in the middle of a huge white modern looking complex. Behind them was a huge circular tube of a particle accelerator. Using the immense magnetic fields and the controlled particles from the uranium from the nuclear warheads they were making tens of thousands of nano-droids every second. In the middle of the vast room was a huge glass tower that was seething with so many nano-droids it seemed to be alive. The grey mass was pulsing and changing shape every second. Several hundred technicians dressed in white lab coats were studying computer terminals and controlling the output. On walk ways above them were about a dozen guards. All with machine guns and watchful glances.

In front of them was Blofeld, with Jaws standing watch over him. Bond instantly fired two tranquilliser darts at the two. A glass wall hissed up between them and the darts fell useless to the ground.

"As predictable as ever, Bond," hissed Blofeld. "You are one of the few lucky people to see the dawn of a new human empire. For the first time I have a controllable weapon. It is not clumsy or destructive like a nuclear weapon or indiscriminate like a plague, but totally controllable. I can send these nano-droids to wipe out a city, to purge a country or just to kill a president or prime minister. The world spends too long bickering over politics, fighting over worthless land or arguing over food mountains while whole countries starve. When people start dying, when cities start disintegrating, people will look for a saviour. I will rule a united planet, not a disparate group of rogue nations. For once…"

"My bullet missed your throat last time," said Bond. "Next time you will not be so lucky."

"You are one of the chosen few Mr Bond. You will be one of the first victims of a new super race of billions of nano-droids we have created here." Blofeld pressed a button on a keyboard in front of him. A small panel opened up in the glass tower above him and the nano-droids drifted towards them, as light as smoke and as dangerous as nuclear wind.

A technician screamed as he was caught in the nano droids. By the time he hit the ground there was nothing left but bones…