ATTENTION READERS! I made a big boo-boo. I was reading another story when I wrote Chapter 1 and the Foreword. I just now realized my mistake and have corrected it. So please read Chapter 1 and the Foreword again before you continue.

Chapter 4

Stephanie was waiting for her husband to return. He promised to be back soon. There was a knock on the door. Sighing, the pregnant girl tried real hard to lift herself off the couch.

"Who is it?" She asked as she continued to struggle.

"It's Amanda. You ok?" Her friend asked.

"I wish I could get myself off the couch." Stephanie replied. Giving herself one more good push, she was finally able to get out of her seat.

"That was exhausting." She sighed.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just wanted to see how you were doing and to remind you that its my turn to take you out shopping." Amanda smiled.

"Shopping? For what?" Her friend asked completely confused.

"Shopping for food or anything else you need. Remember Trixie took you last week and Sportacus went the week before." Amanda said.

"Oh yeah. In a few weeks I won't be able to go so lets do it up." Stephanie smiled. Amanda smiled back and helped her friend outside. The two climbed into the 2000 Chevy Impala. It was Bessie's car since Sportacus had borrowed the Mayor's car and given Stephanie's truck to him.

"I didn't think you wanted to climb up into my truck so I borrowed this from Bessie. She's driving mine while I'm driving hers." Amanda explained.

"Everybody is playing musical vehicles today." Stephanie laughed. The two went down to the shopping center. I wonder what my husband is up to, she thought to herself. Whatever it was he would tell her later.

Bruce Wayne stepped from the jet and was met by Sportacus. The two men shook hands and got inside the Mayor's 1999 Lincoln Continental.

"I really appreciate you coming. I know that Gotham is a bit of a mess. But if this guy is as bad as he sounds I'm going to need all the help I can get." Sportacus said.

"Well I had hoped that I had gotten rid of him before. I did some research and found that Ra's Al Ghul will never completely disappear. He replenishes his body in something called the Lazarus Pit. By all accounts the man is between six and seven hundred years old. That Lazarus Pit keeps him alive as long as he has access to one. The details become very sketchy after that. We need to convince him that you are not worth his time. For some reason he has latched onto you." Bruce explained.

"I can help you with that. A branch of the League of Shadows called the banamaður Skuggi or Killer Shadows has been after me for some time. At first they sent two assassins. The first failed and the second killed my father. After that two Icelandic Interpol agents broke the ring up and captured most of the men. Apparently someone wasn't happy at all these failures and they sent four men out to get me. Those men kidnapped my wife and her friend. In the process of rescuing them my friend and I were shot. Its been quiet ever since with the exception of seeing what I think is this Ra's Al Ghul about six months ago." Sportacus said. Bruce absorbed all this information. His amazing mind was moving at a mile a minute.

"I think I have a plan that might work. When we get to your apartment, the first thing we should probably do is to set up a command post. After that, I will need some more time to think." Bruce said. Sportacus agreed with this idea. The two men rode in silence for the remainder of the short trip, both lost in thought.

Ra's had been watching all the movement around LazyTown. He had yet to see Sportacus and was again going to try to talk to him. If he could get the above-average hero to join the League of Shadows instead of destroying him, he may prove to be useful. It was then that he spotted the Lincoln Continental.

Upon spotting Bruce Wayne in the front seat next to Sportacus, Ra's' mind was made up. No longer would Sportacus be useful. He would just get in the way. The time to act was at hand. The only problem would be Bruce Wayne or Batman as he referred to his alter ego. No matter both would come to understand that no one could defeat him.

To Be Continued…