Note: Batman, his rogue's gallery, supporting cast, and all affiliating characters are owned by DC Comics which is a Time-Warner Company. For the purpose of improving my skills as a writer and for your and my entertainment I'm merely borrowing them for this mystery story.
Note 2: This is an AU fic and takes place outside of the current continuity.
BATMAN in
THE COPY BAT KILLER
By
Mimick
The Batcave…
Batman ran some smelling salts under Alfred's nose and helped him up from the floor. Despite his age, he seemed to have put up a good struggle against the killer, but it was still for naught. Robin was gone. He was kidnapped by a psychopath who was attempting to misuse the identity that Batman had carved for himself.
"Are you alright Alfred?"
"Yes Master Bruce, but I fear that I could not stop him."
"I know."
"I tried with all the strength in my body, but I could not defeat him Master Bruce."
"Did you get a good look at his face?"
"Yes, yes I did," Alfred said, "It… was you."
Batman was taken back by that.
"At least he looked exactly like you in every possible detail."
"There is an explanation for this. I'm sure of it."
"What do you think the explanation is, Master Bruce?"
"I have a vague suspicion as to what game the killer is playing. He's trying prove his superiority to me by taking out my worst enemies. Yet, at the same moment he's leaving the same clue as to his identity for me to follow."
"You think he's trying to purposely lead you into some kind of trap?"
"The mozline oil is typically used for keeping metals used in guns, bikes, and other items from rusting. All of his items are covered in the stuff which means that either he is incompetent in the way he treats his arsenal or he's doing it purposely. I personally believe in the latter given how he's managed to stay one step ahead of me."
"Wouldn't the oil make the items hard to grasp?" Alfred asked.
"Yes, that's why I believe he brushes the mozline oil on and leaves his weapons out to air dry. This way he keeps the weapons inner parts from messing up."
"You truly are the world's greatest detective sir."
"I may have discovered some of his methods so far, but I haven't discovered his identity or where he could have taken Robin."
"What about Hawkins, sir?"
"Hawkins is my only lead and I'm giving him enough rope to hang himself."
Alfred shuttered at Batman's choice of words.
"I think in the morning, I need to make a direct visit to the records room at Gotham Savings and Loan and see if I can find out just exactly how Roger Heyser figures into this."
"Good idea Master Bruce."
Warehouse district…
The killer sat Robin down the chair and made sure his bonds and gag was secure. Robin couldn't see anything because of the blind fold over his eyes, but he could here the killer going to work on something.
"Y'know kid, you're not half bad. But nothing you're like the previous Robin. He was confident, agile, fearless, and best of all. He could give me a true work out."
Robin struggled to say something, but couldn't with the gag in his mouth. The killer removed the gag and Robin let the venom fly.
"I'm nothing like the previous Robin? What the fuck? I'm busting my ass off and you have nerve to insult me. You know what. Fuck you."
The killer laughed, "Such language for such a young one. You are getting too big for your britches."
The killer slapped Robin across the face and sent him falling to floor where he laid there until the killer sat him back up and secured his gag.
"Now, you just sit there while I'm gone and maybe I'll bring you something to eat."
My Alibi…
The Penguin and the various rogues had gathered together to discuss the recent killing of Catwoman and the brutal beating of Scarecrow and attempted murder of the Joker.
"It's apparent my fellow criminal acquaintances that the Bat has finally lost his marbles. Now I don't know about you lot, but I've grown fond of my neck so I'm willing to mend fences with you lot," Penguin said.
"Agreed," Two-Face said, "Once we get rid of the bat then we can go back to hating each other."
"Whut are we going to do about the bat?" Killer Croc asked.
"Leave that to brains to figure out Croc. Your expertise will come of use later," Penguin replied.
"Are U sayin' I'm stupid?"
Croc rose out of his chair with a look of anger on his face and Penguin didn't know how to reply. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed Croc and slammed him head first through the table. The criminals that were gathered around the table had back away as Croc was driven through. When they looked up to see who did it. They saw Catman with a dark and determined look on his face.
"You won't have to worry about the Batman. I will take care of him."
Catman passed the villains with his cape fluttering behind him. Where he dared to venture was a place that few of Batman's foes dared to go.
Gotham Savings and Loan…
Wearing a casual suit and a pair of shades, Bruce Wayne strolled into the records room of the Gotham Savings and Loan. Inside Brittanie was organizing the files in a nice and neat order.
"Brittanie."
"Ah, Mister Wayne, What can I do for you?"
"I want to look at Mr. Heyser's account."
"Why's that?"
"As the president of the board, Brittanie, that is my business."
"Yes sir. Sorry Sir."
Brittanie pulled out the file and handed it to Wayne and he looked through it. He saw that even after Heyser's death. Funds were being transferred to and from his account. He checked to see if Heyser listed a beneficiary who could sign for the release and deposit of Heyser's funds, but didn't find a name listed.
"Brittanie, why is it that Heyser's account still open if he didn't list a beneficiary?"
"I don't know Mister Wayne."
"I want you to tell the bank manager to close this account immediately and then I want to see him as soon as I have in opening in my schedule."
"Yes sir."
Wayne turned on his heel and strode of the building towards his Porsche. Once he got in and pulled out of the parking spot. He pressed a stud that activated a small monitor were the glove box should be reveled itself. A bat emblem appeared on it and then Alfred's face.
"Yes, Master Bruce?"
"Alfred, I think this murder mystery goes deeper then I thought. Some one has been accessing Heyser's account and he has no listed beneficiary."
"My word, do you have any inkling as to who it could possibly be?"
"I have a hunch, but nothing conclusive. Any new police reports on the murderer?"
"Nothing as of yet sir, but I will keep my eyes and ears opened."
"I think I'll pay a visit to Hawkins again and see if the murderer has made any purchases."
"Very well sir. I packed an emergency bat-gear supply incase you needed to suit up in a hurry," Alfred said.
"Thanks Alfred, Batman out."
Bruce pulled his Porsche into a dark alley and as the sun started to lower he activated the concealed compartment where his emergency bat-suit was. All it took was a matter of five minutes to slip into the form fitting suit and pack away his casual attire. He then reached under the dash and pressed a second hidden stud which activated the Porsche's electro-static color change plating.
Now ready for action he got into his Porsche which now had all of the appearance of a batmobile and drove into the night.
Dixon Docks…
Catman examined the murder scene using his impressive tracking skills and after a through look of the deck. He jumped down onto the dock and climbed aboard his catcycle where he revved off into the night.
Hawkins Gun Shop…
The copy cat held Hawkins by his ankle over the edge of the roof and a sinister smile crossed his face. He enjoyed listening to Hawkins scream as he let him dangle over the edge.
"Having fun yet?"
"N-no," Hawkins whimpered, "Please don't drop me."
"Why would I do that?"
"Why would you," Batman said as he landed behind the copy cat.
"Oh mah god I'm seein' double."
"You were seeing double," The copy cat said he dropped Hawkins.
Batman raced to catch Hawkins before he fell to his certain death, but the copy cat got into his path. The dark knight tried to get past his evil twin to no avail.
"You just killed a man and for what? What is it you're seeking by wearing my face?"
"I don't know honestly. I just walk up one day and thought to myself, hey; maybe I should become a copy cat and start killing criminals."
"I'm not going to let you leave here," Batman said."
"You can attempt to stop me, but I know all of your moves."
Batman threw a punch and the copy cat caught and twisted his wrist. Batman kicked the copy cat behind the knee which sent the killer on his back. The copy cat hand sprung to his feet and the two dark knights began attacking each other with a series of with their unique brand of tricks.
For every blow they landed upon each other. There was a violent response. Neither one of them gave a sign of giving in even when they heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
"Don't you think you should be leaving?" the copy cat said as he had Batman's arms crossed in front of him with his foot placed in the dark knight's stomach.
"Not until you're in jail."
Batman jerked the copy cat forward as he side stepped the killer's placed foot and locked the villain in a sleeper hold. The copy cat struggled to get himself loose when the GCPD started budging the roof access nearby. A well placed trip allowed the copy cat to fall on Batman and knock the wind out of him. After a few strong kicks Batman was left prone as the killer leapt off the roof.
As soon as the GCPD burst upon the scene, Batman was getting to his feet.
"Hold it right there."
"I don't have time for this," Batman said.
"Well, you will be having a lot of time thinking about you've done in Blackgate."
Batman drew a concealed flash bang and tossed it in the cop's faces. Blinded by the light both of the officer's fired wildly as Batman leapt from the roof. When the dark knight made it to the batmobile, he gripped his arm which was bleeding. Apparently one of the bullets punched through the thin layering and grazed his arm.
As Batman got into the Porsche and shut the door. He activated the distress signal to alert Alfred he would be coming in injured. He then hazily pulled the Porsche out of the alley way and made his way home.