The following morning Kim woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring from the Kimmunicator and quickly silenced it and shoved her face into her pillow. She was sore from the evening prior, and her body wanted nothing more than to sleep in the guest bedroom. Aunt Caryl let both her and Ron stay at her apartment since they got back from Blackgate close to 2:30 in the morning. While Kim slept in the guest bedroom next to the master bedroom, Ron had slept on the couch. He practically passed out when he laid down and was still in the same outfit as last night. She heard Aunt Caryl getting up as well in the shower and decided it was time to get up too. She rose and rubbed her head and noticed that for the first time they were in Gotham, the sun was out, its rays of light shining through the curtains. It was 9:34 A.M. now. She threw on her signature PJ's she brought with her and prepared to walk out the room until the Kimmunicator rang. She rushed over towards it and Wade had soon connected. Kim was about to say something but remembered the attitude that she had with him from last night.

"Hey Wade, Look before you start I just wanna say I'm sorry for my attitude last night." She said sheepishly.

"Morning Kim and that is alright. I also got your message late last night, and after I woke up I got to do some more digging for you," he said.

"Awesome, what did you find?" Kim asked Wade and followed with a worrisome grin as if he was hiding something.

"Oh no, more bad news?" she asked, annoyed.

Wade just typed up on his computer and showed images of who the Penguin was. He was short, maybe was even as short as Professor Dementor with a chubby physique, had an elongated nose, and was wearing a black overcoat with fur around both the neckline and at the wrists. He also wore a large top hat and monocle on his left eye and a large cigarette holder that was popular in the 1920s that was hanging from his lips. The man certainly looked like a bad guy but the images told a different story. He was shaking hands with people going into a nightclub, even taking promotional photos of the site. There was a massive iceberg behind him in one photo there was exotic arctic life like penguins and seals. Some couples were even throwing fish at animals.

"This is Oswald Cobblepot, He is the heir to the Cobblepot fortune and runs the Iceberg Lounge in Gotham's Entertainment District and it is one of the hottest nightclubs in the city. On the surface he is a simple nightclub owner who enjoys the finer things in life, However, Oswald is also referred to as The Penguin. A more refined crime-lord who treats crime more like an art than an actual business like Black Mask does. So he is a master at White Collar Crime to keep him looking innocent to the public. He is rarely seen doing any sort of crime and is mostly at the Lounge. While there have been times where he could have been behind bars, he has an exceptional team of lawyers who have convinced the jury innocent each time."

"Great… And what about Batman?" Kim asked.

"That's the frustrating thing, I found nothing. I can't find any hard evidence like police records, online videos, or even poor resolution photo's to enhance. The only things that come close to mentioning him are wacky conspiracy theories and online forums discussing if or if not the Batman is even real-"

"Of course he is real, he is the reason why I feel like I got run over by a semi-truck!" Kim interjected, clenching her fist and teeth. There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Kim, come out to the living room, quickly." Aunt Caryl called. Kim noticed that Aunt Caryl must have taken a fast shower and was now headed towards the living room. Kim just sighed.

"I'll have to call you back Wade," Kim said, ending the transmission.

She rushed out to the living room where Aunt Caryl and Ron were sitting on the couch in front of her television. It was tunned in on a news channel broadcast by the Gotham News Network or 'GNN'. It was just finishing a report about a small robbery being stopped by the GCPD late in the evening. Unbeknownst to Kim & Ron, Cpt. Gordon had discussed with Aunt Caryl how they would break the news. Gordon suggested that he would just come out to the public, let them know about the 'Suicide' before any confusion 'misinformation' got out. Aunt Caryl didn't necessarily agree, but the more she thought about it the more it made sense. No one needed to be poking around at the crime scene where Batman was the murderer. The GNN then began to flash the animation of 'LIVE' across the screen. Kim sat between them and leaned forward with her elbows to her knees eyeing the screen with total concentration.

"We are coming to you, Live in front of the Gotham City Police Department building where Capt. James Gordon is addressing a pressing matter concerning that of Police Commissioner Gillian Loeb."

The T.V. then turned to Cpt. Gordon and Det. Bullock who both were standing at a podium with a photo of Loeb that was the size of Cpt. Gordon's torso to their left. Fake roses and bouquets were put on display, the same set of flowers that were used for any police officers passing. He held his hands out to either side of the podium as he looked down at his notes for his speech to the public. Camera flashes were coming from every one of the paparazzi that were watching his every move. Gordon was not a very good liar admittingly, but he had to be for this particular moment. He looked up to the camera's pushing his thick glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he finally began to try and lie to millions. Kim and Caryl were hoping Ron's idea would work, and Ron himself was begging for it to work as well.

"It is with a heavy heart that I have to report that our Police Commissioner, Gillian B. Loeb… took his own life late last night while in his office at Blackgate," There was a pause followed by a much higher rate of camera flashes and a few 'gasps' and other reactions of shock.

"When I heard the gunshot, I had thought someone had broken out of their cell and an officer had to resort to violence to contain a criminal, as I was checking every room, I and my fellow associate Detective Bullock, had found Commissioner Loeb, dead on the ground with a gun in his hand, and a hole through his head. After searching the scene, we found no note or anything that constituted a final goodbye to this world. Gillian may not have been a pleasant man at times, but he was efficient, dedicated to his work, and was a cop who did everything he could by the book," Gordon knew that was a lie.

"His career certainly proves that. A ceremony will be held in his honor at a future date and details will be decided within the next few days." Gordon finished.

Reporters began to shower him with questions as camera flashes were everywhere as if they were the Waynes themselves. It may not look it but Gordon's heart rate was through the roof and Bullock was only eyeing him and not helping the situation. He just kept mentally praying that the situation would wrap itself up, the press would have a few pictures, pack up their cameras and microphones, and head on back to their stations. Sadly, that's not exactly what they were there for. Questions started flooding in.

"Captain Gordon! With Loeb now gone, who will run the GCPD?" A female reporter asked with the cameras all pointed to him.

Kim, Ron, and Caryl were watching with unyielding focus to see how everything turns out. It was a serious and logical question. A question that may have been already answered last night on Blackgate's rooftop helipad. Bullock looked towards him with a raised brow and nodded to him. Gordon did not expect to get the title like this, he imagined having to do a major crime bust or even being involved with overthrowing Loeb and having earned the rank of Commissioner the correct way. Loeb unwittingly handed Gordon the fast track to the rank when he refused to promote anyone even close to his position as they would have been a step closer to taking Loeb's place. Gordon just left those thoughts to dwell at the back of his brain. He may even be able to make it seem like that when they capture Batman, then he would have earned the title of Commissioner in his mind.

"Since there were no other ranks between myself and Commissioner Loeb, it would only seem that I am the only one in line for the rank of Commissioner… Whether I am ready or not, I will take the newfound responsibilities as Commissioner seriously and try to do everything I can for Gotham City and its people. I vow to serve and protect you." Gordon proudly announced.

Kim sat up straight as the News Anchors asked more questions towards the now newly appointed Commissioner James Gordon. Ron gave out a massive sigh along with Rufus who was now awake and watching halfway in Ron's shoe. Caryl even let out a small sigh followed by a nod. The plan worked, it was a wild plan, but it was their only option.

"They bought it," Kim whispered to herself.

"Thank goodness," Caryl said.

"You're Telling Me," Ron said now relaxed and relieved of stress with Rufus now pretending to whip sweat from his naked brow.

Caryl got up to make herself a cup of coffee while Kim and Ron made small talk. Occasionally Kim would eye the T.V. to try and catch up on any of the questions that the reporters may have had. So far nothing important besides anything political that Gordon would want to change. For someone who had just gotten thrown the position of Commissioner overnight Gordon had some pretty good ideas like rearranging the SWAT team and going to ask others for help as he believed that everyone in the city made Gotham what it was. It was a good pep-talk with them and would make for good press. Maybe Loeb's death was a good thing for the city, so long as they catch the-

"Commissioner, One last question! Witnesses and other reports continue to say that Batman is still at large and prowling the city streets. Multiple people are getting assaulted and injured. Do you have a plan to apprehend Batman?" A young male reporter asked.

Everyone Froze. This was supposed to be a simple press conference about Loeb's 'Suicide', no mentioning of the Batman was planned or even changing the subject. Bullock swallowed hard and adjusted his tie that he wore thinking desperately to try and make a quick response to get Gordon out of there. Kim and Ron were without breath and Caryl had nearly spit her coffee out, all three were solid as stone. As if a spell had frozen them in time and the only way to lift said spell was for Gordon to say something, quickly. He looked at the reporter dead in the eye and went with his gut.

"I said once before and I will say it again, we have no real evidence of there being a 'Batman' in Gotham," Gordon said as he began to walk off the stage.

"Alright everybody, that's enough questions, now go about ya business!" Bullock declared.

Reporters still tried to get their questions out and ask both men as they exited to their right off the stage. Gordon always imagined that ignoring them after walking out the stage was easier, he needed the city to remain clueless that Batman was a convicted murderer who took Loeb's life. Kim just sank her head thankful that Gordon was able to drive away any further questions. Ron and Rufus looked like they had seen a ghost. Caryl just sipped her coffee and tried to relax with the caffeine, a bit oxymoronic.

"Oh, That was too close. We have to put a lid on this Batman guy and fast." Ron said.

"You're right Ron, it's time I phoned a friend," Kim said now tuning her Kimmunicator to an older contact that she hadn't reached out to in some time.

Bruce watched the live news broadcast on his flat-screen television in his office whilst he sat at his massive African blackwood executive desk. On the desk, were stacks of papers, binders, and a massive desktop screen that had some of the Bat-Suits technical data on it. The morning light illuminated the two curved windows behind him that were tinted from the outside, and the massive sea-shell shaped, amber-colored, illuminated fixture with the same "W" shaped logo that was on the tower itself. The room was illuminated by a massive modern design chandelier that hung from its high ceilings and its light reflected off the smooth black marble flooring with some ancient roman designs scattered across. To his right was an elongated bar with mirrors across its back and blue led's giving it the same look as the Iceberg lounge's bars did. On his right were a series of bookshelves chock-full of texts on a plethora of subjects that gave way to the TV itself. Below were some couches and chairs where Ben sat eyeing the screen almost as if he didn't even blink.

"They don't want to cause panic, and they will try and bring Batman in quietly," Ben commented.

"It's a smart move, unfortunately, whoever killed Loeb now has their tracks covered. Telling the public it was suicide was the only way to achieve both objectives at once." Bruce commented.

Ben had his teeth biting his pen as he thought about how they would play their next move. He may have been grounded from this mission but he still wanted to feel as if he were helping Bruce, talking about it seemed to make him feel better about his failures. He watched as Gordon and Bullock stepped into an enforcer car and drove off, the news continued to cover the history of Loeb's police career.

"What's our next move?" Ben asked.

"Our? You're off this mission." Bruce interjected.

"I know, but I still want to help," Ben asked.

There was a knock on the office's large mahogany doors. Bruce pressed a key on his keyboard to switch from Batman tech to a Wayne Enterprises screen. Ben walked up to open the door to see who was knocking on their office. They both always kept their guard up, could be anyone knocking on that door. When Ben opened the door both he and Bruce felt the tension leave like a draft of fresh air blew the horrid smell away. It was the only other person besides Alfred that they could completely trust.

An older African American man with silver-white hair and a clean white mustache had walked through the door. He wore a gray suit jacket with a black sweater over his light blue dress shirt that sported a brownish-yellow bow-tie. Along with an aluminum-colored briefcase he carried with him, he had freckles and large black-framed glasses that were always accompanied by his small grin. His voice seemed to also bring peace to both Bruce & Ben. Lucius Fox was Wayne Enterprises Business Manager and was the only other person who knew of what Bruce and Ben did on a nightly basis. He cleverly hired multiple people to have underneath him, a team of managers to do an almost autonomous managing system of Wayne Enterprises. They would come to him for anything truly out of the ordinary but they alone could help run the company while Lucious was away. Sure he got daily reports and had his own set of daily tasks, but his life got a whole lot more interesting when he was secretly helping Bruce design anything related to Batman.

"Good Morning Lucius," Bruce said, standing from his desk to greet his old colleague.

"Good Morning to you Mr. Wayne, and you as well Benjamin."

"Morning Mr. Fox!" Ben said with a smile.

Lucius looked at the screen for a second and then back to Bruce and Ben. In a second he could determine who was out at night and who got a more decent night's sleep. The small bags under their eyes were a dead giveaway. He always wondered how in the world they did it with such little sleep and run a multi-billion dollar company. Lucius glanced back to the TV screen and then back to Ben and gave a genuine smile that held sarcasm.

"Looks like you had an interesting night." Lucius sarcastically said to Ben.

"Interesting isn't the word I would use," Bruce said with his arms crossed. Ben grunted to himself.

"There's always next time kiddo," Lucius said putting his hand on Ben's shoulder. Again making Ben feel a bit better about himself.

"What do you have Lucius?" Bruce asked.

He walked back towards his desk and pressed a small button that was underneath the top on his right. This allowed for some blackout curtains to slowly lower themselves from the ceiling onto the office floor where the windows were. Ben had also locked the doors to the office and walked with Lucius. They all agreed that should Lucius ever be captured, none of the designs and future tech belonging to Batman would ever be released to the world, for fear of being left in the wrong hands. The briefcase then activated a sliding mechanism where normally a simple 6 number dial lock would be located, but instead, it was replaced with 3 green high-tech biometric scanners. This briefcase was designed by Lucius so that all three major participants of the Batman had to have their thumb scanned at the same time for it to be opened. It was also made of Titanium and Tungsten so breaking it open would be next to impossible without destroying the contents inside. Ben, Bruce, and Lucius then placed their thumbs onto each of the scanners, Ben on the right, Lucius in the middle, both using their left hand, and Bruce throwing off the pattern using his right thumb and on the scanner on the left. All three thumbs were scanned simultaneously and the briefcase chimed, opening itself and revealing its contents.

Inside were blueprints of what looked like multiple new tools. The first new designs were Batarangs, but with a series of key differences. The circle that held both of the wings was significantly larger in width and length, and the wings themselves were no longer facing each other, and now facing the same direction should they rotate like a saw blade. They could easily retract the wings and came in 3 different varieties based on the colors in the small outer thin circle. Red, White, and Blue. In total there were 9 of these new batarangs, 3 of each. The next device was shaped very similarly to one of Lucius' first creations, the Grapple Gun. It had the same trigger grip but aside from that, the device was nothing alike. It held a small canister above the gun's chamber and its blocky design almost resembled that of a glue gun. The canister alone resembled that of an aerosol can.

"A New Batarang design! and a… glue gun? Wait a second those designs seem a bit familiar, right?" Ben asked with a raised eyebrow. Bruce caught on.

"Lucius are these redesigns of the -"

"Ah, so you do recognize them, good! Yes, they are the old Lockheed Martin specialty stun discuses. If you recall, they reached out to us a while back to help design a new tactical grenade. So we came up with a small yet simple discus design that could easily fit in your pocket and were much better than the ones in circulation today. They paid a rather large deposit fee upfront, and we had them sign an affidavit saying where and how they would be using them. I'm sure you remember what happened after." Lucius explained.

"Oh, I remember," Bruce said with a growl.

How could both Bruce and Ben forget? Ben had only seen Bruce lose his cool maybe twice in his entire life. Once when Bruce discovered Ben was fighting crime on his own to try and help out, and the other was the Lockheed Martin incident. The affidavit had stated that the discus grenades that Wayne Enterprises designed were only to be used commercially, by law enforcement, SWAT teams, and by a consumer who wanted to pay the price. Nowhere on the affidavit did it say that the grenades would be deployed overseas. Before the deal was completed it was discovered that Lockheed Martin had already begun to contract a deal with the Pentagon about deploying the discus grenades out in Iraq & Afghanistan. Ben was in the room when Lucius brought this to Bruce's attention, and he was outraged. Within minutes he called Lockheed Martin and immediately terminated the entire deal. With the violation of the affidavit, Lockheed Martin had to pay a staggering 15 million dollar fine, on top of losing the deposit they made. A 20 million dollar mistake.

"I thought it would be better to give them to you both. Beats letting them sit downstairs collecting dust." Lucious said with a smile.

"So you fused the old discus grenades we made with our batarangs to create a special kind of Batarang, sweet," Ben complimented with a smile.

"Like a refreshing glass of sweet tea." Lucius then began to show off each of the colored batarangs.

"First, Red is for spewing a specialty mace & tear gas mixture, instead of a single stream like most pepper spray, it will create a cloud, like your smoke pellets. We also made it significantly weaker to avoid chemical burns, we just need the bad guys to have to cough and for them to constantly rub their eyes. Give it a couple of seconds and the cloud will dissipate, the effects will last a few short minutes. So once that cloud is gone, I suggest getting to work. Next, White is a Flash-Batarang, which works just like a flashbang. Throw it up in the air, count to 3, and anyone who isn't prepared will know a whole new meaning of enlightenment. I shouldn't have to say this but don't use it when night vision is on, you'll regret it. Lastly Blue, that's the Sonic Batarang, this will create a high pitched screeching sound, great for luring someone away, or for trying to get them to walk right into a trap."

Ben and Bruce began holding the new specialty batarangs. They were larger than the classic designs and could easily fit into their pockets, like a small wallet. Lucius then grabbed the glue gun that was next to the specialty batarangs. It was smaller than the grapple gun but the canister made it a bit more clunky in design. Clunky doesn't mean useless though.

"Now the 'Glue-gun' is more than just a tool you find at your nearest Hobby Lobby. This canister contains an explosive gelatin that you can spray onto any surface-"

"You brought an explosive into my office?" Bruce asked with a hint of concern.

"Wouldn't be the first time." Lucius fired back.

"He's got you there…" Ben said avoiding eye contact. Bruce just shrugged and let Lucius continue.

"It's super simple to use. Just walk up to a wall, use the trigger to apply the gel, step back, and then 'bam', no need for a demolition crew. The gel itself can only be set off by the button next to the trigger. Like dropping the magazine on a handgun. Not to worry though, the explosion is more like a concussive blast, so it's not lethal. So long as you are not directly putting it on someone of course."

Ben held the Explosive Gel Gun first, getting a feel of its weight and size, even putting it onto his suit belt to get a feel of how it would be when attached to the utility belt on the bat suit. He then handed it to Bruce who did the same then placed it along with the other batarang's back, closing the briefcase in the process and taking it to his desk. Placing it underneath where it will sit by his legs. Without Lucius, many crimes would have gone completely different had he not made the tools that Bruce and Ben used all the time. One could argue that they may have even been responsible for saving their lives a few times.

"Good work as always, Lucius. I'll be sure to give you my opinion after using a few of them tonight." Bruce said.

"I'm sure they will make you proud Bruce. Now if you will excuse me I have to do my other job, the job of covering your ass after bailing on the board meeting yesterday." Lucius said with a melodramatic tone.

"Tell them I was able to build rapport and secure a relationship with one of the head scientists from the Middleton Space Center to have the Wayne COM 7 Satellite launched there. I have to call Dr. Possible and arrange the meeting tomorrow morning with their board of directors." Bruce said, now sitting back down on his desk. Ben already was taking notes on the same notepad he had when they first met the Possible family.

"I'm sure they will be tickled pink to hear that Bruce. You said the scientist's name was Dr. Possible? Any relation to Kim Possible?" Lucius asked.

"Yep. That's who we sat with yesterday." Ben said, closing his notebook.

"Ah noted, I will let you know if I have anything else new for you."

"Great, thank you, Lucius"

"Great…" Branden said with a coy smile turning off the TV.

He didn't know why they were calling Loeb's death a suicide, but frankly, he didn't care. Tomorrow evening was when they were supposed to be headed to Dr. Drakken's lair out in the Caribbean, once there they can quickly deliver the other half of the 50 million dollars and they would be shipped off somewhere to Mexico where they can relax and enjoy life. But Branden had one more job to do before getting paid and getting the life he wanted.

To avoid any suspicion Black Mask told Branden to stay in his office for the remainder of his time in Gotham. The rest of his SWAT team went home and Shego was given a personal room that was inside the Grande Royal Hotel. During last night's limo ride Black Mask had filled Shego in on the rest of his escape plan on his end. She already knew a chunk of the plan since working with Dr. Drakken. Turns out Shego was not only a mediator for the Steel Mill transaction, but an enforcer too should anything go south. She was a deadly combination of brains, beauty, and brawn.

He looked again at the note on the coffee table in front of him for The Penguin. In a few hours, it would be opening time for the Iceberg Lounge. He would just need to request a drink at the bar and ask to see the Penguin and deliver the message. He can't let their meeting drag on. Branden figured that since he never made it back to his house, his wife should be asking questions, unaware that the marriage documents that tied the two together were no longer in existence. He asked to use the Drak-Erauser 2.0 to wipe any data that tied him to the GCPD, and Black Mask granted his request. Branden had to hold out until then, keep to the shadows. Until the time was right all parties of this diabolical scheme were told to stay put until further notice. After all, Batman was still prowling the streets after dark, and if he wanted to find you, there was nowhere you could hide.

After a few hours, Branden was anxious, he remembered leaving his cap on the Helipad where he and Black Mask had escaped, could someone have retrieved it? No, the winds from last night's storm were too great and that is without the helicopter's blades circling next to it. Even if someone were able to retrieve his hat, the Drak-Erauser 2.0 should have deleted any of the files about Branden and his ties to the GCPD. So even if someone found it, it should be hopeless in theory thanks to no actual data being online. Branden just tried to relax and put his hopes on Dr. Drakken and his technology. He wondered what his ex-wife was thinking right now, where he has gone. He no longer cared.

He got up from the couch he was sitting on and walked deeper into Black Mask's office. It was completely emptied aside from the main furniture, the window overlooked the city as he watched the sky a bit, he remembered when he first started the GCPD had these massive blimps that would go around the city. They discontinued that program when they got access to real helicopters for the majority of the special force to use. Plus keeping those blimps somewhere was a pain. He then looked down below to see all the small cars, busses, and taxis driving about. Just normal people going about their daily lives while he was about to get handed the life he always dreamed of. No more nagging wife, No more need to find a job, just keep a low profile, enjoy the rest of your new life, and reach out to Dr. Drakken should you need anything more serious done. He watched a particularly interesting designed jet fly into the Gotham's skyline, causing Branden to tilt his head in curiosity.

"Huh, that's a funny-looking Jet. Must be a new prototype or something."

Caryl had no idea why Kim requested to head to the top of the apartment complex tower. Kim earlier came in asking for her and Ron to head up to the rooftop and whenever she could get Commissioner Gordon to come to the apartment here as soon as he could. Caryl was baffled by this request but sent a quick text to Gordon. No responses yet but the rooftop thing was certainly unusual. What on earth would Kim want to do up there? Only staff had access to the rooftop.

She had to convince Boe that she lost a hat up there and that she wanted to look for it just in case it flew to the ceiling. Boe had given her a judgmental, quizzical look, and honestly, who could blame him, it was a dumb lie, but it isn't dumb if it worked. He unlocked the door to the rooftop and told Caryl to make sure she locked it back up and went back to the front desk. She thanked Boe and walked Kim and Ron back up to the rooftop. Kim finally changed into her teal long sleeve blouse and space blue pants. Ron finally was wearing his signature black long sleeve shirt with his red short sleeve shirt with white stripes on the end of each sleeve and bottom. His dark gray cargo pants which sported the pocket that Rufus stayed in, and light gray tennis shoes were with him as well. Caryl wore a Maroon blouse with a Black dress skirt and black belt around her waist. She crossed her arms now wanting to know why they were topside.

"K.P. why are we up here?" Ron asked.

"Good question, I had to jump through some hoops and make myself look silly in front of Boe... to which you owe me big time for that."

"I sure do. Remember when I said I had phoned a friend?"

"Yeah?" Both Ron and Caryl asked.

Kim then looked up at the sky around them. As if on cue the sound of a jet engine could be heard in the distance growing louder by the second. Soon an aircraft began to approach the rooftop and slowly descend towards the group. The aircraft had a lifting body fuselage design to it and it featured a wide panoramic canopy. Perfectly shaped to master aerodynamics and speed. It sported a main black color body with purple stripes, yellow engine intakes, and scarlet underside. Aside from twin nacelles, there are no discernable wings. The jet itself wasn't as big as other aircraft only roughly the size of a small private jet. Its landing gear soon deployed below the nose of the aircraft and on either side of its rear beneath the tail. Once the jet had landed the engines began to shut down and a ramp door had opened on its left side facing the group. Caryl had to hold her hair from the winds created by the jet and Ron watched curiously as to who would exit the jet.

A white woman in her later '30s began to walk down the ramp. Her brown hair was in the short bob-cut style and parted from her left side that also had some bangs. She wore a navy blue uniform that hugged her curvy body. Her waist seemed extra small thanks to the black belt with a gray buckle in the center in the shape of a traditional shield. The same Gray on her belt buckle was on the button connecting her uniform collar, and it was on the wrist bracelets on her arms too. Her black boots went up just below her knees and had 3 gray buttons on the sides. Her golden badge was present on her right side and her most noticeable feature was her eyepatch on her left eye. She walked towards Kim with a confident all yet professional smile. That is just how Dr. Betty Director was, you had to be to run The Global Justice Network.

"Dr. Director, thanks so much for coming so quickly and on such notice!" Kim said shaking Dr. Director's hand.

"Kim Possible, it's the least we could do after you helped us stop my deranged older brother." Dr. Director complimented.

"Oh it was no big, He did kidnap Ron after all! Though the robotic hand was a bit weird and that overused line of his." Kim recalled.

"You called Global Justice?" Ron asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Yep good to see you to Ronald. Now Kim, normally I am the one reaching out to you, but the way your transmission sounded, it seemed rather urgent. What can GJ do for you Kim?" She asked.

"Ever hear of the Batman?" Kim asked.

"The Batman? I have heard rumors even when I was just a cadet, and online blogs have debated whether he is real or fantasy, but if you're asking about him he is more than likely real." Dr. Director concluded.

"Yep and now he is wanted for murder, I tried to bring him in myself last night, but It didn't go very well," Kim explained.

"Not to worry, GJ will gladly assist you." Dr. Director explained.

"Perfect, then let's head back down to discuss everything," Caryl suggested.