Tim couldn't remember the last time they'd directly helped with the relief effort from a Joker attack. Yet there they were, heading to Archie Goodwin for just that purpose, minus Selina, who was still on rocky terms with the police and was technically missing. He could only hope the body count didn't exceed a dozen. They couldn't afford a tragedy dividing the city, especially when the guy they were currently tracking down had been on the news killing The Joker's men.

Last thing they needed was their enemy spinning the attack as being their fault.

The morning sun had already come out as they approached the beautiful airport that now looked like a disaster area, cars and people swarming all around it and none of the planes moving.

An entire quarantine ward had been setup like a lightning flash by the GCPD in the hangar bay, which Tim and Stephanie reported to. Dick, and Helena reported to the main site, which had been cleared of living victims but was still plenty intact and horrific. Cass went to help with crowd control, aiding victims find missing family members and calming lone children.

Tim noticed it, and was sure everyone else had to. As he and Steph walked through the ward of the few people who'd been able to grip on to their lives long enough to receive the ineffective but stabilizing treatments The GCPD could give Joker victims, they saw the way the winds changed. People were already starting to look at them as second rate failures, even though they knew far better than that.

They always did at first, when some new upstart came in and tried to do Bruce's job better. It had never happened after a tragedy like this, though, and perhaps that's why the change became apparent so soon after the attack, which had been barely forty minutes ago.

It was a horrifying few minutes walking around that warehouse-like infirmary filled with people just barely breathing through the cruel smiles inflicted on them before the two finally found the man in charge, a doctor from Gotham General.

"Doctor, can we take some samples from your patients? We may be able to-"

"Take what you want."

"We just want to help, I-"

The man sighed before replying, "I'm sure, kid. That doesn't help the hundreds already dead, does it?" Hearing this, the two teenaged superheroes recoiled at the number they obviously hadn't known before they'd tried to treat asking the man for permission as a second thought. "I'm sorry, take whatever samples you need. My feelings aside, we'll need all the help we can get."

Twenty minutes or so after getting off the phone with Rose, Jason finally arrived at the bunker, and was flagged down by one of the recruits. Still a militiaman from the looks of his uniform. He seemed awestruck when Jason parked in the small, clean and seemingly new space of tunnel they'd made for the magnum opus that was his vehicle and stepped out.

"Sir, I-uh, was sent down here by your right-"

"Bane?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Alright, then, kid. Take me up to him. And a little word of advice?"

"Yes sir?"

"We're on the same team. Quit shaking in your boots, or no one will ever respect you here."

"Yes sir, follow me.", and Jason did, thankful the guy leading him up the metal access stairs did have some courage to grab hold of. As they went, he turned at the sound of a loud noise and saw that the space he'd driven through to get to the lower entrance to the bunker was now covered by a wall presumably matching the rest of the old sewers, as if the opening had never been there.

They then walked through a door and into a concrete and steel listening outpost customary for the Outlaws when moving into a new territory. The halls were wide and well lit, and as they walked through them, Jason saw everything from bunkrooms to a mess hall, even an armory. He also saw news footage on television screens of the "tragedy" last night. He steeled his heart and ignored the screens, assuming it was some sob story about the clowns he'd slaughtered at Amusement Mile. It wasn't until he heard a very distraught Vicky Vale say "with the death tole exceeding two hundred and thirty-seven, the highest kill count for a single attack by the criminal in history.", that he realized something more had happened, stopping and turning towards the television being watched by everyone in the mess hall. They barely seemed to notice as they watched alongside their leader, when the reporter continued with her broadcast.

"In what appears to be an attack meant to terrorize the people of Gotham, the criminally insane Joker unleashed his men and a massive supply of his trademark laughing gas on the people unlucky enough to be flying Goodwin only forty three minutes ago. As a distraction for Gotham's police department and her dark knight, the wanted terrorist also unleashed men armed with automatic weapons on Amusement Mile, where they were all gunned down by the newest protector Gotham has seen yet, the brutal Red Hood. More on that at ten, for now we go over to Dave for a list of all victims killed or injured by the attacks. Dave?"

Jason would have stayed, frozen, listening to the new reporter's list of names had the rookie who'd been walking him not tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sir?"

"Huh? What is it?"

"We really do need to report in."

"Oh, I...Thank you. "

The man then led him away, and further into the bunker. The passed by a few more buildings before they finally came to a staircase labeled "upstairs". Walking up it, Jason found himself standing on the sidelines of a massive theater. The theater. The Monarch Theater, and the last place his father was ever truly and unconditionally happy. He looked around now, and saw for the first time what Bane had done with the place.

Guards everywhere, families of people from The Bowery crowded lines to tables manned by militia members of food, water, clothing, along with a few that looked to be general trading centers. The stands were replaced by an indoor shanty town, built out of the ramped area where The Waynes probably sat while watching The Mark of Zorro on that faithful night. The balconies of the raised seats were covered by sheets, and the stage was covered by a massive makeshift barricade, with knights overlooking the floor from it's safety. Many didn't notice them, and the few that did seemed to avert their gaze.

Apparently, he was already famous.

Cass was tired of hearing about The Red Hood and they'd only been there for a short while.

Every time she helped one family, someone chastised her for doing her duty and unbiasedly defending the people of Gotham. She didn't voice these frustrations, to the people or otherwise, yet they were there. She tried not to focus on them, instead trying to focus them upon her task of sorting out the chaotic cacophony of people scrambling to find each other. But then cops started showing up to relieve her, and reporters immediately followed.

She ignored their questions as she walked back to her bike, yet the ever bold Gazette reporters attempted to discreetly surround her as if she did not recognize the attempt. Before she could wrestle her way out without hurting any of the fools, a new voice cried out.

"Everyone back the hell off!", called Vicky Vale, chief reporter of the main newspaper and broadcasting studio of Gotham. Her fellow news workers did so, off to badger someone else, and Vicky called her over with a hand wave. Vale had a good relationship with The Bats, so Cass decided to be courteous. As she got close, Vale put a non-threatening hand on her shoulder and bent down to whisper into her cowled ear.

"Pay them no mind, and get me some info that'll put people's minds at ease. Believe me, the last thing you want is Gotham's people supporting that guy from last night more than you. That never ends well for anyone. Get me something, anything, I'll be able to spin as good news. A cure for the sick people in the hanger, information on this "hood" guy, The Joker, whatever.", she said, interrupting Cass and slipping a card with her number on it into the girl's hand. She then continued, "Call me with it, soon as you can. People need calming, and they need to know you and the big guy are doin' more than crowd control.", and just like that the aging yet still lively reporter moved on, disappearing into the crowd.

Cass put the card into her belt and moved on to go find Tim and Stephanie.

The militiaman led him up a nearby entrance into the backrooms of the theater, past more guards and no civilians. Jason crossed his arms but had to smirk at the awestruck faces of the men and women serving who'd never even seen him in person. He hadn't had that level of admiration from strangers since the Al Caste.

Goddamnit, mind, why'd ya have to go there?

Shaking his head as if it would remove the memories from it, he was lead up two more staircases before he finally saw someone he recognized: Rose. He removed his helmet, leaving only his domino on his face, and the two shared a small kiss after she dismissed the man he'd been following to attend to his other duties.

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Rose, what happened?"

"We'll talk about it inside."

"They're all here?"

"Pretty much. Come on.", she said, leading him through the door she'd been waiting beside, guarded by two paladins.

Inside was the council of advisors he'd thought he'd need to go to Es Securus to meet with. Antonio Dorrance, now Antonio Diego, also known as Bane. His Right Hand. Beside him sat Doctor Victor Fries, the man who had once been Mr. Freeze and now was the head of his off the books RD department at Futurum Tech. Jerimiah Arkham, his new advisor on matters of the mind was missing, but Alexi and Floyd, the commanders of the Paladins and Knights respectively weren't. Beside Lawton sat Lady Shiva, his go between with The League of Assassins when she wasn't busy with something Ra's needed her for.

Beside her, functioning much the same way for them when it came to Talia and her Leviathan, was Jean Paul Valley.

Dick had missed Azrael since his death during The No Man's Land incident, everyone who'd known him but Tim had mourned, really. Even Harold. The only reason he hadn't was because the kid somehow still held on to the belief that someday, Valley would just waltz back in to The Manor with some explanation for his mysterious disappearance. Dick didn't believe so. Not after all the time that had passed.

He didn't think about Valley often, but now, standing in the airports western terminal with Bullock, Jim, and Helena, he wished that the man would come rushing in as he had before, the antidote for the people outside in hand as he had back when they'd had to deal with an outbreak throughout the city before The Cataclysm. But it hadn't been The Order of Saint Dumas who'd infected those people, and there was no kindhearted Angel of Death to solve their problems now.

He focused again on his actual task, investigating how the attack had been allowed too occur. He soon found his answer as he searched one of the trashcans and found destroyed tapes matching those that would be used in the outdated cameras around the terminal.

Someone knew about this. And when I find them, there will be hell to pay.

"Okay, so what exactly happened?"

Bane answered first, sitting directly to the right where he now did, "The ship was attacked by a small force led by Black Adam. We managed to push them back, but a lot of the monstruos from the asylum got away with them. The ship was heavily damaged and needed to go back to The Fort for repairs. We brought a few men and what resources we could. Thought it was better to come than leave you tortolitos here alone."

Jason took this in for a second before speaking, "Jerimiah was killed in the attack?"

"Injured. As was Dent when he refused to leave with them."

"I want them and those who helped them escape found and I want them executed. Every. Last. One."

Jean Paul then informed him that, "Lady Talia is already working on it."

"Good...keep me updated. Now what about this attack on the airport?"

Now it was Rose who answered from his left side, "The Joker was going to escape from Gotham using a private jet set up for him by Sionis Enterprises and use the attack on Amusement Mile as a distraction. We have two men in the bunker we know helped The Jokerz set up the bombs yesterday morning. They claim that seeing you fight on television made The Joker use his secondary plan, the bombing of the airport, as a way to then trick the authorities into thinking he left."

"They have an explanation as to how two witnesses escaped him?"

"They didn't come into work last night and our men were ambushed by Jokerz who were trying to kill them. It checks out."

"So the only sources we have on the topic both say that he's still in town?"

"Yes, and believe me when I tell you; they may be wrong, but they are not lying."

"Hmm...Looks like I've got hunting to do."

"No, you have a war to plan.", Antonio reminded him before Jason could start planning out the different ways he'd beat the clown for what he'd done.

A moment of hesitation later, he sighed and continued, "Shiva, would you be willing to go in my place after this is done?"

He could feel Bane's distain for the order without the larger man ever making a sound. Shiva looked to him in a playful manner before answering the question.

"I'd be glad to. After the meeting."

"Good...Now, Antonio, give us the full rundown. Status of Gotham, it's protectors, and our own forces as of this moment."

"Gotham is in Sionis' grip for the most part, but that tonto thinks The Bowery is untamable, he only sends men here to deal his drugs or kill people who try to use this place to hide from him."

"The perfect place to set up right underneath his nose.", Rose added.

"And ever since that video was shown on the news a few hours ago of you killing payasos, people have started to notice us. Fries thinks our numbers will start rising much faster if we push for those who want to see them gone."

"Good. What about the rest of Somerset?"

"The East End is controlled by Gavin King."

"The renowned Orpheus."

"Si, after his little bat-gang was removed from the Hill but still allowed into Roman's organization."

"Hmm...Taking it will mean fighting against the Bats and the Mask. We'll have to hold off on taking that prize. The Theater District?"

"Run by that idiot Maximilian Zeus, after he took several weakened street gangs and made them into a new gang under Sionis named The Tragedies."

Shiva couldn't stifle her laughter, saying between condescending chuckles, "Please tell me you made that up."

Antonio smirked, replying that he hadn't. Jason then added, "Sounds like it'll be easier than anything else."

"Don't let the stupid name fool you, Novato, they are ruthless and very well known for brutal attacks on even policia. The only reason Batman hasn't taken them down for good yet is because they are good at hiding evidence and even better at getting rid of witnesses."

Jason's smirk was now gone as he bid Antonio to continue on to Chinatown.

"The home of Black Mask's replacement for the Gotham Triads, The Black Dragons. Through it, they make and receive Chinese heroin and morphine. The Narrows is the most...chaotic area. It's been controlled by The Jokerz since Roman gave it to the Payaso as a gift, helping him wipe out the gangs of the other freaks months ago during the war that gave his organization it's dominion over Gotham. I've already added razing it and their little outposts to our checklist."

"Better yet, add them to Shiva's dossier.", Jason said, knowing Antonio already didn't like her fighting The Jokerz in the first place. Jason didn't really care. If his hand wouldn't let him go and kill the clowns himself, he couldn't complain that he'd instead put their best operative on it, even if that hand was in love with said operative.

Rose, thankfully, got between them before either could start shit over the matter.

"Moving on, New Gotham's mostly clean, other than the fact that it's schools are rampaged by dealers from the Black Dragon that know how to hide from The Bat in the night and stay away from cameras during the day."

"The more things change, the more they stay the same. What about Burnley?"

Bane, again in control of himself after only a glare from Shiva for almost acting childishly, took back over and replied, "It's home to the upscale sides of the trades in weapons, drugs, and women that tear apart lower places, and to the more "white collar" criminals in Sionis's empire."

"Once we've taken enough of the city, we'll deal with them. Amusement Mile?"

"Ignored by the Mask other than a small shakedown racket."

"Destroy it immediately."

"Already done last night by The GCPD following a mix-up after the attack."

"Good."

"Paris Island is used by the Mask to kill men from other gangs trying to escape Black Gate while providing support for his own. The various dockyards, Mooney Bay and Slaughter Swamp are used to ship illegal goods and dump bodies as they always have been. The airport was used to ship in and out resources, but, well...then this morning happened. Tricorner is the hands-on center of all the businesses run by those in Burnley."

"All prizes to be taken later on. Burnside?"

"The most valuable district to those businesses, home to the richest people that actually need The Mask's organization. Not worth the GCPD risk until after most of Gotham has been taken, really. Bristol is both the place where the Bats will be most harsh in defending, but is also where those rescued from Es Securus are most likely to be located. Old Gotham is the center of the Mask's operation, Sionis Enterprises being the center of both his empires, and the Hill is under his complete control. Little Italy is controlled by "The Wolves of Old Gotham", remnants of Falcone's mob smart enough to survive and now rise again in the new age, and they handle the majority of the weapons trade. Grant Park is used for meetings between the gangs underneath the Mask. The Fashion District is home to Sionis's various stockpiles of resources, far as we can tell, and The Cauldron is home to the majority of his racketeering and usury businesses. The Financial District is mostly left alone to appease the mentirosos in City Hall, but is populated by The Mask's men to ensure it's security."

"Huh...and just what does the Mask call his little empire, and do we know what he's up to now?"

Shiva, more well versed in international matters now spoke, "The Masks of Death, and they were slowly becoming more of a Cobblepot-esque go between for other syndicates before we captured The Underbroker, but now has almost none of it's old sway or connection to the worldwide picture. Sionis is taking stock and securing himself in city hall before throwing his weight around. It'll probably take him a few days before he feels secure enough to act, especially when we let the mayor know that we're the ones with all the blackmail on him."

"Good, but we can't do that just yet. If there's one thing we don't need, it's the GCPD trying to take down Sionis themselves and getting caught in our crosshairs. Now, what about us?"

Bane took back over, saying, "You saw it coming up here. What few men we have outside this building are posted on the tops of buildings in the neighborhood to warn us of incoming threats, or are busy infiltrating the cops or the masks to get us more information."

"Shiva, how does Ra's fair?"

"That the plans you two made are proceeding as planned was all he would give me."

"Jean?"

"Talia says the Leviathan is still trying to get The Order of Purity to peacefully be absorbed, but is willing to help us at a minute's notice."

"Fries?"

"James has an in-depth update on the state of the company itself waiting for you in a file in your room. As far as The Fort is concerned, production of more equipment is being done as quickly as possible, as are repairs to Es Securus."

"Good. Have James put together a charity in town for the victims of the attack and make up some front to funnel money into it, like a charity ball. Lawton, Alexi, how goes the training of these knights?"

"Many of them, I'd say, are ready for Paladin qualification.", Alexi answered.

Lawton confirmed this, and Jason was surprised the two could actually agree for once. These knights of Antonio's had to be impressive if those two didn't even have to think before backing each other up anywhere but on the battlefield.

"Great work. We'll run them through the trials when we have a second to breathe. Anyone else know something they think they should bring to my attention?"

"..."

"...I'll need some time to think on the move after it, but for now I want our focus on securing The Bowery. Floyd, Alexi, I want you two helping Antonio towards that end. Recruit more militiamen, deal with other gangs around, I don't care how you three do it, but I want it done by nightfall. Shiva, do it however you please, but I want that clown found and either killed or brought before me so that I may kill him. Jean, look into the lunatics that escaped during the attack. Fries, I want you and James to put extra care into insuring that The Bats can't get anything on Futurum. Everyone understand their jobs?"

"..."

"Good. Get them done.", he said, standing with Rose and leading the way for the council out the door. Rose led him to their room, just a short walk down the hall past his welcoming Sentinels, bodyguards trained by Jason himself to protect him and Rose that were almost always relegated to guard duty, much as they hated it. He exchanged brief words with them, but quickly followed Rose into their new room. He then locked the door behind him as he closed it, the pair already on top of one another.

As his queen and he set aside their issues and enjoyed one another's company, The King of Outlaws' greatest weapon walked out of his castle to go do her work.

It was noon when Tim and Bruce finally delivered on a cure using the mobile lab in the Batmobile. It took only a short drive for the worn out group to arrive back at the cave, and when they finally arrived, they found a small welcoming party waiting on them.

Bruce, still injured but now wearing a lightweight and capeless version of his Batsuit to conceal his identity, Catman, now in casual clothing and sporting a bandage on his right side, Barbara in her normal clothes and her old Batgirl helmet, and Selina, now in civilian clothing beyond her two clawed gloves. Tim supposed Alfred was missing to avoid Blake seeing his face. He didn't have time to ask before he, Cass and Stephanie were led by Selina and Blake to the medical wing, where Tim passed out the second his head hit the cot.

Helena and Dick walked up to Bruce and Barbara, and he questioned them as to why they were even letting Blake stay. Bruce answered, Helena honestly curious.

"He's sworn that he'll leave soon, he just wants a word with Helena. Considering what he did at the asylum and the fact that Selina was here, I didn't see any issue."

"Mm."

"Did my tag on the roof pan ou-"

"They knew, ditched the truck. We think they hacked the CCTV footage through the back door we made for the Batcomputer.", Barbara replied.

"Oh, so he's a master hacker too, oh that's great."

"We don't know if it was him exactly, Helena. We do think that the hood you faced on the roof was the same one from the second encounter, though."

"Yeah, I picked up on that too.", Dick said before yawning.

"Go get some rest, Dick. Helena, go talk to Blake and either take him back to your apartment or tell him he has to leave, it's your choice. Just be back here by nightfall."

Helena nodded and turned to find Thomas, waiting for her with his arms crossed by the medical area. She walked over, asking him what he was looking at, before the two shared a kiss. When they pulled back, Thomas had an expression on his face more thoughtful than normal, asking her to go on a drive with him. She agreed, and after she'd changed they wound up near the vehicle pad where her civilian bike sat. He put on his huge overcoat and got into the driver's spot as he sat his duffle down in her empty saddlebags.

Now worried, she got behind her boyfriend and the two shot off into the tunnel network. They eventually came back out at the secondary exit along A. West Street, continuing on into the city.

Meanwhile, as everyone in the manor other than Alfred and Cass slept, Bruce stepped through a zeta tube connected with the Watchtower, in hopes that the technology aboard could help speed along his recovery.

Jason laid beneath his lover in their bed, trying to sleep once he and Rose had finished showering after their hour long "nap". He'd been able to set aside his compulsion to do something and further ignore his own well being for her, for a time. But, now, staring at the wooden ceiling as the sun coming through their window dimmed to an warm glow rather than an invasive shine, he decided that if his worries were to keep him awake even longer, he'd at least use that time to do...something.

If he went to the Narrows, Shiva would catch him and probably beat him into unconsciousness. So...what could he do? Get back in touch with old friends he'd not seen in years, people who were all either living it up elsewhere or violent thugs? No.

After some pondering, he chose to go home. Not to the manor, no. To his real home, only a few blocks from the theater he now laid in. There was one simple problem, however: the light sleeper on top of him who would definitely be against him going alone, which he knew he had to do if he was really about to go back...there.

It needs to be done. Sooner or later, it was always going to.

He hesitantly picked up her top half, sliding his own legs off the bed before slowly letting her back down onto the bed. He was surprised when she didn't stir, and quickly chose to count his blessings and sneak out, only to then realize he wasn't wearing anything.

He carefully picked out a casual getup: t-shirt, jeans, boots and his black leather jacket, gloves to match, with a red bandana in his pocket and a pistol in a side holster under his jacket in case things got hairy. Not a bad look in the Alley, would probably make most two-bit wannabes think twice when combined with his massive size. Looking in the mirror, he was reminded how much he not only needed a shave, but a haircut as well. He kept good care of it, but Alfie would probably faint if he saw the mop on Jason's head more so than he'd faint when the two inevitably met again regardless of Jason's appearance.

The white streak in the middle really made him look like someone trying too hard, but Jason didn't care. The Mark of Lazarus had seemed alien when he'd first gained it years ago, now it was as much a part of him as his teal eyes or black hair. It would feel as wrong to remove it as it would to walk around in a set of tights with a cartoon skull or some other edgy shit on it. (Jab at Pre-New 52 Jason's ridiculous getup, NOT PUNISHER'S)

Still, I could use a trim, he thought, finally leaving the bathroom. He wrote a note for the still sleeping Rose and placed it on her nightstand before removing the boards on the bedroom window. He crouched in the windowsill, and before he left, he turned and whispered one thing to the sleeping assassin in his bed.

"I love you."

As he jumped from the sill to a nearby fire escape, dodging the sight of Antonio's sentries, she replied with eyes wide open before going back to sleep, knowing he just needed some time alone.

"I love you, too."

Elsewhere, Helena and Thomas made their way through the slow Gotham traffic, eventually arriving at the Port Adams Dockyard, parking in a little spot over looking one of the cargo ships. He got off, as did she, and when the two again faced each other, Huntress jumped to the logical conclusion.

"You're dumping me?"

"No! No...no. I just...these past few days, I should've been more than dead weight. You've done a lot for me since we met, but I think I need some time to get back in touch with my roots."

"...Alright, fine. It's not like it's forever.", she said, getting close, "Just check in. And remember, Thomas,", she now was stroking his face, "you cheat on me, I'll know, and I'll hunt you down like an animal."

He smiled and replied, "I'm sure you would, my huntress.", before the two shared a kiss and he grabbed his things from her bike.

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know...maybe I'll go back to Africa? I've hunted enough wild cats, might as well try and live among them. Maybe they'll teach me something."

"Hm. Send me a letter when you get where you're going, maybe I'll come see you and just what is so special about it when this is all over."

"You and The Savanna? I can imagine nothing better.", he said, and the two shared a kiss.

"Goodbye, my wildman."

"Au Revoir, my dear."

With that, Thomas gave her one last embrace, before he jumped over the edge of the dock, swimming to the cargo hold of a nearby ship. Helena chuckled, and turned. One last look at the ship that was now starting to set sail and she got back on to her bike. She reminded herself that Thomas could take care of himself, and shot off back to cave, barely avoiding a crash as her dreary eyes had to contend with the afternoon sunlight.

"So, where is your boss? And please, don't waste any more of my time.", Lady Shiva asked the second of the three survivors before her, who was currently hooked up to a car battery.

"I don't know!"

"Too bad.", she replied, turning it on. The man fried as his predecessor had, and she moved right along to the final clown.

"No-p-please, we don't KNOW where he is, PLEASE-", the short, fat, repulsive little creature in her grip begged, not five minutes after she'd witnessed him beat some poor woman to death for looking at him the wrong way.

"Shhh...", she said with a mocking finger over her smiling mouth, grabbing the bottom half of his ugly face in her other hand, "I know. A coward like you wouldn't have held out this long. I know you don't know anything.", she said, standing up and now looking down at the "man" tied into an office chair with copper wire in his nose connecting him to his doom.

"Then...w-what do you-?"

"Tell me why."

"...W-What?"

"The Joker. Tell me what he's using against you. Tell me how you wound up here."

"What are you-"

"You're begging for mercy, aren't you? You must have some explanation as to why you are here? Something to convince me to let you live?"

"I-I-I...AHHH!", he was interrupted by a voltage that would've given most men a heart attack coursing through his veins.

When he stopped screaming as the battery turned back off, Shiva continued, "Your kind, you are the worst. You mercilessly kill men, women, children, and you turn around and beg for mercy when you receive the same treatment. Well, my friend, I'm sorry. But unlike the Bat, my employer does not believe in what people who've never been truly alone thanks to scum like you think of as justice...no, we both believe in a very different, equally simple philosophy. Let the punishment..."

"PLEASE!", he screamed one final time as she turned on the battery, turning it back off after his body had failed.

"...fit the crime."

She then stood, turning away from the smoking corpse and leaving though the doorway she'd come into the clown safehouse from.

Oh, well...on to the next one.