Chapter 7

Cat and Mouse

Some guest told me they didn't like this fic because they're pro Bat Cat. What can I say but don't like, don't read. If you can't bear any other ship, go read about Bruce and Selina, there are plenty of fics about them. I hate some characters and pairings too, I don't tell authors not to write about them.

I usually don't write much around Christmas, but I'm stuck away from my family until the 24th because of my work, so in the meantime, I write. Enjoy!

Bruce was hardly able to eat that morning. Jerome had left him hastily, more than usual. He was pretty sure the redhead was preparing something and he didn't like that. Yesterday, not only Jerome had made him explain about the names, but he also forced him to reveal who 'Tigress' was. So now, Jerome knew about the names and he also knew that the mysterious woman who visited him was Tabitha Galavan. Hell! When he thought that the redhead had then kissed and snuggled with him, right after threatening him to tell everything to Strange…And he returned those gestures. It wasn't even out of fear, it was…He didn't know. What the Hell was wrong with him? Now that he thought about it, Alfred would probably be very ashamed of him, kissing another boy, and Jerome with that! Maybe his guardian wouldn't mind it much if he liked guys too, but he wouldn't tolerate him being involved with Jerome Valeska. But now, Alfred wasn't here with him, he was alone and having that with Jerome made him feel weirdly alive.

Music was passing again in the Common room, and he eventually felt someone take his hand. He was surprised and thought it was Jerome but saw Marina instead. She pulled on his arm.

"Dance with me!"

He shrugged and stood up to follow her. Some lunatics were dancing as well already. He made her gently spin round while thinking. Maybe he should act a bit crazy? After all, if Galavan and Strange thought this place was taking its toll on him, it was even better. Underestimating an adversary was one of the biggest mistakes to make. And if he remembered well, Galavan wanted him to fall into Jerome's hands. He could let them believe he was slowly getting under his influence. Now that relationship he was starting to develop could have more than one use. So he would have to swallow his pride and let everyone believe he was turning into Jerome's puppet. Or maybe he could tell him? After all, manipulating everyone would just sound great to him. But no, Jerome was unpredictable, it was too risky.

Marina waved her arms, embraced him and Bruce made her swirl round. She laughed at this. He had to admit dancing with her was somehow relaxing, he would forget about people around them. He stopped after a few minutes and saw Jerome was looking at him. He went to him, and sat at his side.

"I really like watching you dance."

"I know. What did you do?"

"What will you give me if I tell you?"

"I want you to tell me a bit more about you. About your parents."

Bruce didn't want that, but it could be important to know what Jerome had been doing. His hastiness to leave had been strange.

"I will, but once we're alone."

"You don't want people to hear? Is my little Brucie shy?"

"There are things I'd rather not speak about in public."

The evening came too slowly; Bruce didn't lose time, though. He read one of the psychiatrist books available. Since he couldn't move as he wanted, or train as he wanted, he would learn things. Jerome didn't bother much, he had found another toy for now: a guard he was starting to wrap around his finger. Bruce observed him. Though the guard was telling him to shut up at first, Jerome finally got him to listen, and though the guy called him a lunatic at the end, it was obvious he was upset by what Jerome told him. The redhead smiled at Bruce, proud of himself. The boy just raised his eyebrows, pretending to be impressed. It wasn't completely untrue, he had to admit it, but he didn't like it. They went in Bruce's room as soon as they were done eating. As soon as Bruce sat on the bed, Jerome sat behind him.

"Mind if I hug you?"

"As you wish."

"I wished you'd give me a more enthusiastic answer. But I guess I'll go with that."

He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around him, pressing the boy's back against his chest. He rolled his eyes, but at least Jerome was warm, it was at least a good thing. He remembered what he understood: Jerome wanted gentleness too. He allowed himself to lean against him.

"So, what is it you wanted to know?"

"Little details about you and your life. What did your parents do to punish you whenever you were a bad boy?"

Bruce didn't miss the way he pronounced the two last words, but didn't react to it. Instead, he just shrugged: "That depended of my age. When I knew how to read and count, they had an idea: whenever I did something bad, they would make me go at the Wayne Tower after school or during week-ends, and they would make me help with some things, like the record department." He huffed at Jerome's surprised face. "They always had a lot of things to classify, or they had old files to type back in the computers. I learned to use a computer there. They gave me the easy but tedious jobs. That way, I was punished, because instead of playing I had to do those boring and tedious things, and it was good for them, since it would help the employees."

"Wow, that was kinda unexpected! How long would it last?"

"Depended on what I did. Some employees took that idea: they did the same with their children. That's why there were often kids hanging around in the Wayne Tower."

"And why did they want your butler to take care of you? Don't you have any other family?"

"Alfred knows me since I'm born. He lived in the house with us, he is the best placed to take care of me." He had some distant relatives, but he didn't want to talk about them with Jerome. "That was two questions. Maybe you could tell me what you were doing that morning."

"One more: did they absolutely want you to be CEO of Wayne Enterprises? Would they have accepted you to be something else?"

"My father was a doctor. He and my mother would still take the most important decisions, but he still had a medical career. They told me that as long as I worked seriously, I could do what I wanted."

Jerome was a bit disappointed. If daddy Wayne had been ready to force his son into one way, he could have used that on Bruce, showing him that his parents had controlled him all his life. But no, apparently, he wouldn't be able to use that. "And what do you want to do?"

"Well, for now, I would want to listen to you telling me about that morning."

"Okay," he sighed. "I was talking to Jeremiah on the phone. If you want to know more, I told him about your theory and the names. It interested him deeply."

"What?!" He told Jeremiah? Was that even true? He would have to use his phone call to ask the genius about it.

"Is that so surprising? You're friends, aren't you? And Jeremiah isn't the kind to leave a mystery unsolved."

"I believe Jeremiah would help me, but why would you tell him?"

"Why not? I love my brother, and it makes him sad to know you're here. So I'm helping him. And to be fair, this is not your place, here, you can't develop all your potential. You're a free bird, Bruce, pretty much like me. You need to be out there, running free, just like me."

Bruce opened his mouth and shivered in realization. "You plan to escape, don't you?"

Jerome laughed at this. "Of course I do! What did you think? Oh, but don't think for a second that I will tell you anything about it, you would have to give me much more than this."

Bruce knew what that meant. Jerome laughed and embraced him more tightly in a clingy and warning gesture.

"Why did you want to know those things about my parents?"

"I wanted to know how family life could be like. You see, I don't feel sad about my parents, I don't know what it is for someone to mourn beloved parents. And I wanted to know more about you," Jerome murmured with malice.

"I wouldn't mind knowing more about you either."

"I'm flattered! Go ahead, ask something."

"When did your…Thirst for murder started?"

"Well, I can't really say when it started, maybe I was always like that. And I guess growing up in the circus didn't help."

"What did they do to you?"

"Well, the rest of the circus mostly mocked me and Jeremiah, they rejected us. Sometimes, they would try to beat us, but with time, we both learned how to fight. Yeah, Miah doesn't look like it, but he is actually good at this. We both learned that we had to make them fear us. Miah mainly used his brain, he would manipulate them, while I pulled pranks and used physical threats. One girl actually liked me, but I didn't want her."

"Because you only like guys?"

Jerome laughed: "No Bruce, to me it doesn't matter. Girl or boys, I like both, but I won't take anyone."

"Because she wasn't pretty enough?"

Kissing the back of his neck, Jerome smirked: "No, it's not really a matter of beauty, that girl was just a total skank, you could get her with a simple smile. You see, my mother and my uncle always told me I would never get anything good, that only cheap whores would want me. They were pathetic and low, and they thought they were better than me!"

Though he despised Jerome, a part of him couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Having your family say such things…Jerome went on: "But I promised myself I would aim for the best. That's why I don't get anyone as my lover, I want to get the very best one," he nuzzled his neck. "And you are."

"I'm a tool to get revenge on them."

"Come on, Brucie, don't get over-dramatic. I wouldn't consider a tool as 'the best'. No. A smart, sharp, fierce and handsome savage, that's the best. The day you'll become a tool, I'll kill you out of pity."

"That's nice to know!" He remained silent for a bit and then frowned. "Why did your mother say such things?"

"What?"

"Your mother, and your uncle, why did they say such things?"

This question didn't surprise Jerome that much, although he wasn't expecting Bruce to ask about it so soon. "They were trash, that's all. And the lower and the trashier people are, the more they want to feel important. And when you get no way to be important, you just try to humiliate and lower someone else."

"And they did that with a child," Bruce concluded, and Jerome didn't miss the disgust in his voice.

In a slow move, Bruce turned round and Jerome could look at his sad and soft face. The teen's arm went around him, embracing Jerome back for the first time. In other circumstances, he would have been thrilled, but not now.

"I don't need your pity, Bruce."

"It's called empathy, or compassion. That's not the same, so just enjoy this."

He didn't know what to think of it, but if speaking of his family could give him results with Bruce, he would use it. He returned the embrace, finding that quite enjoyable.

"My own flesh and blood…They always said Jeremiah should be held away from me because I would be a bad influence. When they got the ways to send him to that boarding school…We were both heart-broken. He lived with uncle Zack, but we managed to see each other as much as possible, we would also write to each others."

"I know, he told me about it once. He told me how you missed each other when he was away."

"You don't have siblings. You don't imagine what it's like to have a twin. It's like having a part of you out of your body, with its own flesh and bones. And it's as if there was a bit of them in you, a bit which doesn't really belong to you. We understand each other deeply. I was ready to do anything to protect him against those who would hurt him, and they were numerous."

Bruce frowned. Something in what Jerome sounded…Strange. He didn't show anything, though. "Why would people hurt him?"

"Do you imagine what it's like to be a genius among ignorant assholes? People would either be jealous or spiteful, they labeled Jeremiah as weird because he preferred to draw complicated mazes instead of playing dumb ball games. Me? I preferred tricks and booby traps; I loved to solve his mazes, and he loved to draw some for me. I remember one evening, uncle Zack beat me for ruining one of his mazes; Jeremiah screamed at him that he made it especially for me to play, but he wouldn't listen. He just wanted an excuse."

"They mistreated Jeremiah too?"

"Not as much as me. Jeremiah is quieter and since he was smart they hoped he would actually have a good career and earn money so they would be able to leech off him. No, it wasn't them who hurt him the most. It's the other people. You remember what we said earlier about Reality TV? People in the circus thought they were superior to us in some ways, they loved to say how weird we were, because they felt better that way. But now, people won't dare to think they're superior to me anymore. Except maybe for you."

His grip on Bruce tightened, but in a threatening way this time. Bruce swallowed hard, Jerome was scary indeed, but he had to control his fear.

"What makes you think that?"

"I see it in your eyes. You love to see me as a lowlife; but now I guess everyone is a low life compared to Bruce Wayne."

"You really are a bad judge of character if you imagine I think that way!"

"So you don't think you're superior to me?"

"I'm neither inferior nor superior. Let's say we're equal."

"Well…It's true no one else here could be my equal but you."

He remembered his mother's words, then: flattery is the best way to blind someone. Was it one of Jerome's methods to get him? He didn't answer and closed his eyes.

"Jerome?"

"Yeah?"

"I told you about those names. I want you to tell me more about Tabitha Galavan, about what she wants and what she told you."

Jerome smirked. "We'll see."

O o O

When Ecco came back to Jeremiah that evening, she immediately guessed something happened. He was on his computer, his eyes scanning the screen and it seemed like the end of the world couldn't have made him loose focus.

"I met the woman, Tigress. I followed her, and guess what? She is…"

"Tabitha Galavan, Theo's sister. I know, Jerome told me."

"Actually, I was gonna say that she was working for Galavan. How does Jerome know her name?"

"Bruce guessed it, and Jerome made him talk."

She sighed in frustration: she did all that for nothing! Getting in contact with her had taken days and following her hadn't been easy! Jeremiah looked up at her and saw her annoyed look. He softened a bit at this, got away from is computer and started to make coffee for both of them.

"Don't worry I would have needed you to get in touch with her anyway."

He told him everything Jerome reported to him, from Galavan's plan, to the name Bruce had been given, to the mysterious Tigress. "Jerome got him to admit Tabitha was his visitor. I intend to use her in order to get close to Galavan."

This lessened the frustration. Ecco was pragmatic, she didn't like to lose her time, it would have been really annoying to do that for nothing. But if meeting that woman was still useful, then she didn't mind. Jeremiah handed her a cup of coffee while pouring another for himself. She gratefully took it, warming her cold hands.

"What are those names?"

"Maria Changeler and Peter Tobias. I checked plastic surgeon on Gotham; I found none of that name. It would be a clandestine one. I sent that woman, Jeri, to try to find them."

"I have her number, I'll call her."

"You like to work with her, don't you?"

"She is much more bearable than most cultists. They all constantly try to impress each other; having that competition of who is the craziest…Jeri is chiller, even if she is crazy too."

"I know, they annoy me too. But that's what makes them so easy to manipulate."

They smiled to each other at this. Another question went through her head: "You know, when I met that Tabitha, I asked whether or not she could influence people, like brainwash them. Apparently, she could, she knows a lot of techniques for that. She won't be easy to manipulate."

Jeremiah nodded, that wouldn't be easy indeed. "Tell me more about your encounter with her."

Ecco nodded as they sat together to drink and talk, the events replaying in her head as she told him.

Ecco knew Gotham's underground life quite well, now, well enough to know a few addresses where it was possible to get interesting 'contacts'. There was one bar in particular. It had taken her some observation through the streets of Gotham and some little grapevine talk to know that this average looking bar was a meeting place for thieves and assassins. Oh, you wouldn't have guessed it at first. When you entered, you would see a room with normal people, some employees coming after works, couples or even some teenagers or families. But if you were observant enough, you would sometimes see someone taking a door in the back, a discreet door, and that person would come back only after a while.

Of course, if you wanted to go there, you had to ask the bar tender, you had to tell them you wanted to 'see one of his employee'. He would tell you it was possible and then you could take the door. Ecco did exactly that. After descending the stairs, she came in the hidden part of the establishment. There was also a counter and tables here, but no windows. Funny, she had occasionally been into a similar place in the past, to propose her services as an assassin and thief, when Jeremiah and she needed money. It was almost fun to be the client searching for a hired killer somehow.

She asked the bar tender if the woman named Tigress was here. He showed her a tall black woman, dressed elegantly. Long hair and tight ponytail, just as Jerome described. Ecco sat face to face with her and Tigress looked surprised.

"So you're the one you called me here? You're young."

Ecco had dropped her usual poker face a bit and tried to act a bit unsure. It would probably reassure that woman. "Is it unusual?"

"Quite."

"One can have problems at any age. And I have a problem I need to get rid off. I can't really explain why…"

"Professionals like me don't ask for such things. The only questions I ask will be about the target and if you have the money."

"I do."

"Good. One half now, the other once the job is done. It's as simple as that. So, tell me more about this problem."

"I brought a picture."

She showed him the picture of a businessman, a man Jeremiah had trouble with recently. At least this encounter would be useful in many ways. Tabitha didn't ask why that guy had to die, as she said, she was a professional. Ecco gave her his name and address and gave her half of the money.

"Alright, I will take care of him."

"While we're at it, I also wanted to know more about you…"

"Kid, I don't ask about your life, don't ask about mine."

"I'm not a kid, I'm twenty. And I'm not talking about your life, but about your abilities. Are you just a…"

"You can use the word 'cleaner'." Ecco couldn't help but notice the way Tabitha looked at her all over. Seemed like this Tigress might have a thing for blonds. "Well, I'm not just that. I can also be an excellent thief, with or without victims, it's as you wish."

"And what if I needed information from someone? Or…What if I needed to have someone do something…I'm sorry, maybe I'm not clear enough?"

"You mean like breaking someone's will? Brainswash them?"

Ecco acted as she was a bit intimidated by those words, still playing the spooked girl. "Oh, more like…Tricking them maybe."

"Hum…That can be done, but honestly, brainwashing would bring much more results in my opinion. But now I know some people aren't comfortable with it. Who would be that person?"

"Oh, it's not really a thing for now, maybe I will be able to use other ways."

"You'll contact me if you need my services with that. Remember, the other half when the job is done. Give me a number where I can contact when it's done."

After giving her such number, Ecco stopped her as she was about to leave. "Wait, I had a last question."

"Go ahead."

"Can you explain me a bit more about that brainwashing thing?"

"It's simple kid. I can do basic, simple manipulation on someone, things which won't even be illegal. But I also can take things roughly. I can…Twist someone's brain, without even damaging their body, and it can go from breaking their will to making them a conditioned slave. Is that clear enough?"

"Yes. Thanks a lot."

They shook hands and Tabitha left her. Ecco left as well, and this time, she didn't play the spooked lady anymore. She made sure to stay at a safe distance from her and started following the woman.

"I saw her coming back to Galavan's penthouse, that's how I get to the conclusion she worked for him. But if she is his sister, then, she probably knows a lot."

"If she is that dangerous and tough, then her brother will never believe her to be anyone's mole."

"How are you gonna get to use her?"

"Well, when a good talk isn't enough, chemical products can be a great help. It could be a good occasion to do some little tests…I might have an idea."

O o O

The next morning, when he finally managed to get away from Jerome, he decided to try and go again to see Jonathan. He didn't know if they would let him pass or not. Marina was with him again, she had hurriedly joined him after coming back from the toilets where she had locked herself with a guy. Both of them were happy at the prospect to see their friend. The guard didn't let them through today.

"It was a one-time permission you got. You're not allowed to go and see any other inmate today."

"Why?"

"It's the rules."

"Is it Strange who decided of that or Jerome Valeska?"

The guard huffed: "Whichever decided, they surely got more power than you here."

That was enough to make Bruce want to punch the guy. He forgot what Alfred had told him about counting to 3 in his head in order to keep calm.

"You realize you actually allowed a lunatic maniac to manipulate you!"

"It doesn't matter what you think, kid. Here you are nothing but a prisoner like another. All your money can't…"

"Is there a problem?" A female voice suddenly asked.

Bruce's breath stopped as he recognized that voice. He turned around to see Dr Thompkins, wearing a white doctor robe. What?! When did she come back?! Now that she was here in front of him, he felt a different kind of fear.

Totally oblivious to what was really happening, the guard just replied that Bruce and Marina had nothing to do here.

"I will take care of them. Sorry for that."

"You got nothing to be sorry for," the guy replied with a lustful look.

She gently put an arm on Bruce's shoulders and made him walk away with her. He didn't dare to resist, thousand of questions were running through his head. Marina mumbled that she really wished to see Jonathan.

"I'll see if can arrange that for you, you should be able to visit your friend indeed. Go back to the Common Room, Miss. I need to speak with Bruce."

"Oh, you're going to sleep together? I can participate…"

"No, it's nothing like that. Just do as I said."

Marina sheepishly complied. Lee silently led him to her new office and even though he died to break the silence, he couldn't. What did she want? She surely thought he killed Gordon and hated him for it. Would she try to hurt him? He could defend himself but he didn't want to hurt her. She closed the door and took him by the shoulders.

"Bruce, look at me in the eyes, and tell me what happened. Did you really do that?"

Hope bloomed in his chest as he heard those words. "I didn't kill Jim, I swear."

She looked at him intensely before nodding. "Okay…Okay."

"Please, listen to me because I think I know what might have happened."

She gave a nod and he started to tell everything about Galavan who wanted Wayne Enterprises, how he had discovered he had sent his niece to manipulate him and how said niece had given him names and those two words on a piece of paper, and his theory. Lee was slightly agape at the end of this. That was crazy to imagine such a ploy, especially against someone so young. But it was Gotham, a crazy and merciless city. And she could actually believe Bruce's version much more than the official one.

"Please believe me, I could never do this!"

"Okay, I believe you."

A part of her whispered that this boy was maybe crazy and in denial about what he did. It would be logical for Bruce to reinvent reality to try to erase his guilt. But on the other hand, she knew Bruce, he loved Gordon and had no reasons to kill him. And that theory of a fake Bruce was technically possible, the boy had been her patient for some times, and even if he had some issues with his parents' death, he wasn't demented. For now, she would believe in his innocence.

She gently took his hands and he squeezed those. "I know it must be very hard for you, but you have to hold on. Did you tell anyone about those names?"

"I told Alfred. He will try to do something."

She promised herself she would visit him. "How do you feel about all this?"

"I'm angry. I just want to fight and it's horribly frustrating because I don't know how, I don't know who did that, and it's horrible to think they are somewhere, rejoicing, while Jim is dead and I'm here. And I want Jim to come back…"

He spoke to her openly, and it felt good. It was incredibly good to speak of what he felt with someone he could trust, someone who wouldn't plot against him. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even ask how you feel too."

"It wasn't over between Jim and me, and yet the idea of knowing him dead is just…Dreading me. I'm wondering about everything, maybe it was a mistake to break up, I don't know. All that is sure, is that I want to know who did that, what really happened. And I'm not leaving you here."

He felt lighter, knowing he wasn't as alone as before in Arkham.

O o O

Finding Selina hadn't been easy for Alfred, he had spent the previous day searching for her after Silver's visit, and it was only the next evening that he managed to finally sight her. After every stunt she and Bruce had pulled, after every time they found themselves in those streets, Alfred knew a few spots where he could find her, but the streets were still vast. At least, convincing her had been less difficult.

"Just so you know, I'm not exactly used to go and see illegal plastic surgeon. It will take Some times. You didn't think of checking normal doctors?"

"I doubt any normal doctors got involved. It would be too dangerous for whoever did that."

She didn't want to talk about it to Alfred but she had been really worried and confused about all of this. Since what happened with her mother, she had been angry at Bruce, very angry. But no matter how furious she was, she couldn't believe that Bruce could have killed Gordon, he looked up at the guy and always trusted him. But she had seen the video once and God did that guy look like Bruce. Someone getting surgery…The video was good enough to identify Bruce, but it wouldn't have recorded something like little details after surgery.

"At least, I know where to go if I want to find one. How did you even heard of those people?"

"Miss St Cloud. She gave us those hints?"

"That little bitch?! And you believe her?"

"I don't put too much hopes in her, this could be a trap. But I can't just leave this unexplored, even if there is only a tiny chance."

"So what, you think she feels remorse? Believe me, she is nothing but a…"

"Believe me, people can be surprising. They aren't what they always seem to be."

"Oh, where did you learn that? By opening doors and taking coats?"

"No, in the streets and in the army," he replied, his jaw tight and his voice hard. "Years on the battlefield can teach you a lot, and you're not the only around who had a rough childhood."

She was a bit surprised at this. He went in the army? Maybe Bruce had mentioned it once, she didn't remember. It was weird to imagine that stuck-up butler being a soldier, holding a gun and killing someone. And did he really live in the streets? She had a hard time believing that, not only she couldn't imagine him young, but she would have thought he grew in some boring English village and in an equally boring house.

"Yeah, well, I still have doubts." And not only about Silver.

"Doubt as much as you want, I'm not asking you to believe it one hundred percent. I still want to be sure, if she truly gave him hints, I can't leave it unexplored."

She shrugged. It wasn't easy at all, Selina had to check with some of her 'friends' or 'business partners', but she eventually discovered who Maria Changeler was: a plastic surgeon who had been kicked out of the profession for financial wrongdoing. She had a clandestine cabinet now, and would have a lot of clients among criminals. Changeler was probably not even her real name, but at least, she was real and she was indeed a plastic surgeon.

"You got an address?"

"I just know the street she lives in. It shouldn't be that hard to find her, then."

"And nothing on that Tobias guy?"

"Nope."

"Well, I guess we'll have to ask Ms Changeler about it. I take a wild guess it could be the one who took Bruce's place."

She shrugged once more. As they arrived, they saw a street like any others. They started to search for what could be a hidden entrance when two guys walked toward them, looking at Selina in particular. They both looked around eighteen, not men yet but tall. They both looked already drunk and were laughing like idiots.

"Hey, sexy, wanna have a drink with us?" Asked the first one.

"I'll pass," Selina dryly replied.

"Come on, we're two really nice guy, and we know how to…"

"I think she has been clear: she will pass," Alfred declared, not liking their behavior one bit.

"She is a bit too young for you, grandpa! Come on, you'll like us…"

He tried to grab but before could get a hold and before she could hit him, Alfred swiftly hit the guy in the throat and punched him violently in the chest, making him slam against the closest car. The other one went to attack him but Selina kicked him the crotch and Alfred just elbowed him in the head, making him fall. Selina gave him a hard kick in the head, knocking him out. Alfred turned back to the other one who was trying to find his balance by leaning against the car. He seized him and slammed him back against the car.

"Okay, let me tell you one thing: I don't like guys who act like that with girls, and if you don't want to finish like your friend, you'll have to tell me something."

"'Kay! Anything you want!"

Selina took out her knife and threatened him with it. "Remember you'd rather not lie, you freaking perv! We're searching for a certain surgeon, Maria."

"A plastic surgeon, she works in the street."

"Y..Yeah, the third turn on the right, The entrance is right after the trash bin!"

"Good."

Alfred punched him and let him fall on the floor. As they walked away, Selina looked back at the two.

"I could have handled them."

"I was around, I wasn't going to let them hurt you without moving. If we're doing this together, we have to act as a team, remember that."

"Chill out, old man. Look, it's probably here."

They easily found the entrance. It was open already. There was a stair leading down to another door. It was already slightly open. They pushed it and immediately stopped at what they saw. A woman was tied and gagged to the operation chair, and two people were in here. Before they could do something, a gun was pointed at them.

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