Chapter 10: Continuing On

"What was I thinking!?" Bruce exclaimed as entered Wayne Manor via front door. "Inviting her here. That's practically a death sentence." Cassie heard his voice and slowly and fearfully came downstairs to greet him. He turned to face her and his expression softened when he saw her fear.

"What's wrong?" Bruce asked sincerely.

"Are you mad at me?" Cassie asked.

"No," Bruce responded hastily. "Of course not. Why would think that?"

"You were yelling," Cassie said. "I thought you were mad at me." Bruce shook his head, knelt down, and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I wasn't mad at you," Bruce informed.

"Why were you yelling?" Cassie asked.

"I was mad at myself," Bruce responded. "I invited a friend over and I didn't even give her a date, first of all. And second of all, I invited her over."

"Is she mean?" Cassie asked.

"No, it's...complicated," Bruce answered. "Anyway, how was your day?"

"Good," Cassie responded. "Just ordinary." Her stomach growled.

"Have you ea-drank yet?" Bruce asked. She shook her head. "I'll get you something from the fridge." He went over to the fridge and pulled out a vile of blood, uncorked it, and pored it into a glass before giving it to Cassie. She took a quick sip before making a disgust-filled face.

"Pig's blood?" Cassie questioned. Bruce nodded. She made a disgusted face before slowly taking another sip. Bruce took out another vile and gave it to her.

"Drink this instead," Bruce responded. Cassie handed him the vile of pig's blood and took a sip of this other type. She smiled.

"Mummm, chicken blood," Cassie said. She drank it whole-heartedly while Bruce drank the rest of the pig's blood. "So why is it so bad that you invited a friend over?"

"I thought you might not want to have someone over so soon," Bruce responded.

"Yes but..." Cassie started. "But...I don't want you to drop your whole life for me. Besides she might be nice. It would be nice to have a friend."

Wonder Woman had her glasses plugged in and was searching through the profiles of the men she had taken a picture of. Robert walked into the monitor room and stood right next to Wonder Woman.

"You called me?" Robert questioned.

"Yes," Wonder Woman said. "I went to an elite party in Gotham last night and I managed to find possibilities of who might be Batman."

"How?" Robert asked.

"We know that Batman is rich or is connected to someone rich, has an athletic build, is young, and tall," Wonder Woman started. "So I managed to snap pictures of people who fit the bill using my undercover glasses."

"Clever," Robert said. "So who did you find?" She pulled up all of the names before clicking one. The profile was of a young man he was 5'10", had green eyes, brown hair, and was very lean.

"Paul Greenwood," Wonder Woman stated. "He's 26 years old, graduate from Gotham University, and is the CEO of one of the most profitable businesses out there, Greenwood Tech. He is married, has no children, and is known to shy away from most public outings."

"He seems to fit but..." Robert started.

"He's too lean," Wonder Woman said. "Also I've check his history. He's lived a pretty luxurious life. The only thing I found in his profile that could possibly be a motive is that his half-sister and brother were victims of child abuse from their mother and stepfather. When it was discovered Paul and his half-siblings' father had the two of them removed from their care. They've been living comfortable ever since."

"Keep him on the list," Robert responded. "He fits everything else and Batman's suit may disguise his build. Next." Wonder Woman pulled up another. This one was 5'9", with brown scruffy hair, beard, and mustache, had dark blue eyes, and was muscular though he was a bit round in the stomach.

"Jonathan Watson," Wonder Woman read. "He's 29 years old, just recently graduated from Union, and is a retired marine. He served for 4 years in Afghanistan before coming home and currently work at the world's most popular gun range."

"He fits everything except for the money," Robert said.

"The owner might be the one paying for everything," Wonder Woman responded. "The owner is a millionaire from the looks of things."

"Yes but we're looking for someone connected to the technology world not just the money world," Robert stated. "Also his stomach is a little to big around for Batman."

"Okay so it's not him," Wonder Woman said as she took him off the list. "That's helpful." She pulled up another file just then Cyborg walked in.

"Hey, you two, I need the computer so I can track David Cain," Cyborg informed them. "Also it's my turn for monitor duty. So if you don't mind..."

"We need it to find Batman," Robert stated. "You can have it when we're done."

"Guys, Batman has been doing this for almost ten years," Cyborg reminded. "And he's an expert at covering his tracks. And I get that he's an escaped vampire convict but David Cain is a murder. We need to find him before he hurts anymore people. Batman hasn't killed anyone."

"Are you saying we should quit?" Wonder Woman questioned a bit angrily.

"No, I'm saying we should rearrange our priorities," Cyborg said. "Cain's a murderer and is still out there planning who know what. And Batman is probably going to lay low until this whole thing blows over. So as of right now, it would be more profitable if we look for Cain. We can look for Batman later."

"When did you get so wise?" Robert questioned.

"Hey, just because I like to joke around doesn't mean I can't be serious," Cyborg responded. "Seriously guys, I need the computer. Please get off." Diana sighed.

"Fine," Diana stated with a hint of anger in her tone. She unplugged her glasses from the computer and walked toward out of the monitor room.