Chapter Two
Bruce Wayne descended the elevator to the Bat Cave. He walked confidently to the mega computer that was situated centrally against the back wall. He sat down and began punching some algorithms.
"Ah, Master Wayne, I see you're at it bright and early," Alfred said. Alfred was the Wayne family butler, and father figure to Bruce.
"Crime waits for no one, Alfred," Bruce said. "I've been hearing chatter about a turf war. Commissioner Gordon was vague on the information, but with his limited resources, I'm not surprised." He typed further. "My money's on Penguin. The Joker's in Arkham for four months. Unless this was in motion before he was caught."
Alfred stood behind his friend. "Yes, I'm aware of that lack of resources. Maybe a grant from the Wayne Foundation could ease their pain, Sir?"
Bruce tapped at the keys and flipped a switch to raise a map table from the floor. "The thought has crossed my mind. I think Jim would be too proud to accept it."
"Maybe you might be surprised," Alfred offered. "It's at least worth a try."