Sorry for the long time between updates. Writer's block can certainly be a bee with an itch at times.
Chapter 16: A Wonderful Day
Diana woke up feeling somehow completely different than she ever had before. She'd never realized before this moment that there was a feeling deep in the recesses of her mind of a tension she'd not even realized she held until now as it had disappeared. She couldn't be sure why it was gone or why she'd never really noticed it before, but now could clearly feel how it had vanished. Last night obviously had something to do with the tension's disappearance, and she had to admit that it'd been an amazing experience for her. More amazing than she could ever have imagined. Even though she'd never intended for anything to happen between Bruce and her, she couldn't bring herself to regret what had transpired as she opened her eyes to look over at the man sleeping so peacefully next to her.
She gently rolled over onto her side being careful to prevent the shifting of weight from jostling Bruce from his slumber. She found that she greatly enjoyed watching him sleep, especially with the soft pattering sound of the rainfall slowly tapping on the roof. He looked so at peace and content at the time, and she felt like she could just watch him sleeping for hours and be happy. She also found that she couldn't help herself as her hand almost instinctively reached out to sit on top of Bruce in a position where her thumb could gently graze against his bare body in a back and forth motion over what had become a new scar from the gunshot wound at the airport parking area weeks ago. She knew that it was what would become the first of many scars that would come to define his night time activities in an effort to protect his city. At least until the timeline was restored, and then all the old original scars would take their rightful place as well.
At the thought of that, Diana then began to wonder about just how she was going to explain what happened to the actual timeline's Bruce. He'd made it abundantly clear before that the relationship between the two of them could remain as solely professional, vividly recalling his words to her. Bruce Wayne is the type of person that doesn't typically take no for an answer, at least not the first time. Even dealing with an angry Amazon wouldn't have stopped him from trying to reach out again.
Diana then recalled how he'd in turn ended that very same conversation by telling her of how he wanted to remain friends, and now she found that she was conflicted as she looked at the Bruce sleeping next to her. The real Bruce had admitted to trusting her, but would he still feel that way if he were informed that they'd been extremely intimate in a different timeline? Should she even tell him? She threw that question out almost as soon as it came to her, knowing that she'd have to eventually. He'd pick up on something being wrong from just the way that she'd look at him, and she would never lie to cover something up. Even still though, she didn't regret what happened.
Breaking her from her thoughts, the sleeping man next to her moved and moaned a little bit; driving her to instead focus on what was happening at the current moment. His movement caused her hand to slide a little on his body, and Bruce gasped as his hands instinctively grabbed hers. "Don't." He whispered after sucking in a quick breath of air. "That tickles."
Diana couldn't help but smile brightly as Bruce cracked his eyelids open to see her looking at him. Her cheeks were still sore from the contorted smiling caused by the Joker's poison, but she didn't mind the pain at the moment. The current situation seemed more than worth a little pain. "Good morning Bruce." She greeted him as she laid her head down on his shoulder while draping one of her legs protectively over him.
"Good afternoon actually." Bruce corrected, glancing at the clock and seeing that it had moved passed noon. "But it's still the best I can recall ever feeling after waking up. Although I have to admit that the view is certainly helping with that feeling now."
Diana quickly realized what Bruce had meant, following his eyes as he was glancing down to see her uncovered and naked body. She gently slapped him on the chest in fake admonishment for ogling her, but secretly enjoyed the knowledge that his attention was fixated solely on her. He was attracted to her and wasn't hiding that fact at all as he was drinking her in, and for the first time she found that she enjoyed having a man's complete attention focused solely on her. Being somewhat aware of the late start to the day, she eventually forced herself against her body's will to sit up and reach for Bruce's dress shirt, slipping into it and buttoning it half way up before getting off the bed and locating her panties. After slipping them on, she made her way to the balcony door and pulled open the curtains to take in the scenery.
By the time Diana reached for the door handles of the balcony, Bruce had jumped out of bed and slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist affectionately. He then began to torturously manipulate their positioning so that he could start kissing her on the neck in a trail that was seemingly leading up to her ear. She deeply enjoyed the feeling that his affection was causing, and her body was beginning to react to it as well. "Bruce." She managed to eventually call out without allowing a pleasure revealing moan to slip out. If he kept it up, they might not make it out of the bedroom at all.
"Hmm?" Was his only response as he continued heading for her ear. He was focused on making his way up to a sensitive spot that he'd discovered during the night that almost caused her to melt as soon as his lips hit it just right, and he wanted to see if he could do that to her again.
Diana's hands reached up and back and started to glide her fingers through his hair of their own volition. She was beginning to lose her composure. "Don't…. you think…..we should…" Diana fought to get out before a knock came at the bedroom door, interrupting her from continuing, but also his assault on her neck. Bruce let out a frustrated growl as Diana's composure seemed to return, his head padding down into the crook of her neck.
"Yes." Bruce eventually responded to the knock on the door.
"Terribly sorry for the interruption Master Bruce, but Master Thomas and Mistress Martha have requested both yours and Miss Diana's presence for a late lunch out on the veranda." Alfred called out thankfully without opening the door. "The meal will be ready within the hour sir."
"Thank you Alfred, we'll be there." Bruce grumbled before reluctantly releasing his hold on Diana, much to his own disappointment. "I guess they know what happened, and now we can't just skip to dessert."
Diana knew instantly what he'd actually meant, and smiled at his words as she turned around to face him fully. "Alfred's timing is impeccable it seems." She responded as she reached out and allowed her hands to slide down his bare chest. "After all, we still have some other things that need to be dealt with today as well."
"Right." Bruce growled as he dejectedly headed for his closet to get some fresh clothes.
Realization then struck for Diana that she wasn't in her own room with her clothes, but when she opened and peered through the bedroom door for any onlookers, she noticed that a laundry basket containing some of her clean clothes and toiletries was sitting in front of the doorway. Thankful that she wouldn't have to traipse about to her room in nothing but Bruce's shirt and her underwear, she pulled it in and slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. It didn't however end up being so quick as she found that her shower wasn't permitted to be in solitude. Bruce could barely seem to keep his hands and eyes off of her, and once again she found that she didn't mind. At one point though it actually caused her to think about the Bruce from the original timeline again. She couldn't help but to wonder if somewhere, somehow this man that was showering with her now could be hidden within the training, within the dedication of the Bat? She had to admit though that she wasn't sure if she'd ever get to find out, but hoped one day she would find him and that he could be brought out for the world to see.
After managing to finish showering and getting dressed, lunch turned out to be delicious as only it could be with Alfred at the helm of the kitchen. The view was also pleasant as well even with the still falling rain as they all ate outside under the covered veranda that was set out next to Martha's luscious flower garden. The scents of flowers mixed with rain had the fresh smell of spring about it to only add to the moment. Everything about the day seemed to be pleasant. Even the clouds seemed to be bright with the sun wanting to pierce through, but not quite able to just yet. It seemed only a matter of time though before even the sun would get its way to share in the glory.
It was plainly evident that Thomas and Martha were well aware of what Bruce and Diana had been up to throughout the night and all morning long, but even that couldn't put a damper on how light Diana felt. Their not seeming to mind helped to keep most embarrassing conversation stymied, and in fact if she were forced to make an assumption, they seemed to be relieved to know that the relationship had been solidified. Bruce seemed to appreciate that they didn't take the opportunity to poke too much fun at the expense of the pairing as well. However in looking over at him, Diana could see how his parents came to the conclusion instantly. He was grinning like an idiot, and seeing that caused her to smile as well. She'd never seen this Bruce or the one from the real timeline seem so happy. The smile was genuine and beautiful, and she found that she wanted to see it whenever she could as it was like a miraculous event had occurred.
Once the delectable meal was finished, Bruce managed to change conversation topics and started talking shop with his father. He asked for and received permission to take some fifty or more projects off the table and the books of Wayne Enterprises to be added to WayneTech. Thomas looked questioningly at him over a few that had been mothballed due to cost effectiveness, but that only lasted until Bruce explained his ideas about the direction he'd intended to go with those. Thomas couldn't argue that there was at least some intrigue to see what his son's visions might come up with that helped drive his decision as well. Meanwhile Martha and Diana went about with their own conversation topics, finding common ground in charitable ideas to help better the world. Diana shared some good ideas from her previous experiences that Martha excitedly listened to, and intended to apply in the near future.
Eventually all of the conversations ceased, and the sun finally managed to push through the clouds, bringing about an end to the rain. As the two couples stood from their seats, Martha suggested that they all head into the city later for dinner, but Bruce politely declined stating that he'd already made plans for an intimate evening with Diana. This surprised Diana initially, but as soon as he'd led her to the garage he informed her that the plans were more of a ruse to grant them additional time for seeking out the Joker. Upon that admission, Diana did admonish him for lying to his parents. She'd come to like and respect both of them, and felt a growing connection to his mother, but Bruce told her that secrecy seemed like the best option to protect his parents for the time being. He needed to be well established first or else they'd never accept him taking such a risk, or even worse would try to get involved themselves. They'd done enough for the city, and he wanted them to be safe.
Even though Diana wasn't pleased with the deception, she willingly joined him in one of the cars, and they headed off into the city. Eventually Bruce pulled into another warehouse, this one marked as being owned by Wayne Enterprises. At Diana's questioning look, he offered an explanation. "This is the location of the mothballed projects that I asked for permission to take. Even though I just asked, I'd already taken all of the documentation from Wayne Enterprises and had it all removed. None of the people that worked on the ones I'm actually interested in are still with the company."
"What are we here to do though?" Diana asked.
"We're taking two crates to the cave before tonight." Bruce answered as he pointed to two very large crates. "There's another access point to the cave where I'm going to take a semi to, and from there I need you to get them into the cave while I return the truck."
Diana moved over to one of the crates and began to lift it. "This is rather heavy Bruce." She admitted. "Just what are we moving?"
"I realized that I was ill equipped to leave the cave in my armor, and using my bike is too dangerous if I'm spotted on it." Bruce replied. "I need to be able to leave without having to worry about being recognized, and these two specific items will help to rectify that."
Diana pulled one metal crate open to reveal a vehicle, and the other a jet. "The Batwing and Batmobile." Diana murmured as she looked both over. While blatantly different than what she was familiar with, there were still enough similarities to see what they could each eventually become with the right modifications.
"I wasn't sure what to call them, but I have to admit those aren't all that bad." Bruce admitted as he stood next to her. "The truck's over here that we can use to transport them."
It took a little over two hours to make all the arrangements and get the vehicles secured into the cave. Diana removed them from the semi once they arrived, and she carried them into the cave while Bruce left to return the semi. Once the crates were safely inside, she opened them and set them in the positions that the original Batman had placed them in the cave, and then realized how this Bruce was going to have some serious modifications to make. Before he could even use the jet especially; the path that would function as its exit in the original timeline needed to be opened up a bit and then clear out all the growth that was coursing throughout it.
When Bruce returned from dropping off the semi, Diana saw that he had also brought with him a large duffle bag, but he dropped it at the base of the stairs upon entering the cave. As he got closer he realized that not only had she just dragged in the crates, but she'd moved the vehicles into the parts of the cave that he'd anticipated storing them to begin with. She'd even had enough time to shape and position a hanging apparatus for the jet while she waited for him to return. The only logical explanation that he could come up with to explain how she seemed to know just what he'd planned was that this other version of himself and he seemed to think quite a bit alike. That process of thought only made him believe that he would soon become the champion Diana had described. At least he certainly appeared to be following the correct path.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Bruce went right to work on the Batmobile, needing it completed before the sun set. With Diana's help, he removed many of the outer shell pieces, and used some machinery to either alter the original panels or replace them outright. After a couple of hours though Diana began to grow impatient with the desire to find and put a stop to a certain demented clown. She'd already changed into her uniform and left him to work on the car alone as she instead sat at his computer system looking for any potential clues. He couldn't help but to notice the anxiousness of the situation with Diana, and didn't want to hold her up. "Look Diana, I've got about another hour to go before I'll be finished here." He said. "The computer system doesn't have enough information about the Joker to rely on yet. Why don't you take the radio and go one without me. I already have the computer set to alert me if and when the Joker comes up on any radio wave, and if that happens I can pinpoint and give you the location."
She spun around in the computer chair, and gave him a questioning look for a moment. Her eyes narrowed as she debated whether or not he might be about to do something incredibly stupid. "Very well." She tentatively responded. "But contact me immediately if you run into the clown before we meet back up. Don't take on the Joker alone. He's too dangerous to take on like that."
"I won't." Bruce replied. Convinced of his honesty, Diana walked over to him placing a soft kiss against his lips before flying off through the cave's beach exit. Bruce stood still for a moment enjoying the feel and taste that Diana left on his lips before he turned back to focusing on the car. He'd finished altering the exterior enough to change how it looked in an effort to conceal any possible discovery of where it originally came from, and was almost finished with the final task of linking the onboard computer system to the super computer in the cave. After that was finished, he planned to move on to the contents in the duffle bag, and then he'd be ready to leave for patrol and eventually meet back up with Diana.
Diana was still feeling rather euphoric as she flew through the city skyline, although she occasionally felt a slight discomfort like a minor headache. It was nothing to push that small discomfort aside as she enjoyed what was still a rare beautiful night for Gotham. There was little more than an occasional soft breeze from the increasingly cloudless night. It just added to the entire day as everything had turned out to be incredibly wonderful for her. It was so much so that she was brimming with a confidence that it was a sign of things to come. The setting sun was giving way to the moon, and the moon was shining brilliantly over the tall skyscrapers like a protective night light. Thankfully for her it also would serve to help her with the search for the Joker. She planned to scour the city until she could locate some of his men and muscle her way into discovering where he was holed up. He was going to be in prison before the night ended. She could almost taste it.
After two hours of flying from rooftop to rooftop, Diana's search for the Joker and his men had been fruitless, but that didn't take away from her feeling of confidence. It wasn't all for nothing though as she spent the time flying around to process some questions regarding what had happened recently with the changes in time. At first she'd wondered if something with the time jumper had changed. Until recently he'd been saving people, and now it seemed that the last change did more harm than good. That was why she now wondered if the Joker had somehow gotten to the jumper or perhaps even somehow discovered how to use the ability himself to change time where it benefited his actions. If that turned out to be the case, then it would certainly explain the whole situation at the warehouse with the poisoned gas, and how it went from not affecting her at all to her dire state the previous night. Diana remembered clearly how she'd seen the green gas wafting through the vents and made sure not to inhale any of it, she was sure of it. So something had to have been changed. Not only had she been affected, but the other victims were as well as they'd went from being released from the hospital to never making it out of the hospital alive.
Diana also recalled feeling that same debilitating pain of a time change that had almost killed her the first time before she'd been informed on how to handle such instances by Apollo. Now when she felt it coming, she could accept it, and that dwindled the intensity to that of experiencing a migraine. In any case, if the Joker had anything to do whatsoever with the changes in time now, that only hastened the need to get to him and fix what had been done.
"Diana, come in." Bruce called out through the radio, interrupting her from her thoughts.
"Go ahead." Diana responded after shaking her head to focus on the conversation.
"Police scanners are picking up a robbery on the east end." Bruce described. "Lots of gunfire, there are some expected casualties. At least one officer is down."
"Send me the coordinates. I'll check it out." Diana replied, and shortly after she had the address; taking off in the direction of the robbery.
"I'll meet you there." Bruce informed her. "Batman out."
For a moment, Bruce's response caused Diana to pause. He'd never referred to himself as Batman until now. If she had to admit it he even sounded similar to Batman and that completely threw her, but she knew that she had to keep moving forward. There were innocent people in need of help. So she shoved the eerie feeling aside and pressed on toward the robbery location.
Back in the cave, Bruce went over to a table where he'd earlier emptied the contents of the duffel bag. Nothing like field testing, he thought to himself as he began picking up pieces of an experimental armored suit. It was much lighter than his current armor with a nomex-Kevlar weave material layered underneath separated armor plates. He'd also went with Diana's suggestion that a cape would be beneficial even though he still wasn't quite sure how yet. He was certain though that through testing it out he would find at least one good use for it, and then he'd be able to make any necessary modifications.
The final piece he had left to put on was the helmet, which he'd changed the design and slimmed down while also choosing to leave the mouth area uncovered. This would help with not needing speakers to speak from behind the original helmet. The helmet was in two pieces that sealed together on the sides using locking clasps below and above the ear area that were molded into the helmet. He'd also molded the helmet to have horns adorning the top, giving him what felt like a more bat-like look to the whole uniform. Inside one ear was an antenna to pick up radio signal, and the other were sensors to support the computer that was installed into his right hand gauntlet instead of the former and bulkier helmet. The only modification that he'd been inclined to make was as a result of having to deal with Diana's situation and Joker's toxic gas. Around the mouth area now were small latches that would allow a gas mask apparatus to be attached, and thusly completely seal to the helmet offering the protection that he might one day need. This gas mask attachment was collapsible and now stored inside of a compartment on his belt. Satisfied with the modification, he clasped the helmet together around his head, and gave himself a brief once over, finding that he approved of the look before sprinting over to what Diana had dubbed as the "Batmobile."
Within seconds the engine was fired up and the car streaked out through a rocky tunnel before splashing through a waterfall and making his way onto an old country road. He pressed the gas pedal to the floor and continued to rocket down the old road. Within mere minutes he could see the city limits, and calculated that he'd arrive after another five at his current rate. He only hoped that neither Diana nor he would be too late to stop the criminals before they managed to kill someone else.
Diana landed on an adjacent rooftop to the robbery. Taking in the scene before her, she could see that the criminals had barricaded themselves inside the building almost expertly. There were patrol cars littering the streets, some of them in mangled pieces but still the only thing protecting some police officers that had been injured during the gunfight. Their fellow officers were unable to make it close enough to help get them out of harm's way so they could receive medical treatment, lest they be joined by the criminal's gunfire. Any time one of them stepped forward to try, the among of gunfire increased exponentially. She knew that she could help them where others couldn't, and leapt into action using her bracelets to block the incoming gunfire after she'd landed next to the first injured officer. "Can you walk?" She asked, and when the man shook his head, she continued as she picked up a nearby cruiser to use as a shield. "Follow me and stay close. I'll get you to safety."
Inside the building, looks of shock at seeing a beautiful woman drop into the street from the sky were eventually replaced by the men taking aim and firing upon her. One of the criminals though took that moment to pull out a radio. "She's here boss." He called out. "Just like you said."
"Good." Was the response that he received. "Then you know what to do. Let's see just what we're dealing with."
"Right, sure thing boss." The criminal responded before looking over his shoulder to one of his teammates while pointing out the front of the lobby. "Take the rocket launcher and aim for the woman."
The criminal carrying the rocket launcher stepped forward before kneeling as he took aim. Once he was locked onto Diana, he fired the projectile without hesitation, and they all watched as the rocket sailed forward in the direction of its intended target.
Diana heard the distinct whistling sound of a rocket as it sailed out of the building. She had very little time to react as she glanced over to the incoming projectile, and swung her arm in an upward movement. Her bracer slammed into the rocket, altering its direction upward a few feet for a split second before it exploded. Diana had taken that moment to pull the cruiser she'd held in her other hand over herself and two injured officers she'd managed to reach, using it to block the force and debris of the exploding rocket. The force was enough to slam her down to her knees, but thankfully none of the shrapnel managed to get through her makeshift shield. Looking at it though, the cruiser couldn't be identified as a car any longer, and was next to useless as a shield either. Knowing that, Diana quickly tossed it aside before scooping up the two officers and taking off to get them away safely before the gunfire started up again.
As Diana handed off the second of the injured officers, she tilted her head at the sound of something rumbling toward her location. It only took a moment before she spotted what the noise was coming from though. Bruce had arrived and he was already using one of his new toys. A frown appeared on her face as she wondered what tests if any he'd performed on the vehicle before pulling it out to use. Especially with a rocket launcher among the weapons they were up against. Before she could contact him though, she watched as the car turn down another road that wouldn't bring him to the battle area unless he turned around. Holding up the radio, she questioned him. "Don't you think it would've been wise to properly test out the Batmobile when there's more free time? Where are you going?"
"Call it a field test." Bruce responded. "On my way here I pulled the schematics for the building that the crooks are holed up in. If you can keep their attention out front, I can slip in undetected and take them from behind before they know what hit them."
Diana didn't like this plan. Even though he was making quick strides, he was still a far cry from the polished hero that her Batman was. "Just be careful." She tentatively called out, knowing that now was not the time to argue. She decided that she would keep the attention on her, but she didn't intend to just be a decoy. She planned to advance into the building just in case Bruce couldn't get in undetected. Especially with not knowing just how many men were there to begin with.
The Batmobile came to a screeching halt about a block away from the back of the building that the criminals were housed in. He took a deep calming breath as the canopy popped up from its locked position before sliding forward and granting him his exit. He moved to the nearest sewer grate and broke it open so that his frame would fit. As soon as his feet landed, Bruce pulled out a flashlight while making a mental note to add night vision to the suit's arsenal, then moved forward until coming to a dead end. He turned to the right and spotted a ladder that led up to the basement area of the building. From there it was a matter of quietly making an entrance so that he could get up to the primary floor.
Inside the lobby, the crooks were firing continuously out into the street while one was on the radio with their boss. "She's still coming closer." He nervously radioed. "And she's using these sliver things on her arms to block everything the boys are throwing at her. How are we going to get out of here boss?"
"Getting out was not part of the plan." Came the boss' response. "I wanted to see what she could do, and you're the lab rats."
"But boss, you can't just leave us like th….." The criminal was interrupted by a sound coming from the direction of one of his men yelping as if he were in pain. Looking over, he could see that one man was down and apparently unconscious. He dropped the radio in favor of holding his own gun at that point as he spun around looking for what or who was responsible for taking out one of his crew, but he couldn't find anything that seemed out of place. Just as he began to think it was a what instead of who that had been the cause, he found that when he'd turned he was now staring right at a dark clad man. A quick glance caused him to simultaneously question if this thing was standing before him was even a man while he moved to point his gun at it, only to have the gun violently knocked from his grip. He was about to scream for help, but was stopped cold in his tracks by a violent fist that turned his world instantly black.
Diana managed to march into the front door of the building despite the dwindling amount of gunfire around her, and saw that Bruce had already disabled three of the men and was quickly approaching a fourth. Once he was down, one side of the lobby would be cleared. She was glad as she felt that same distracting dull pain in her head returning, but not enough to stop her as she took advantage of the limited amount of projectiles coming her way to fly over to the closest criminal to her. He was shaking with fear at not knowing what to do, and it only grew when she snatched the weapon from his grasp before bending it in half. He turned to run away only to slam into a pillar face first and that was the end of him. She turned to face what had become the last man standing, who was aiming at her with the rocket launcher. "Waa…One more step, and I'll shoot." The man stumbled to spit out.
"Right." Diana sarcastically responded as she didn't even hesitate in marching forward. "You do that and you won't survive the blast inside here. Lower your weapon and give up. It's your only option."
The man flinched at the thought before having the rocket launcher snatched away from his grip. Diana then roughly twisted his arm back behind him in a chicken wing hold. "What were you doing trying to rob the Federal Reserve?" She questioned.
"There's no currency here for you to grab." Came the deep baritone voice of Batman. Diana hadn't realized how much she actually missed hearing until that very moment. The criminal glanced over to see the man dressed in a bat personified armor, and when his eyes happened to peer into the evil looking white slits staring back at him, he proceeded to lose control of his bladder function before fainting. Batman looked over at Diana as she dropped the soiled criminal. "Is that normal?"
She smirked. "I'm sure that it won't happen every time. But now I know it's more likely based on the design of one's armor, and I also know who the original designer of the batsuit was. You look good."
"Thanks." Batman responded.
"Well isn't this interesting." A voice called out next to one of the criminals. The voice was unmistakable to Diana upon hearing it. She glanced down to where the sound came from and saw a radio.
Diana picked up the radio only to hear a maniacal giggle from the person on the other end. "Joker." She seethed through clenched teeth. Pushing the send button, she spoke into the microphone. "What are you planning Joker?"
"Ah I see my reputation precedes me." The Joker cooed. "But before we get to that, what's more important is getting acquainted don't you think? And speaking of, who's the guy with the pointy ears? Another wannabe hero? Not a bad look though."
"He is a hero." Diana responded emphatically. "Where are you? Give us a location and we'd be glad to show you just how true that is."
There was a pause and Diana felt another dull pain course through her head as she waited for the Joker's reply. Just as the pain faded away though, the clown didn't leave them hanging for an answer. "I'd say that a better plan of action for you two heroes would be to start from the beginning." The Joker laughed through the radio as Diana and Batman looked to one another trying to understand what the Joker had meant. When the Joker had his laugh he continued on. "Oh this is going to be so much more fun! Certainly more than that stick in the mud S Man was. He was such a disappointment after a wonderful start, but now that I have two of you to play with…What's that saying? Oh yes, double the pleasure…double my fun. See you at Stately Wayne Manor kiddies. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
So what did you all think? How did the Joker figure out to go to Wayne Manor? To find out you'll have to wait for Chapter 17!