Now Batman is on my side.

And now I need to keep him that way.

I also need to keep Chainsaw unaware of everything.

Looks like it will be a busy night.

BATMAN BEYOND REVISITED

EPISODE:

INQUE'S POV 3: The Plan

"So, then. What's your plan?" Batman asked after bringing me to his Batcave.

He was reluctant, but his pal Nightwing convinced him. Said he wanted to run tests on my DNA's structure.

"I need you to be my eyes and ears. I can't get into restricted rooms back at the hideout. I need you to find this machine while I stall my boss."

"Any ideas where I should start looking?" He asked with quite clear skepticism.

"I'd start with the ground floor. Direct line to the power cables and the generators. Lots of space as well. It's a perfect source for how much power the thing would take to work."

"Which is how much?"

"I'm not certain, but it could possibly black out the whole city for quite a few months."

"Seems like you got it figured out." Batgirl said.

I looked at the woman in the wheelchair.

By how the costumes fit Nightwing and Batgirl, it was apparent they hadn't worn them in a long time. They likely were just wearing them to hide their identities from me.

"Yes, I do. Except for how I'm going to keep Chainsaw busy."

"Simple. Talk to him about how you killed me." Batman said.

He went over to the cases and pulled out a duplicate of his suit.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Proof."

He began to rip the suit up. Then he took his glove off and used a batarang to cut open his skin on his hand.

I sat and watch as he stained and destroyed the suit before he tossed it to me.

I outstretched my hand to grab it.

"Hopefully this will do." I worried. "If Chainsaw doesn't believe me after I give him this, then I'm screwed."

"Don't keep it." Nightwing said as he worked at the computer.

"With the people I'm giving this to? No promises."

Nightwing glared at me. "You're lucky to even be here. Don't even think about betraying our trust."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Nightwing sighed. "Now I see why you have a crush on her. You two are a lot alike."

I looked at Batman, surprised, but he looked away.

So... He felt it too...

I almost smiled, but then I remembered the task at hand and stood up. "So... Let's go beatdown some clowns."

We decided to wait a few hours before going to the hideout.

I held the destroyed batsuit in my hand as the real Bat stood next to me in, as he called it, stealth mode.

"We meet back here in one hour. If one of us doesn't make it here by that time, assume they're in trouble." he whispered.

I nodded and went over to the rundown building.

Chainsaw was waiting for me.

"So, goo girl is back." He spoke with that menacing voice. "I hope you didn't return with bad news."

I could tell he was pissed.

Usually, Jokerz are all smiles and laughs. Not this group. Only killing and torture can make these people happy. They're typically angry otherwise.

"I got great news. Batman is dead." I spoke with fake glee.

"Oh? Well, you better not be lying." Chainsaw warned me, crossing his arms as he smoked a huge cigarette. He clearly didn't believe me. "You know I hate liars."

"I know. So I brought this for proof."

I tossed the suit to his feet.

He looked down and, for a moment, I thought I could see an impressed expression on his face.

"So, you did kill him. Not bad. There may be a promotion for you yet. Now, tell me something..." He leaned in close to my face. "What was his identity?"

"He was some random kid. A no-name playing hero."

"What did he look like?"

I paused for a second.

I had to think of carefully on how to describe him. I don't want to accurately describe him by mistake. Though it surprisingly didn't take long to think.

"He had his hair dyed a bluish purple, he had red eyes, likely from genetic modification, and a scar in the shape of an X on his forehead." The first two were not uncommon among the public. Bizarre hair and eye colors was the new fad, so it's not unrealistic.

"Interesting..." he smiled.

For a few seconds, I thought he fell for it. But then he opened up his big, fat, cigarette-stinking mouth.

"Because that's not what my guard tells me."

I frowned. "What?"

"I'm not stupid. I knew as soon as you first talked to the bat that you'd betray me. Every room has a thermal scan, Inque. Now I have your friend because you were too damn stupid to realize."