With a deep inhale, Thomas wakes up behind the wheel of his car as if from a bad dream. He looks around the vehicle, trying to ensure that he is alone, and safe. A sharp pain rings through his arm as he moves, reminding him that his time with Nygma was indeed real.
The clouds gone, and an afternoon sky shining bright, Thomas is stunned by the time, having missed almost an entire day. He grabs a phone from the glove compartment and connects with Alfred who frantically answers the call. After a few moments of calming his old friend down, Thomas learns that Dent has be found unconscious and is in custody for the murder of Mayor Hill.
Thomas' heart picks up in pace as he remembers the video he saw, the red hooded figure with the made up face. A knock on the car window makes him jump in his seat as he stares out to see a somewhat familiar face staring back at him.
"Imagine my surprise when one of my men tells me the famed Thomas Wayne is asleep in his car across from my precinct." Thomas squints at Detective Gordon, finally realizing where he has been left.
"So, another one of your friends has been found. Care to clue me in on what's going on here Mr. Wayne?" Gordon leans on the car and pulls out a loose cigarette from his pocket.
"You have me at a slight disadvantage Detective, I seem to have drank a bit too much after our call last night and have been out of sorts." Thomas grips the steering wheel as he notices the inquisitive eyes of Gordon scanning the cars interior. Its at that moment he sees the same laptop from his time with Nygma resting on the backseat floor.
"Uh huh. How about you come inside and I can get you up to speed." The lighter gives trouble to catch and Gordon curses to himself with the cigarette dancing between his lips. Thomas, with little care of his perception, starts up the car's engine.
"Am I under arrest Detective?" Thomas asks, no longer looking in the direction of the annoyed officer. Gordon gives a sly smile as he leans off the car.
"Not yet Wayne, but the day is still young."
"Right. Hopefully this is the last we see of each other Gordon." Without waiting for a reply, Thomas drives off - speeding back home to makes sense of all that's going on.
Alfred stands in horror watching the video play out Chill's violent end. Thomas stands, hands folded deep in thought about all he has learned since last night. The figure walks off, his face briefly shown on the camera and Alfred lets out a gasp at the appearance. Thomas goes to end the video before a voice starts addressing the camera. With renewed interest, Thomas turns the device screen towards him to view what else the video has to share.
"I know who you are, your Court of Owls. I know what you have done. I am coming for all of you for what you have done." With a strike, the figure destroys the camera - signaling the video's true end.
"I - I didn't get to see that part before, Alfred. What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Alfred stands in silence while Thomas begins to pace back and forth. He thinks of Hill, how his death may be a result of this same person.
"I need to see Cobblepot. Whoever this person is, they are targeting us." Thomas grabs the laptop and walks out of the room, followed closely by Alfred.
"Sir, if what you are piecing together is accurate, the man in that video may very well be going after that vile Cobblepot. You should find yourself far away from him. You need to call Gordon."
Thomas listens to Alfred but knows he cannot listen. He dials a private line to reach Cobblepot.
"Alfred, Gordon is more concerned with locking me up than helping me. I cannot sit around and let whoever this is have their way." The line goes to voicemail as Thomas storms into his study. He leaves a message indicating he is on his way over and expects to be let into the building. Alfred walks in to join Thomas, who has since disappeared into his office closet, intensely on a search.
"I have to see Cobblepot but he is not returning any of my calls. He has locked himself in his tower, yet the fool still plans to hold his party tonight. Even with everything going on -." Thomas pauses as he finds part of what he has been in search of.
"After yesterday this may be the only way I can get in and talk to him face to face. Hill is dead, Christopher in a coma. This is us. Someone is coming for us. And it's all because of that damn Court." Thomas steps out of the closet holding what looks like an old Count Dracula costume. A collared black and blue leather cape and a face mask drape over his arms as Alfred turns up his face at the drabs.
"Oh my Lord, not that dreadful thing Sir. Surely a man with your means can find something better to don." Alfred watches as Thomas shakes out the clothes from years past when he still ran tours of the bat's cave. Thomas smiles at Alfred's disdain for the costume, secretly agreeing with his old friend's assessment.
The main line rings and Alfred makes haste to answer it before the line disconnects. Thomas can hear as his old friend speak with annoyance to whoever was on the other end of the line. He walks into the room and without a word he puts the handset down on the table.
"We must really work on the company you continue to keep Sir." Alfred sternly exits the office, leaving Thomas alone to answer the call. With the phone in hand, he can already hear the heavy breathing sing through from his stubby associate.
"Cobblepot. We have to talk. Now." Tucker squawks on the other end, something rattling his cages more than usual.
"I had nothing to do with Hill, or Dent." answers Cobblepot without being asked. "But I have someone in my possession who may have some answers for us. Come to my party tonight, we have much to celebrate as the last men standing Wayne."
Thomas' brow curls in confusion as Cobblepot continues to confuse him. 'Who could he possibly be in possession of' he thought to himself. Thomas tries to reply but is quickly cut off.
"Oh and Wayne, come in costume. Its time we treat the Court in kind, don't you think?"