Another Dead Hero- Okay, new chapter time people! On towards it! This chapter will take place 2 years after the first two chapters and now 3 months after "Dark Knight", so it'd be hard for Batman to get info up close... Oh wait, no it won't. Read and get your review on bitches!

Batman: Frozen

2 years later...

In the heat of the night... Sorry, catchy song. Now after the Joker/Havey Dent probelm, Batman is now classifed under the "Criminal" list and now is the subject of a manhunt. But that won't stop him from stopping the bad guys. Speaking of which...

In the streets of Gotham, A man with a long brown shaggy hair wandered though the streets, he was on his way to drop off a major package for a wealthly cilent. Everything seemed good, but he looked around. In case he was roaming the night, good thing he was packing some firepower. As he walked, he noticed a hooker on the streets and licked his lips. "Oh goody".

He looked at his watch to see what time it was, 45 mins, enough time for a quicky. So he smirked and approached the hooker. She wore a skimpy red dress and had her black hair cut in a pixie style cut, lots of makeup on, didn't matter though. Man needs pleasure, no matter how good or bad it is.

"Hey, how much?" The man asked her to which the woman looked up and down at him. From her point of view, she looked at him seeing he was some low level mob flunky, but hell. Jobs a job. "$200 a hour." She then checked him out again. "Maybe $250?"

"I only got 45 minutes." The man responded to which the prosistute just shrugged.

"Fine, $100 then." She said before the two walked towards the dark alley. She knew it was gonna be another long night, but before she could do anything, the man pushed her up against the walll hard. "What the?"

"Quiet bitch, gonna make this good for me and you..." He said taking out a knife. "We'll se-"

But he never finished his words as a scarred hand grabbed him by the neck and pulled him back into the shadows. The woman was freaked out, thinking it was Batman. Then the blood gurgling pleads of mercy said otherwise. The man that was gonna rape her fell out of the shadows, in front of her. stuck into the bottom of his jaw was what appeared to be your basic dollar store pen, it was shoved enough to kill, that and his neck was also slit.

The woman looked back at the shadows to see a shaved headed man in only dark brown pants and boots come out. But he was all scarred up on his whole body, small nicks were on his body, looked to be self-inflicted, even some on his head. He had a knife in his hand and made a small nick on his arm. "201, going for 202." The man said in a gravely voice, that made the hooker know who this was. Victor Zsasz, also known as Mr. Zsasz.

The woman then tried to run away from Zsasz, but when she turned around to run, she bumped into something hard. When she looked up, she saw it wasn't something hard, it was SOMEONE hard. Looking she knew who this man was. The Batman was in front of her and Mr. Zsasz, who smirked.

"Ah, the Batman. Biggest zombie in this city." Zsasz smirked as held his knife up at the hero.

"You're going back to Arkham." Batman growled to which Zsasz shook his head.

"No can do, i don't wanna be in a joint full of you zombies, no. I like being out here, at least here it's easy to kill." Zsasz replied before rushing towards Batman and swinging his knife at the Dark Knight who dodged each swipe, but then Zsasz managed to get a stab on Batman's leg, which didn't work since the blade broke upon impact hitting the armor plating.

Batman then elbowed Zsasz hard in the face, dazing him out, he then headbutted him, knocking him out. After tying him up and hanging up on a lightpost. Batman then noticed the Prosistute hiding and looked at her. "You better get home." And with those words, he was off.

As he romaed the streets, out on patroe, he heard a beeping. From his belt, Batman took what seemed to be a tracker out. "Gordon." Batman muttered before running off in another direction. Soon he was at the home of Commissioner James "Jim" Gordon. Batman perched himself on the roof of the deck in the back as Gordon came out and stopped in front of him. "Hello Jim."

Gordon looked at him as he took out a ciggerete, put it in his mouth and lit it up. "Bats." He said inhaling, then blowing out smoke. "Sure you heard about it, over at the Prison."

"Prison immate, Robert Combs. Yeah, gas leak, lit up a match for his ciggerete. Caused a explosion." Batman noted to which Gordon nodded his head.

"Yeah, pretty much said it all." Gordon nodded his head saying before taking out some photos and giving it to Batman. "But it wasn't a accident. Look." Batman gave the photos a look. Basic black and white photos. They showed of the burnt remains of the cell, the charred up body parts of Combs, evidence, so on. "Check out the last picture." Batman looked at the last picture to see what appeared to be a broken up air conditioner with the words "Calm down, chill" written under the burnt bed where the pieces of the air conditioner where.

"Calm down, chill?" Batman said to himself before looking up at a sighing Gordon. "A message?"

"From the looks of it, yes." Gordon remarked before taking out a file and giving it to Batman, who looked at it to see a picture of a big black haired man. "Reason Combs was in jail was that he surposely killed a housemaid before raping and killing a pregnant woman in front of her tied up husband. His name is Jason Morson, convicted multiple rapist and killer, now just recently released."

"You don't belvive Combs killed them, don't you. Think it was Morson?" Batman asked to which Gordon gave a snicker.

"Think? Of course it was him. But since the case happened before you came, he had some help on the inside." Gordon said, stonefaced. "Look, i was the officer who came upon the crime scene, i seen some horrific things, but that had to be the worse."

"So maybe now Morson is tying up loose ends? Getting rid of anyone who knows the truth." Batman remarked to which Gordon nodded his head.

"Yes, the writing on the wall. The Husband of the deceased, Victor Friez. He said that Morson said those same words before he killed his wife. Morson also said the same thing to me when he and Combs were brought in." Gordon explained beforep putting out his ciggerete. "Now before you go off to find him, we already have plans to bring him, in fact." Gordon then checked his watch and nodded his head. "I should get ready rigth now, i'm going in with others."

"Alright." Batman said as Gordon turned around towards the door. But then Gordon remembered something and turned around.

"Wait a-" He started to say only to see Batman was gone from the roof. Gordon only shook his head. "Never get used to that."

Now over on the other side of the city, Jason Morson is in his rundown apartment shirtless, injecting himself with whatever drugs he could get his fat fingers on. As he gets high, he looks to his right on the ground. He looks to see some junky woman on the rug and he laughs. Then all of a sudden, Fear Factory's "Fear Campaign" started playing from his phone. He looked and picked it up before answering it. "Hello?"

"Jason Morson, get out of your house now." A distorded voice confusing him before he laughed.

Morson only shook his head "Christ, who is this, Ronnie? You sick-"

"Relaxing on your couch, shooting yourself up with whatever godforsaken drugs, drugged out bitch on your rug." The voice said shocking Morson, who took a gun off his table, then looked out the windows to see if anyone was watching him. "Pathfetic"

"Okay, who the hell are you?" Morson growled as he looked out to see nothing.

"That doesn't matter, look out at the south window." The voice said as Morson checked out a window. "The SOUTH window." So Morson looked out that one to see many police coming towards his house.

"Shit!" Morson growled before hanging up and running over to his coat closet, putting on a coa and running out his appartment, then upstairs up to the roof. He then looked down at the ground and fired some shots at cops, hitting one. He then started to run across the roofs. As he did, his phone rang again and he answered it running. "What the hell man? Who are you?"

"Names doesn't matter right now, now keep running. See that slaughter house over on the right and get rid of our gun." The voice asked to which Morson threw his gun on the ground and looked to his right and seen the slaughter house. "Go over there, now." Morson started to do just that. "There's a cop car there, cop in there knocked out, go there. And be careful, the Bat's out tonight."

Morson ran around the roofs before going down a fire escape and running towards the Slaughter House. True to the voice's word, there was a cop car there. Looking around to see any cops or Batman, he ran across and entered the car. Inside was indeed a knocked out cop, black haired with gray beard and buck toothed. Morson looked to see he was armed and slowly grabbed the cop's gun and took it. He then pushed the cop hard enough to wake him up. "Hey man! Wake up!" The cop looked and seen his gun pointed at him. "Thanks for the car, now here's the end of the line for you."

"No, please. My wife, she's pregnant!" The cop pleaded as Morson smirked. Then all of a sudden, Morson's phone rang and he picked it up. "Two seconds." He put the phone up to his ear. "Hey man, thanks for helping me out here, kinda caught me in a weird moment." Morson said as he kept the gun pointed at the cop while seeing if any other cops of Batman was around.

What Morson didn't see was that the cop rose his hand up to show a phone in his hand and he spoke into it. "Well done my friend, cold blooded." Morson turned slowly to see the cop speak into his phone, only to hear the cop's voice, only it was distored. Morson shook his head. "Part one is done."

Morson then pulled the trigger and tried to shoot the cop, only for him to stop in place. Litteraly, he was stuck in place, like he was frozen. The cop put down his phone and looked at Morson who was still looking at the cop shocked. "Do you remember me?" The cop asked before laughing a bit. "Oh sorry." The cop realized before taking off his hat, then he removed the black hair, revealing it was a wig. Brown hair with some gray on it, then the man took the buck teeth out of his mouth and looked back at the stunned Morson, it was the man who's wife he raped and killed, Victor Friez. "How about now? You one time visited me and my wife, along with our housekeeper."

Victor then took Morson's hand with the gun and worked it around carefully. The gun that Morson had had needles popping out of the handle and they pireced his hand. Victor smiled as he held the gun cafefully. "Nifty huh, just had to pull the trigger and the needles kick in." He then looked close at Morson's eyes. "Look a like frozen in place, that's cause the toxin, now coursing though your body now is kicking in. Made in labs over in Tokyo, Japan. Used sometimes by the Yakuza, when they wanna do things quick, but painful."

Victor grinned at a frozen Morson who made a somewhat moan. "Oh yes, you're about as frozen as a ice sculpture, normally you wouldn't be aware of what you sense. But that's the magic of the toxin, you're abouslutey frozen in place, yet all your senses are in check, so that means you can feel everything, includuing pain." Victor responded before taking a small remote out to which behind the cop car, a garage door opened up in the slaughter house, then Victor gave a evil smile as he put on a pair of black glasses with red lens and looked back at Morson. "Which i might add, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot now."

And with those words, Victor started up the car and backed up into the garage before the doors closed. Just then, a couple cop cars came by, none knowing what was gonna take place now.