Gunfire echoed throughout the large building, flashes momentarily illuminating the interior. The shadows of men ran through the halls of the building, stopping momentarily to fire their guns only for another figure to return fire.

"C'mon, Dummy, move it!!"

A single, small man ran in front of the group of men, on one arm sat a small little wooden doll.

"I'm going, Scarface!"

"Boss, move it, this guy's taken down Hal and Wally already!"

Arnold Wesker ran fast as Scarface sat on his arm yelling at him. The men behind him fired at the shadow that ran after them. Scarface turned to the men behind him.

"Will you guys grow a pair between the four of ya and take'm down!!!"

The four men stopped and turned to face the figure, who leapt out of the shadows, rolling to the center of the group. Lethal stood up, extending his batons out as the four men aimed their guns at him. In a flash of speed, Lethal swung his batons around in the air, knocking the guns out of the men's hands. One of the men jumped forward trying to punch Lethal, but Lethal whipped around, hitting a roundhouse kick against his head sending him into one of the other thugs. Another thug charged towards Lethal, but Lethal quickly dropped down, slamming a baton into the thug's leg producing a nice crack from the leg bone snapping. The thug started to fall screaming in pain, but Lethal stood up, planting his shoulders into the thugs chest and stomach, pushing him backwards straight out a window. The thug smashed through the glass and screamed as he fell the five stories before coming to a sudden stop on the concrete below.

Lethal turned and was immediately pushed back as two bullets slammed into his chest. A guard had lifted a gun again as the other two scrambled to get to their feet. Lethal looked down at the smoking holes in his chest. The thug looked on in surprise as Lethal raised his head again and moved forward knocking the thug's outstretched arm up into the air, reached underneath his armpit, wrapping the baton around the thug's neck, then whipped him over while pulling the baton back again, snapping the thug's neck. The two other thugs stood back up, grabbing their guns. They turned to face Lethal, but one's head immediately snapped to the side as his jaw was torn from his head by a baton strike. The other thug tried to fire, but Lethal grabbed him and pulled him forward, slamming his face into the wall so hard that it imbedded into the old plaster. Lethal pulled the now bloody face out of the wall and snapped the thug's neck, dropping the body to the ground. Looking down the hall, Lethal saw that a door was slightly ajar and quickly ran to it, kicking it off it's hinges.

The stairwell was old and filled with dust and trash. Looking up the stairs he saw the balding Ventriloquist running up the stairs, the dummy on his hand looking down at the masked face staring back up at them. Between the heavy breathing from Wesker, Lethal heard the voice of Scarface yelling at him.

"Get moving, Dummy!!!"

Collapsing the two batons back down, Lethal slid them back into their holsters and started running the stairs, taking three at a time.

Wesker pushed through the door at the top of the stairwell and was immediately drenched in the rain that poured down from the dark night sky. Running across the roof to the bridge across that lead from the building over to the parking garage next to it and breathing heavily, Wesker ran towards the parked car in the center of the top level in the garage, but slid to a stop as it's driver's side window spider-webbed out and exploded after a gunshot echoed in the rainy night. Spinning around Wesker and Scarface stared at Lethal, who stood holding a pistol.

"Please…"

"Shut up, Dummy!! Take out ya gun and shoot this guy!!!"

Wesker slowly started to move his hand to his jacket. Lethal just stared, his gun unmoving, water dripping of its smoking barrel.

"You have no escape, Wesker…you must pay for your crimes."

Scarface turned to look at Lethal.

"To hell with dat. You're gon--"

The dummy was immediately cut off as his head exploded into splinters as Lethal fired two shots through it. Wesker yelled as he dropped the now headless dummy to the ground. Lethal slowly moved forward, the barrel of the gun pointed straight at Wesker's head.

"You have destroyed lives, Wesker…and now, you are going to pay."

Wesker looked up, tears mixing with the rain running from under his glasses as he looked up at Lethal.

"No!! Please!! It wasn't me! He made me do it! He was the one in charge, I just did what he told me!"

Lethal slowly shook his head. Pulling the hammer on his gun back.

"Lethal!!!"

Lethal slowly turned his head and stared at the dark figure emerging from the shadows.

"Enough!!"

Lethal let off a small sigh.

"I warned you, Batman…stay out of my way…or you will end up like our friend, Mr. Wesker, soon will be."

Batman stared at Lethal.

"I won't let you do this. Wesker is a sick man who needs help…he doesn't deserve to be murdered."

Lethal let off a laugh.

"Oh, really? Then why is it that when I look in a newspaper or turn on the news it tells me that this city has started turning away from their beloved Dark Knight and started looking to me for their protection. I do what must be done."

Turning his head back to Wesker, Lethal stared at the man with cold eyes.

"People like this cannot be rehabilitated. People like this cannot be allowed back into society."

"Listen to me…by killing these people you are becoming what you are trying to stop. Murder isn't an answer."

"It is for me."

Batman suddenly moved in a blur, whipping a batarang out, catching Lethal momentarily off guard. The batarang spun through the air and knocked into Lethal's pistol. The gun was knocked to the side just as Lethal squeezed the trigger, firing the bullet to the concrete next to Wesker. Batman immediately leapt forward, colliding into Lethal, knocking the gun out of Lethal's hand. Lethal immediately rolled back, pushing up with his legs and throwing Batman up and over him. Lethal jumped to his feet as Batman rolled to his feet. Whipping out a baton, Lethal swung it downward at Batman, but Batman sidestepped just in time and caught Lethal with a hard right punch across the masked face. Lethal stumbled back, but was able to pull the baton up in the last second to block a kick to the head by Batman.

"Why are you doing this, Batman? I don't want to kill you."

Lethal ducked down, swinging his leg around in a sweep to take out Batman's legs, but Batman leapt back, flipping over on his hands coming back down into a ready stance a few feet from Lethal.

"I told you, Lethal…I will stop you."

Lethal jumped forward swinging the baton around as he pulled the second from its holster. Batman blocked the shot from the first baton with his gauntlet, locking it between two of the angled points on it. Lethal brought the other baton around but Batman grabbed Lethal's wrist and brought his head forward, hitting Lethal with a hard headbutt. Lethal's head popped back from the shot and Batman went for another, but Lethal brought his knee up pushing space between he and Batman so that Batman couldn't reach him with the headbutt. Lethal shoved the knee out, knock Batman away, but in the process had the baton stuck in the gauntlet ripped out from his grip.

The two combatants jumped back from each other and both ready for another attack from the other when they heard the rumbled of an engine kicking over. Both masked men spun to see Wesker slam the gas pedal down on the car and spin the tires as he headed for the exit ramp of the parking garage. Lethal and Batman looked at each other momentarily before Lethal reached into his jacket and pulled a small black disk out, throwing it through the air like a small frisbee. The black object landed on the side of the car and magnetically attached. Batman looked at Lethal as Lethal turned back to Batman, a smile forming under his masked face.

"You still lose, Batman."

Pulling a small silver device out of his other pocket, Lethal clicked the top of it up revealing the button underneath. Batman immediately knew what was happening and bolted, running after Wesker's car. Lethal calmly collapsed his baton and slid it back into its holster as Batman chased after the speeding car, leaping up onto its roof. Wesker looked up from within the car as Batman tried to reach the small hockey puck looking device on the side of Wesker's door.

"Let me go, Batman!!! He wants to kill me!!!"

"Wesker, no!! He put a bomb on the car!!"

Batman glanced back over his shoulder as saw Lethal give a slight salute, pressing the button on the detonator down. A red light on the small black device started to rapidly blink and Batman yelled for Wesker to get out as he pushed up, leaping from the car.

The blast from the explosion threw Batman through the air and crashing into a support column, having just jumped soon enough to escape the flames from the bomb going off. The car continued forward as the explosion ripped through the vehicle, killing Wesker. The flaming, driverless car continued racing forward until what was left of it crashed into the wall of the parking garage, smashing through the concrete and falling down to the street below where is slammed into the asphalt, exploding once again as its gas tank ignited.

Batman painfully stood up, his ribs screaming in pain. After looking down through the hole in the wall as the fireball below, Batman quickly spun and ran back up the ramp to the top level. The place was empty with no sign of Lethal anywhere. The sound of sirens echoed out in the night as Batman looked around at the surrounding rooftops, but Lethal was long gone.

The club was filled with smoke and flashing lights. Music thumped loudly, giving the dozens of bodies on the dance floor something to dance to. A single DJ stood on the stage at the front of the club, twirling records with practiced precision, keeping the music coming constantly. In the back of the club at the employee entrance a single bouncer stood, smoking a cigarette. A panel truck suddenly turned down the alleyway and parked in front of the entrance. The bouncer walked down the steps and moved to the truck, knocking on the driver's side door.

"Hey, man! You can't park here. If you have a delivery, you have to go over to the side."

The door stay shut and the window stayed up. The bouncer slammed his fist onto the door again.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!!!"

The bouncer felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir…"

The bouncer turned around and came face to face with a wide, toothy smile. The bouncer looked at the clown looking man momentarily

"…you seem upset. I think you just need to smile!"

The flower on the clown's jacket lapel suddenly sprayed a mist out of it and into the bouncer's face.

"What the fu-----hehehehehe…"

The bouncer's face slowly started to stretch into a smile as he started laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

The bouncer howled in laughter before flopping back and falling to the ground dead, his face frozen in the horrid, freakish smile. The Joker removed his hat, smoothing out his green hair as he looked down at the dead bouncer.

"That's better."

The Joker let off a slight chuckle as his man climbed out from the cab of the truck as the rest of his men walked down the alley behind the Joker. A woman dressed in a red and black checkered spandex suit walked out from Joker's group of men, wrapping her arms around the Joker, her mask covered eyes fluttering with the 'puppy dog' love she felt for the Joker.

"Ready when you are, Mr. J."

"Delightful, Harley…now be a doll and have some of the fellas pull out our party popper. Me and the rest'll head inside and warm up the crowd."

"You got it, Mr. J."

Joker laughed as he and a few of his men went up the steps and through the employee entrance. Harley stood with her hands on her hips as the other thugs opened the back of the panel truck and climbed in, pushing the large, brightly colored box to the end where a few more thugs ready to lift it out of the truck.

"And be careful with that boys…wouldn't want that popper to go off to soon."

The men looked at each other as they carefully lifted the big box down from the truck.