A single shadow leapt across the rooftops, outlined by the full moon behind him, the his long coat whipping in the cold night breeze. Lethal easily leapt over another alley landed on the next roof, then calmly walked over to the edge of the roof, looking out over Gotham. In the distance, Lethal watched as a figure shrouded in black came around a building, the jetpack on his back shooting bright yellow out its end giving the man the ability to fly.

"What do we have here?"

The figure rocketed forward towards Lethal. Lethal quickly pulled out one of his pistols, but the figure pulled out what looked like a handgun, firing it at Lethal as he passed by. The massive jet of flames shot out at Lethal, its heat almost white hot. Lethal quickly jumped back, rolling behind an air conditioning unit as the flames impacted on the roof. The figure spun around in the air, hovering off the edge of the building.

"Nothing like a quick light to get the party started!"

Firefly's laugh was muffled from under his mask as Lethal stood up from the air conditioner, moving through the flames that now were scattered across the rooftop.

"And you would be Firefly."

Firefly nodded.

"You got that right, buddy."

Lifting the flamethrower again, Firefly arced another stream of liquid fire at Lethal. Lethal turned and ran, leaping from the roof of the building to the next one over, the line of fire spilled behind him. Firefly quickly turned and jetted after Lethal. Sliding to a stop on the roof, Lethal spun back around, firing at Firefly. Firefly simply laughed as the bullet ricocheted off of his heavy fire suit.

"You're going to have to do better than that!"

Firefly laughed as Lethal flipped backwards to avoid another shot from the flamethrower. Lethal rolled back to his feet as Firefly hover around the corner of the building, aiming the gun at him.

"This is the easiest payday I've ever had. I can't believe Hatter didn't kill you."

Lethal suddenly ran forward in a blur, leaping off the roof. Firefly had no time to react before Lethal plowed into him in mid-air. Firefly tried to pull up, but his jetpack started to stutter.

"No, you idiot! I can't keep airborne with this much weight!"

Lethal laughed.

"Bad luck then."

Both men tumbled through the air, falling eight stories to the street below. The car's roof crumbled down, it's windows exploding outwards as Firefly and Lethal impacted on it. Firefly suddenly was thrown through the air, slamming down onto the asphalt as Lethal stood up. Jumping down from the car, Lethal pulled his two batons out, snapping them to full length. Firefly stood up turning around, but was knocked back as the baton slammed against his mask.

"Still looking for a fight, fly-boy?"

Firefly turned back around, lifting his flamethrower up, firing it. Lethal rolled to the side avoiding the jet of flame as it impacted on the smashed car behind him, igniting it into a fireball. Standing back up, Lethal leapt forward, knocking the gun up so the jet of flame shot out into the night sky. Spinning around, Lethal dropped down, knocking Firefly's legs out from under him with the other baton. Lethal snapped the baton downward, but Firefly kicked on his jetpack, sliding out of the way before the baton smashed onto his face. Hovering back into the air, Firefly looked down at Lethal who calmly stood up, collapsing one of his baton and sliding it back into its holster.

"Hope Joker doesn't mid if you get a little singed…"

Firefly laughed as he lifted his flamethrower back up, but Lethal suddenly whipped his hand out, throwing the knife through the air. Firefly brought his arm up to cover his face, but the knife sliced to his side, severing the fuel line into his flamethrower.

"What?!? No!!!"

Firefly dropped his now useless weapon down to the ground and stared at Lethal

"I'll be back…and then you will---"

Firefly was cut off as a street light poll smashed into him from behind, cracking his fuel tank. Firefly suddenly erupted into a hovering fireball. Firefly let off a final scream as his jet pack overloaded, sending him flying through a storefront where shortly after the fuel tank exploded, the front of the building erupting into a massive explosion. Lethal stared at the building as flames shot out from within and turned to look up the street. Killer Croc laughed as he dropped the broken light pole to the ground.

"I really did hate that guy."

Lethal stood unmoving as Croc smiled, his fangs glinting in light of the flames around the street

Batman stood leaning over the edge of the dark rooftop, staring down at the street below. The man he had been following pulled his car into the onramp of a parking garage. Batman quickly leapt from the roof, firing his grapple line out and zipping over to the garage. The car slid into a parking spot and its engine cut off. Stepping out from the car, the man climbed out, slowly straightening his black tie under his green suit jacket. Reaching back into the car, the brightly colored figure removed a bowler hat that was the same color of his green suit. Placing the hat on his head, the man turned and slowly started to move towards the elevator across the garage.

"Nygma."

Edward Nygma slowly turned and looked into the shadows where the voice emerged from. Stepping out from the shadows, Batman stared coldly at him.

"Ah, Batman. What can a fellow such as myself do for a caped crime fighter such as you?"

"I'm looking for the Joker."

Nygma smiled.

"Sorry, Batman, but I've long since left that world far behind. I make my money the easy way now."

Batman kept his stare at Nygma.

"You still know people. You still hear things."

Nygma slowly moved to the elevator, hitting the call button.

"I do indeed. Bad rumblings in the underground. I suppose I gave up crime just in time with this Lethal gentleman making his mark on this fair city."

Nygma turned back around and found that Batman was standing directly behind him.

"Where is he?"

Pushing his hat back on his head, Nygma stared into Batman's eyes.

"Even if I knew…why should I tell you? I may have given up crime…but that doesn't mean I like you."

Batman stared ominously as the elevator doors slowly slid open, beeping to signify that they had done so. Stepping into the well lit elevator, Nygma smiled and turned back to Batman.

"But, I suppose, in the spirit of old times, ask yourself this question Batman…where would a resident go to move their goods?"

Nygma lifted his hat as the elevator door slowly slid closed. Batman turned and walked away from the doors, moving back into the shadows.