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Live To Fight Another Day

In the background of an abandoned apartment rang the static of a small radio. A man entered the room and growled at the annoying noise that the radio was making. He took off his hat, and placed it on the coat rack, soon followed by his trench coat. He walked over to the radio and smacked it a couple of times until the static stopped and a song began playing which brought a smile to his face.

A very merry unbirthday to me.

To who?

To me.

Oh you!

The man began moving his index finger around as the song played and he too began singing the song.

A very merry unbirthday to you.

Who me?

Yes, you!

Oh, me!

Still singing, the man walked over to a chair in his living room, and sat on it, letting one of his arms rest on the armrest while the other danced around to the song.

Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea.

A very merry unbirthday to you!

Now, statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday.

Imagine, just one birthday every year.

Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays!

Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer.

A very merry unbirthday to you, to you.

The man stopped singing when a woman part came up and only sang after her.

To me?

To you!

A very merry unbirthday.

For me?

For you!

Now blow the candle out my dear and make your wish come true.

A merry, merry unbirthday to you!

Once the song ended the static came back and the man became annoyed once again. He opened his eyes from the relaxation he was receiving from the song and glared at the radio.

"Darn thing," he then took out his pocket watch and flipped it open. "Oh, look at the time, it's tea time already, I mustn't miss tea time, no, no." He then stood up and left the room, all the while humming the song he just listened to.

I'm starting to worry about Master Wayne. He usually doesn't let his visitors get to him, especially if said visitor just so happens to be the same man who tried to kill him with a toxin. I placed another clean plate in the cabinet and got lost in my thoughts once more. The way that Master Wayne came rushing into the house with Dr. Crane in his arms must have been terrifying for him. It must have reminded him of his poor parents death, which I hope they are in peace, but for someone like him to have to watch it again, I could tell that he doesn't want anyone to die. No matter how much they had hurt him.

I carefully placed the last plate in the cabinet and closed the door; I turned around when I heard the front door open and close with a bit of discrete. No matter how much Master Wayne wishes to get by me, I always know when he has his mind made up.

I shook my head and headed for his master bedroom, it was best if I checked on the injured doctor. The moment I entered the room I saw that Dr. Crane was still breathing out normally. Which was a relief in itself, who knows what would have happened if Master Wayne didn't get here in time. Especially if he worsened then Master Wayne wouldn't be able to take him to any hospital nearby, I doubt that anyone would dare treat the insane doctor. I walked over to an empty seat and looked over the doctor.

"You know, you should be grateful to Master Wayne. But I do wonder what would have happened if Master Wayne came back a bit earlier. Maybe, the two of you could have been friends instead of enemies." I received no indication that he was listening to any word I just said. "But most of all, you should be thankful for being able to live after that mortal wound," I stood up, "you live to fight another day Dr. Crane, I just hope you don't ruin your chance." That being said, I exited the room and closed the door.

Master Wayne, I know you have your reasons for letting this madman into your home, but please take care of yourself, for I fear that something much worse is soon to arise with a vendetta.

I rushed down the night streets as I headed back to Arkham, whoever did this must have either attacked Jonathan on purpose or was just trying to get attention. I clenched my hand on the steering wheel, well, you have it. I rushed past a red light as I kept my foot on the petal; the cold night air could indicate that it was soon going to reach those cold temperatures that I disliked so much.

Soon, I arrived to Arkham Asylum and turned off the car; I got out and stared at the building. Why am I always lead back here? I walked forward and pushed the door open, it would seem that nothing changed from the time that I was here, but I didn't dwell on it as I had other things that I needed to do. I walked back to the room in where Jonathan was shot and once I entered my eyes went wide with surprise.

The spot in where Jonathan was heavily bleeding was cleaned out with the occasional stains, but still, someone was here after I carried Jonathan away. I looked around the book-shelve in the room, and tried to search for Jonathan's notes. If those notes fell into the wrong hands, then another toxin poisoning would befall the city, in which everyone would blame Jonathan for.

I looked through all the books that were in the book-shelve but I didn't find his notes. He couldn't have placed them far away; he loves those notes like his life depended on it. Maybe he…

I looked at the desk and could see that the drawer was slightly pulled out; I grabbed the handle and pulled out the drawer. Under a stack of papers lied the notes that I was looking for, good, then no one was able to get to them before me. I reached in to grab it and pulled it out from under the stack. Even he knew that it was better to hide his notes than just leaving them anywhere in open sight.

I quickly ran out the building to reach my car, no one might be here, but I was certain that soon someone would come back and explore this place for themselves. I opened my door and got inside, placing the notes down on the passenger seat, I turned on the car and began my long drive to another destination I needed to visit. No one says no to Bruce Wayne after all, and they especially can't deny me entrance to anyplace in Gotham City.

A man with a pair of binoculars over his face placed them down and decided to contact his boss. He clicked on his headphone and waited for his boss to answer.

An irritated voice came on. "What?"

"Sir, I think you should know who came by not too long ago."

The man's voice became interested in the information. "Oh, curiouser and curiouser."

A/N: I guess you can tell who the strange man is by now, and if you can't I won't spoil it.

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