Bruce watched the tape, watched the two blurs of figures streak across the camera, everywhere and nowhere at once, the moved at almost super-human speeds. He knew they weren't really, it had to be some sort of trick of the light. The Jokerz who were swiftly taken care of moved at normal speeds, the two figures just seemed to blur around them, as if they weren't really there at all. As if somehow the scenery was blurred. Like a perfect picture with smudge marks on every frame. He'd been watching the video ever since the Commissioner had handed it to him the day before, and no amount of enhancement had made it any clearer.

"What's that?" Terry asked.

Bruce almost jumped, "Not important," he took the video off the computer monitor and met Terry's piercing gaze. Why had he jumped when Terry came in? Why didn't he want Terry to see the video? "Those vigilantes struck again last night."

"I know, everyone on the news was asking where I was. Apparently they stopped a bank robbery."

"The robbery wasn't yet in progress,"

"Oh,"

"Terry, these two… they're not heroes, they are just out there hurting others."

"They're hurting Jokerz and Tees, those guys hurt people all the time."

Bruce shook his head, "it has never been our place to say what's right and wrong,"

"Oh please, don't give me that. When have you ever obeyed the law? I stop the bad guys while they're breaking the laws, what's wrong with a little prevention?"

"How do they know those Jokerz were going to rob the bank?"

"Didn't the news broadcast say they were?"

"And these two watched the news?" Bruce asked sarcastically, "I believe they would have attacked those Jokerz regardless of the Jokerz intentions."

"But you don't know that! They might have known!"
"Those weren't the only Jokerz they attacked last night, that was just the only attack reported. The Commissioner is trying to keep these two under wraps, until we know more."

"We?"

"I want you to keep an eye out of them,"

"If no one in the city except the Jokerz have seen them, how do you expect me to find them?"

"Like I've told you before, you're not everyone."

"I'll get right on it,"

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"Any sign of them?"

"No, I've been trying to locate Jokerz, but I can't find any."

"There aren't any Jokerz out?"

"No,"

"That's strange,"

"Perhaps those two convinced them to stay in,"

"That seems unlikely, if anything I'd think they'd be out in force, stay sharp."

"Right,"

"We have an alarm,"

"Finally, a little action."

"That's strange,"

"What?"

"It's an abandoned warehouse, I didn't think they even had an alarm system, it could be a trap."

"Are you suggesting I avoid it?" Batman had already turned the plane to the coordinates that had automatically been sent to his computer.

"No, I'm suggesting you be careful."

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Batman dropped silently onto the roof the building, and looked down. There was nothing beneath him, everything was dark. "I can't see anything, and my night vision won't work through this glass."

"Then go in for a closer look but…" Bruce's next words were cut off as the roof under Batman suddenly broke, no it didn't break. It exploded. Batman, caught off guard, started to fall, but quickly righted himself and flew onto a large stack of boxes inside the compound. "Batman!"

"I'm fine," Batman hissed, annoyed by the accident. Thin moonlight shone through the hole, casting an eerie white light around the center of the large room, piles of boxes stood everywhere and Batman was certain he heard the squeaks of bats, but told himself that was impossible. There might have been old machinery, squeaking. "This place looks abandoned. Are you sure the alarm came from here?"

"The ceiling just exploded under you, I think you're in the right place." As if in answer to his question a rocket suddenly appeared from nowhere. Batman barely had time to react as he leapt off the pile of boxes. They fell out from under him, scattering across the floor. Breaking open their contents, the air was suddenly filled with smoke. Batman coughed and flew upwards.

He heard the whoosh of more rockets coming for him, but in the thick smog he couldn't see. He flew upwards. From behind him two rockets collided, and the explosion hurtled him through the air. He just managed to right himself when another rocket appeared suddenly in front of him, he dove behind a large pile of boxes and the rocket hit them, spraying their content outwards. The force knocked Batman backwards into a wall.

"Batman!" There was no room to maneuver, and he started to fall, so he shot forwards into boxes that were in front of him. A rocket hit one of the boxes and shrapnel flew outwards. Something large and heavy hit Batman's head and he fell to the ground.

His visor was blinking in and out, he shook his head to clear it. It had been a hard fall, nearly fifty feet. "Batman!"

"Yeah?" He groaned.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so…" Then he looked around. From out of nowhere a herd, no an army of Jokerz was circling around him. There had to be a hundred or more, all brandishing weapons, all smiling. Batman got to his feet and readied himself for a fight.

The circle tightened around him, and he looked for a way out. He saw beyond the circle a group of Jokerz lay in wait, all armed with rocket launchers. He had been lured here, and he was going to die here.

Yay! A longer chapter! For you guys who are awesome and give me lots of reviews!

Awhile ago someone asked me how long I thought this story was going to be… I think about 20 chapters.

Oh, and for those of you who have been secretly waiting for the return of characters from the series… just wait… hint hint

PS Sorry for the cliffie!