ISSUE 26:

The computer inside the Bat suit was connected to the main servers but had less raw power than the main Bat Computer. So analysing DNA was a bit slower than back at the Cave. John Jones, the mysterious flying and telepathic Detective, puzzled Batman from the moment they met so he couldn't resist swiping the area behind him with the sensors in his gloves and running the strange man's DNA through the suits analyser.

As Batman soared across the sky with his wings, the Detective followed suit with his strange powers. Bruce had taught Batman that multi-tasking was highly useful and while planning ahead he had to watch and contemplate what was going on around him; while also doing the task at hand.

The analysing software in the suit finished and a partially transparent window popped up on his right lens. The read outs confirmed his thoughts about him. Like his friend, the newly dubbed Man of Steel, this man wasn't from Earth. His DNA structure was completely different from homosapiens; at first he thought it could be a mutation but this had to be something utterly lethal. He was extraterrestrial but what species; that answer was something he'd have to push harder for.

They banked left and arrived at the opposite building to the warehouse. Batman activated the speakers in the suit and watched as John touched down gently on the roof.

"What are you?"

"That's a bit direct," smiled John. "I thought we would have discussed our strategy on how to save the boy first."

"If I'm going to work with you, I need to trust you, and with means I need to know who you are and what you are."

"Well I've heard you're the world's greatest Detective, what can you tell me?"

"You're not human," Batman told him. "You're not Kryptonian, like Superman, you're a telepath and you can fly though that me be a trick of telekinesis. And you can change forms because that is clearly not your real body; your eyes give it away."

"That was a good deduction," John replied, removing his trilby. "I can't tell much about you but I can tell you're not the original Bat; the name change was a big giveaway, the original Bat was too stubborn for a name change."

He's good, Batman smirked under his mask. "I'm not going to tell you if you're right or not, but I at least you know I'm human and I'm highly dangerous because of my high intelligence and physical ability. What about you?"

"I hail from the planet Mars," John told him, putting hat back on. "I was an intergalactic law enforcer and when my planet died, I came to another planet nearby to continue my job."

"Thank you," Batman said. "But we are not friends, I don't trust you but I will work with you on this occasion."

Batman turned to the warehouse, placing his leg onto the ledge, stretching out his muscles. "The gang have now positioned themselves inside the warehouse of the night as they wait for their money which will never come. I'm going to cut the power to the building and then we'll enter, take out the men and rescue the boy while they're all blind."

"I can see how that would work for you but that's not the way I work."

"And how do you work?" Batman asked sarcastically.

"We'll walk in there and take them."

"That's a bad idea," Batman told him. "The Bat Mantle carries fear and that is a weapon I will use to the fullest. If you don't like it you can sit on the side lines. We're going with my plan and that's final." He extended his wings from the back of his suit. "Silence from here on in, you head round the side entrance and enter when the lights go out."

Batman turned off the speaker system and jumped from the building, soaring silently across the night sky and down to the building.

John the Martian watched as a shiny object was thrown by the Batman at the power box at the back of the warehouse as he soared past.

He's certainly not the Bat, John smiled to himself. But he's clearly just as stubborn.

Charlie turned to the rest of his ten men. He was the leader, the head honcho and also the most scared. He didn't like doing anything that put his life in danger, he normally sent men off and watched it on the news but his employers insisted that he sit it out with his men; there couldn't be any cock ups.

"Can you guys stop messing around," he shouted at the men.

"What's wrong boss?" asked Jimmy, his second in command and best friend.

"We need to focus," he sighed, checking that his heavy hand gun was still next to him. "There can't be any funny business."

That's when the lights went down.

"Oh fuck," he muttered. He reached down and clutched his gun. It certainly wasn't the Police, the Light had promised that, so it had to the Batman. But surely he died in the battle of Metropolis.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I am sorry but I have cut that one short, just so I could leave you with something as if you hadn't notice all I've done is upload to this story. As a writer I can only focus on one story at a time and I am not going back to working on web series ideas and a possible sketch series for my Youtube channel as I mainly work on my film. If you want I'll put the link on my Profile.

I will get back to this soon but for now, you'll have to guess what will happen in the warehouse. Stay tuned for Issue 27. :D