Gotham City, Bat cave

The Bat copter flew through the waterfall straight into the dimly lit cave, it landed on the helipad with a loud 'thunk' sound.

''Are you alright Master Wayne? I heard of the break-out, very troubling indeed.'' Alfred spoke.

''That's not one of my biggest concerns right now Alfred, Black Mask was talking about sending ten assassins to collect a bounty on my head, I'm trying to figure out who they are, but Sionis's bank account is a clean slate. '' Batman stated.

''Oh dear, that does sound troubling indeed. Oh, before I forget Master Wayne, detective Bullock rang the doorbell when you were gone. He asked for Bruce Wayne to head for the Botanical Gardens. Apparently, Gotham officials want to remove a small part of the building to make place for a monument, but, and I'm quoting detective Bullock here, ''A bunch of hippie's.'' are halting process. They asked for you to show up, because apparently, you were the one who funded the monument.''

Bruce nodded.

''I'll head there as soon as I can Alfred.''

Alfred exited the Bat cave trough the elevator.

Bruce took off his cowl and took a seat in front of the Bat computer, something was off. If Black Mask did indeed spend money on assassins, his bank account would've left some sort of hint. However, Roman Sionis was no stranger to the Gotham banks, the man had multiple accounts, and searching all of them for payments was going to take a long time.

Bruce once again opened up Roman Sionis's main bank account, and noticed something odd, the date on his screen.. December 24? That was yesterday. Bruce quickly typed in a few codes to discover that the bank account was just a fake screenshot, taken a day before. He closed the screenshot to reveal Sionis's actual bank account. He had to scroll down a little until stumbling upon ten suspicious payments.

Payment number 1 : Lonnie Machin

The GCPD has quite a record on him. Alias is Anarky, believes that the world would be a better place without hierarchy. Will do anything in his power to accomplish this ideal, crimes include murder, attempted murder and kidnapping.

Payment number 2 : Jack White

Odd, the GCPD has nothing on this guy, no fingerprint record, no photo. Absolutely nothing, further investigation required.

Payment number 3 : Slade Wilson

Alias Deathstroke, an assassin who is at the top of his game, has never failed to complete a hit. The guy's old, but knows how to do his job.

Slade has quite a record, even then, Bruce had seen him before, he was as dicreet as possible, and a lot of hits weren't even listed by the GCPD.

Payment number 4 : Ed-

The Bat computer shut itself down. The speakers remained turned on.

A voice echoed throughout the cave.

''No need to finish that sentence, Edward Nigma. Black Mask's paying me to turn your little computer network into dust. I can just hear you wondering 'how did he do it? How did this guy break through my highly secured bat-network?' Well, you suck at security, I'm not even joking, it was really easy. If you're supposed to be the number one hero of Gotham, then we're all screwed, really. Anyway, consider your Bat computer out of service for the moment, you're supposed to be a great detective right? Have fun.''

And with that, the speakers turned off as well. Bruce was trying to get the Bat computer working again, when Alfred's voice echoed through the cave.

''Sir, it's detective Bullock again, I don't mean to hasten you in your efforts, but mister Bullock is known for his temper!''

''Coming Alfred!'' Bruce shouted back. He took off the rest of the costume and placed it in the costume chamber. He quickly grabbed the most nearby tuxedo he could find and headed over to the front door.

''Finally!'' Bullock sighed, Bullock was as usual small and angry. His nose almost reaching his mouth. He could be described as your stereotypical angry cop.

''Once you're done with all your playboy business upstairs, can we head to the gardens, the workers are gettin' angry!''

''I'm sorry, detective, but now is not a good time, I've got business to attend to.'' Bruce tried to be polite, but it was hard when he was being screamed at.

''Good, so am I!'' Bullock shouted, and grabbed Wayne's arm ''Now you're comin' with me, because these hippie's are pissin' me off!''

Nowadays, it was hard to find something that DIDN'T piss Bullock off.

Time seemed to pass slowly in the police car, Bruce tried to warn Harvey that right now isn't a good time. But every time he opened his mouth Bullock shut him up.

Upon arriving at the Botanical gardens, the group of hippies approached the police car, holding up peace signs and screaming about nature. Bruce opened his door and tried to calm the group down. ''Dude, this is like…sooooooooo uncool ,I mean, really dude.''

''Look, everybody calm down, it's freezing out here, and I don't think anyone wants to stay outside for long, now, who organized this protest?''

The group all pointed towards a red haired girl, she wasn't mother's prettiest, wore brown sunglasses, and looked the calmest out of the entire group.

She spoke in a soft voice

''Look mister Wayne, I know why you're doing this, you want to pay tribute to a fallen tyrant, like yourself. But I don't see why you should do it here, to destroy a part of this building would be to destroy a part of Mother Nature herself.''

Bruce laughed, the girl looked way too young to be taken seriously. ''You're not honestly thinking that just because a small group of citizens don't agree with me, I'd stop this project, do you? Look, the Graysons were good acrobats, and it's a shame what happened to them. Not only that, but the youngest, Dick, is someone I can relate to. I want the world to know who the Graysons were, however, since Haley's circus is a travelling one, and the death happened during a show in Gotham, I see no other option but to place it here.''

The girl laughed. ''Since when did you ever care for accidents?''

She removed her sunglasses to reveal two poison green eyes.

''You're…'' Bruce stuttered.

''Remember me, mister Wayne? You fired me for producing, how did you put it? Ah 'unethical products.' Good times.''

Bullock made his way to Wayne, the group was standing in a circle, within the middle of them Wayne and the girl.

''But I grew, mister Wayne, I blossomed, I flourished. I saw the sun and absorbed the rain!''

''What the hell is going on here?!" Bullock shouted, pulling out his gun.

Wayne replied ''This is..Pamela Isley, she took a job a few years back as a researcher in Wayne enterprises. She was secretly working on some hypnotic products, and I fired her. She tried to grab her stuff and some of her products spilled on her, we're lucky she never sued us.''

''I'm not one for vengeance, mister Wayne. But everything changed once someone approached me claiming that people were interested in me and my….gift.''

''What happened to you?'' Wayne spoke in astonishment.

''The first few years, nothing, then…I killed my first boyfriend by kissing him, after that? My eyes changed. Shortly after my ears changed, I heard the cries of Mother Nature, she was screaming in agony. That's when I decided to make a change. One more construction worker on this building site and I'll kill every one of you.''