Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Nor do I own Batman. I just noticed that Kaiba is a lot like Bruce Wayne, and decided to run with this story. So sue me (on second thought please don't)!

Author's Note: I don't have anyone to thank for commenting this time :( Oh well! Here's the next chapter (hopefully, I get more reviews this time)

Dark portraits peered down from the shadows that cloaked the high walls of the huge living room of Kaiba Manor. In an arrangement of pale sofas in the center of the room, Seto Kaiba sat staring moodily at a widescreen television, remote control in hand. On the screen Vivian Wong brushed black hair back from her face in a practiced gesture and smiled at the camera.

"Domino's deputy police commissioner, Yami Mason, who was instrumental in capturing reputed mob leader Rupert Dartz last night-"

Click.

Seto pressed his thumb over the channel selector button. Vivian's face was replaced by that of a bronzed newsman with an earnest expression. A photograph of Yami Mason wearing the same sober look was superimposed on the wall behind him.

"Yami attributed the incriminating evidence against Dartz to an unnamed informant-"

Click.

Footage of Yami standing outside the Linebarger Storage Company flashed on the screen. Commissioner Mahado stood behind his protégé, beaming with pride as the deputy commissioner stepped forward to answer a reporter's query.

"The commissioner and I won't rest until every street in Domino - and that includes Crime Alley - is safe for decent folks to walk."

Click.

Seto pressed the off button. The television went dark.

"You're quite as bad as Master Yugi when it comes to the television, sir." Roland stepped back from the sofa and regarded his employer. "You'll ruin your eyes changing channels so rapidly - not to mention your attention span."

Seto sat with fingers steepled under his chin, frowning thoughtfully at the empty screen.

"Perhaps the damage has already been done," the butler continued after a moment. "My word, Master Seto, one would think the fall of Rupert Dartz would bring a smile even to your face. After all - you did lend a hand in his capture…"

Seto favored his old friend with a brief smile. "Crooks like Dartz don't tend to fall very far, Roland. I'll wait until the judge passes sentence before I start grinning. Still…" He stretched back into the cushions and extended his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles. "I'd love to know who this 'unnamed informant' is. This is the third gang lord Yami's brought down in as many months."

Roland sighed. "Yes, it's quite alarming. If this trend continues, you might even be forced into taking a vacation."

~*(KC)*~

In the lavish penthouse overlooking Domino's fashionable Bester Street, Mai sat in the middle of Rupert Dartz's cavernous chair and fiddled with her own remote control.

"I'm tired of news," she said to the two men standing on either side of the large chair. "It gets depressing watching them hustle the boss away in cuffs over and over. Isn't there an old movie on or something?"

Valon reached out his hand for the remote. "I think the Stooges are on channel twelve,"

he said hopefully. Just then a small noise at their back made the three look around.

"Looks like we've got a nice trio of stooges right here in this room," Dartz growled from the doorway. Half a dozen flunkies slouched into the penthouse at his back as Valon and Alister leaped to attention.

"S-sorry, boss, we was just trying to find out when you was coming home," Valon stammered.

Mai uncoiled herself from the chair and crossed the thick carpet. "And I was just keeping your seat warm till you got here," she said, removing Dartz's overcoat and tossing it to a nearby hood. "How on earth did you manage to get sprung so fast?"

Dartz jerked his thumb at a greasy-looking man at his side. "Good mouthpiece," he said.

"Ernest Doubleday, attorney-at-law." The lawyer bowed his head modestly. "There was a - problem - with the warrant the police employed to arrest Mr. Dartz," he explained. "Really, the law has become quite careless lately."

Dartz made his way to the big chair and settled himself with a sigh. He gestured at Alister and Valon. "So how did you two slip the net?"

"We, uh, ducked out a side door into the alley about the same time you was bein' tied up, boss," Alister said nervously. "Is that okay?"

Dartz snorted in disgust and groped among the cushions for the remote control. "I want to hear what the news creeps have to say now that I'm out," he said with a thin smile as he clicked the TV on. "It kills them when they've got to report something like this." A tanned newscaster with a sober expression filled the screen.

"-bulletin just in that another reputed mob of boss Rupert Dartz's illicit gambling casinos has been raided by the bizarre underworld figure known as two-face," the newsman was saying. Footage of police cars flashing their lights down a cluttered alley appeared behind him.

The screen went blank as Dartz surged up out of his chair and hurled the remote across the room with an oath. A telephone began to ring in a corner of the room, and one of the flunkies scampered to answer it.

"Boss? It's Blinky over at the Double Deuce. He says the freak was just there. Had a coupla chicks with 'im this time. Cleaned 'em out."

Dartz stormed across the room and grabbed the phone from his quaking henchman. "Listen to me," he thundered into the receiver. "Spread the word. I'm putting out a contract. One million-" He cut himself off and pointed an angry finger at the assembled thugs. "No, make it two million - one for each face - for the man who brings me Two-Face." He slammed the receiver down and stalked from the room.

Mai stood at the rear of astonished crooks. She had a crafty look on her attractive face. "And who says it has to be a man?" she murmured to herself. She turned and poked Valon Cee in the ribs. "C'mon," she said with a toss of her long blond hair. "You and I have plans to make…"

Author's Note: I think Yugi should be in the 17th chapter (I can't remember -.-') Keep an eye out for him!

Cazuuki