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: Thanks for the comment Blot-of-Blood! I really do appreciate comments... it let's me know that people are actually reading what I wrote and how they feel about it. Hope people read this... do people read these. I normally do, but I guess some people don't... oh well! On with the story.

Roland wielded his feather duster with a practiced motion, reaching in to sweep across the keyboard of the Batcave's main computer just as Seto lifted his fingertips for a moment's pause. Seto cocked an eyebrow at his old friend and cleared his throat, his fingers poised above the shining keys.

"One moment, sir… there." Roland moved on to the top of a nearby monitor. He peered down at Seto's work as he continued to dust. "So you think you've discerned a pattern to Mr. Bakura's crimes?"

Seto winced at the name. "Two-Face, Roland," he said stiffly. "He calls himself Two-Face now." He lifted his hands to the screen. "Look at the places he's robbed over the past several weeks: Club Twenty-two on Second Avenue, Gemini Jewelers, the Two's Company Café…" His fingers danced on the keyboard. "And tonight, the Double Deuce."

"All two's…" Roland's eyes widened. "My word, sir - has anyone informed the Second National Bank?"

Seto shook his head. "That won't be a target. Neither will Double-Up Dating Service. Every place Two-Face has robbed so far has been a front for Rupert Dartz's criminal activities." He swiveled in his chair to face Roland directly. "Unfortunately, by my count he's used up all of Dartz's holdings."

Roland considered this, duster poised. "Perhaps he'll rob them twice - a sort of 'double or nothing'."

"No, I think Two-Face is through humiliating Dartz. Now he wants him out of the way. I just have to figure out how he plans to do it."

Roland applied his gloved finger to a nearby trophy stand. "It is growing late, sir. Perhaps you should get some sleep and approach the subject with a fresh mind in the morning."

"I've got a bit more research to do before I turn in," Seto told him. He gestured to a two-foot stack of books and magazines at the edge of the console and sighed. "He's out there somewhere and he needs my help."

"Keep your guard up, sir. As you said yourself, Mr. Bakura - that is, Two-Face - is no longer the fellow we knew."

"I know, Roland," Seto turned back to the computer screen as the butler headed toward the elevator that connected the Batcave with the manor above it. "Though I can't shake the feeling that my old friend is somewhere inside that monster," he said wistfully.

Roland paused at the entrance to the elevator. ""And that, Master Seto, may make him even more dangerous…"

~*(KC)*~

Night.

The sound of rapid footsteps.

A frightened man runs down a twisted street. An eerie mist cloaks the cityscape, obscuring the buildings that tower like mountain peaks above the street.

Ryou Bakura races out of the mist. Panting heavily, he halts at the end of the block and looks right and left. He chooses quickly and races off to the right.

A few seconds later another figure emerges from the mist: a figure garbed in gray and black, with a long cloak and a black mask that rises in two sharp points above the wearer's head. The second man reaches the end of the block and charges to the right after the fleeing Ryou Bakura. Almost immediately he finds himself standing at the edge of a deep chasm.

A smoky haze rises from the chasm and orange light flickers far below. Spanning the pit is a rickety wooden bridge, and standing in the center of the bridge is Ryou Bakura.

"Ryou!" The man in the mask hesitates at the edge of the bridge. Creaking and bending under the other man's weight, it looks ready to collapse at any moment.

"Stay back!" warns the other man. His voice is guttural, rasping.

"Ryou, please!" the masked man pleads. He takes a step back from the chasm. "Let me help you."

Images flicker in the haze above the pit: District Attorney Ryou Bakura flinging a hoodlum from the back of a police van and pummeling him mercilessly while a blank-faced crowd stares aghast.

"You know there was something terribly wrong with me."

In the haze, Ryou throws Marik Ishtar into a buffet table on the grounds of Kaiba Manor.

"I thought you were my friend."

The interior of the old refinery swims up in the orange smoke. Wires sizzle and sparks fly. A huge vat explodes. Then a chill wind blows across the pit, whipping the images into tatters of mist.

"You should have been able to help me. But you didn't…" The man on the bridge gestures hopelessly at his face, which is divided now into two halves, one strong and handsome, the other horribly disfigured, a mask of rage and pain. "Now look at me!" thunders the creature called Two-Face. "Look at what you allowed to happen!"

"But I tried, Ryou." The masked man's voice cracks with despair. "I tried to help-"

The bridge gives way without warning and the two-faced man plummets like a stone into the orange darkness. "Why couldn't you save me… save me… save meeeee…" His voice echoes from the walls of the chasm, growing fainter as he falls out of sight

"Ryou!" The man in the mask rushes up to the edge of the pit and peers down. "No!" he cries.

~*(KC)*~

Seto Kaiba lifted his head with a start, gasping for breath. He looked around in confusion at the dark cavern, then drew his palm across his sweating face. He leaned forward as his breathing quieted, and buried his face in his hands.

He straightened after a few moments. Lying on the computer console in front of him, and strewn across the worktable at his side, were dozens of newspaper clippings and magazine articles about the man who now called himself Two-Face. Atop the stack of books on criminology and psychology lay a volume opened to a page with the heading "Multiple Personalities."

Seto lifted a front-page newspaper clipping with a large picture of the former DA. The corners of his mouth lifted in a sad smile as he folded the paper in half, banishing the damaged side of his friend's face.

"So what are you dreaming tonight, Ryou?" Seto Kaiba whispered in the huge, quiet cavern. "Peaceful dreams? Nightmares? Maybe both at once?" He allowed the paper to unfold and laid it back on the console. He sighed. "Sleep well, my friend," he murmured. "Wherever you are, whatever you've become, I'll find a way to save you. I promise."

From the console, the picture stared back at him. One side of the patchwork face was filled with mocking rage, while the other seemed to hold a tiny glimmer of hope.

Author's Note: I combined Ch 12 and 13 because 12 was about 400 words and 13 was a little off 700. Hope you like it! Comments make me happy btw!

Cazuuki