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: First off I'd like to apologize for not updating in like forever. To make up for that this chapter is exactly one thousand and six hundred and thirty-four words (hope that's enough for ya ;P) Next I'd like to thank all of my loyal viewers for the support and watching this story, and Blot-of-Blood for all the reviews (they do keep me going). That really means a lot to me… I mean it.

Serenity Wheeler lifted the gilt-framed photograph of Ryou Bakura from the nightstand. Tears welled in her eyes as she sat down on the edge of her bed and gazed at the handsome, cheerful face. She leaned forward suddenly, clutching the picture to her heart, her body racked with deep sobs. After several moments she took a deep breath and returned the photo to its place on the nightstand. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and got shakily to her feet. As she was crossing her bedroom the doorbell rang.

Serenity paused, before the bedroom mirror to compose herself, trying to hide the evidence of tears.

When she opened the front door, an attractive blond woman in a long tan raincoat was standing outside the apartment, next to a man in a police officer's uniform.

"Serenity Wheeler?" asked the woman.

"Yes?"

"I'm Detective Leopold, GPD." She held up a badge. "May we talk to you for a moment?"

"Well…" Serenity glanced back at the sunburst clock on the living room wall. "I was just getting ready to go to my office."

"Yes." The woman smiled. "At Price, Feinstein and Lamont. Congratulations on the becoming a partner." Her voice softened. "We'll only keep you for a minute. It's about your fiancé."

Serenity's face changed. "Come in, then."

Twenty minutes later, Serenity and the woman who had identified herself as Detective Leopold sat facing each other above a tray of steaming coffee cups in Serenity's living room. The uniformed policeman, who had said little since their arrival, wandered at the other end of the room, inspecting a collection of antique vases on a glass curio shelf.

"So you see, Serenity, we're almost certain that Rupert Dartz is planning to kill the man he now considers his prime tormentor. Unless we can somehow get to Two-Face - to Mr. Bakura - before Dartz does, he won't stand much of a chance."

Serenity nodded, her fingers unconsciously kneading the soft fabric of the sofa. "I wish I could help, but I haven't seen Ryou - not since that horrible day in the hospital when… when…" She turned to look at the wall, tears welling in her eyes again. "You'll have to excuse me, Detective Leopold. I don't usually fall apart like this. After all, it's been six months since Ryou's… reappearance. Today, for some reason, it's been rather hard to deal with."

"I quite understand." The other woman laid a comforting hand on Serenity's arm. "Look, we're going to get out of here and leave you alone in just a minute." She reached into her purse and brought forth a small paging device. "We believe there's a strong possibility that Ryou might try to see you at some point. If he does, simply activate this beeper and we'll be able to trace the signal to wherever you've gone. Remember - the sooner we locate him, the sooner he'll get the treatment he needs."

Serenity eyed the small device uncertainly. The other woman smiled and pressed it into her palm. "Your fiancé's future could be completely in your hands, Serenity."

"Yes." Serenity nodded once, then again, more resolutely. "Thank you."

The man in the police uniform tugged at the knot in his necktie as he and his companion left the apartment building. "Sheesh, I'm glad I don't wear these monkey suits regular like," Valon said as he unlocked the car door and slid into the driver's side. "What now?"

Mai leaned back against the passenger seat and smiled thinly. She gave her head a shake and combed her fingertips through her long blond hair. "Now we go back to the penthouse and wait."

Valon shook his head. "What makes you so sure Two-Face is gonna come back here?" He turned the key and started the car.

"Oh, he'll be back," Mai said as the pulled away from the curb. "Believe me, they always come back."

Two minutes after the black car had left, a long, black-and-white limousine rounded the corner and glided slowly down the street toward Serenity Wheeler's apartment building. It slowed without stopping, the smoked-glass rear window lowering a few inches as the car passed in front of the apartment. A pair of mismatched eyes were barely visible inside the window, one glaring with jaundiced fury, one dark and forlorn.

The rear window rolled back up, the limousine continued quietly along the street.

~*(KC)*~

"Sixty-four seven… sixty-four eight… sixty-four nine…"

The room was dark, lit only by a tiny lamp hanging directly above the center of the circular table. Two-Face sat at the table and counted under his breath as he divided a large pile of bills into tow stacks.

"Sixty-five thousand." He pushed the shorter stack to the other side of the table. Immediately a pale hand swooped to grab the crisp bills. Two-Face reached out and snared the thin wrist in an iron grip. Rising to his feet, he twisted up his henchman's arm expertly, wrenching it up behind the other man's back.

"Oww! Min twisted in his employer's grasp. "Hey!"

"You don't touch anything until I tell you to, punk!" Two-Face rasped. He pushed the hoodlum away from him. "You always were a coupla greedy little - beggars - even when I prosecuted you as DA. Which reminds me-" The grotesque head turned to survey the shadows in the corner of the room. "Where's the other two?"

"Hi and Lo went out dancing with some friends," Max said from his perch on a nearby windowsill. "I told 'em we'd take their cut of the loot for 'em and hand it over later."

"And they trusted you? Two-Face shook his head in disbelief. He gave a hoarse chuckle and leaned down to sweep his own share of the money into two large satchels. "Those tow dames are even dumber than you guys. Nicer lookin', though…"

His attention was caught by something in the bottom of the bag. He reached in past the bills and plucked out a small wallet-sized photograph. Two-Face set the picture on the table with trembling fingers and stared at it. In the photo, Serenity had a sunny smile on her face, her right hand raised as if she were waving to whoever had snapped the picture. Two-Face lifted his own right hand, a strange expression on his halved countenance.

Max moved into the circle of light and elbowed his brother. The twins exchanged a glance as their boss regarded the photograph in rapt wonder.

The mismatched eyes rose to sneer at them. "What're you two gawkin' at?"

Max grinned ingratiatingly. "Gee, Two-Face, if ya miss her, why don't ya just go see her?"

"Yeah, boss," his brother chimed in. "We could even bring her here, if you wanted."

Two-Face lowered his gaze to the photo again. He reached an unsteady hand into his jacket and slowly took out the two-headed coin. He held it in his hand for a moment, his breath ragged. Then he flipped it into the air and caught it. The scarred face showed in his palm.

"Forget it," he snarled, closing his fist around the coin. "We got more important things to do." He crumpled the photo in his other hand and tossed it to the floor.

"But, boss," Min insisted, "ya know she'd be-"

"I said forget it!" Two-Face roared. His hand slipped into his jacket again. There was a sharp click and a gleaming double-edged knife blade rose to hover at the level of Min's chin. "Y'know, I'm getting' a little tired of seein' double when I look at you boys." The thin smile on the right side of his face twisted into an obscene leer on the left. "Maybe it's time we made one of you a little more 'distinctive.'" He waved the blade half an inch from the sweating crook's face. Min swallowed noisily. "Then it'd be a lot easier to tell you apart - or don't you agree?"

Max put his hand on his brother's shoulder and eased him back from the threatening knife blade. "Uh, boss," he prompted, "you was sayin' we had more important things to do?"

"Right." Two-Face folded the knife shut and returned it to his pocket with a scornful laugh. His bisected features grew dark. "Those bungling cops let Dartz off again. We can't wait for them to do the job - it's time we finished off that fool off ourselves, once and for all."

"Oh, yeah?" Max flashed an eager grin. His brother stood off to one side and fingered his chin nervously. "You gonna knock 'im off?"

Two-Face pursed the right side of his lips, while the left dilated in a horrible grimace. "Let's just say I'm gonna do to him exactly what he did to me…"

Author's Note: Again sorry for the late update. Since my laptop is fixed and my home computer is also fixed and with summer in view, updates should be a lot sooner (I hope)… but please be patient with me I have the attention span of a hyperactive moth. In fact, I'm surprised this story has gotten this far.

Lots of Love,
Cazuuki