Okay, so this is the last one for all the diffrent points of views. I've gone through, the team, Dick, and now Batman. Like I said before each of them have two simmilaritys in them. The first one to get all six gets virtual cookies and a shout out in the next chapter. So keep your eyes opened!

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Gotham City

Gotham Pier

Batman glided over Gotham pier. It was the last place to search, there was nothing indicating that Joker or any of the other villains had been anywhere else. There was absolutely nothing, not finger prints, vines, people with uncontrollable laughing or smiling, not even a coin! Batman was fresh out of ideas. This only made him more frustrated. He was supposed to be saving his son! And he couldn't even find some stupid bombs!

He landed at the docks, there was a few fishing boats in the water that were abandon. Most everybody had gone to bed, or at least tried to go to bed. Some people were more worried about being killed by the bombs. After all, they only had seven hours left. Commissioner Gordon and a few other cops were trying to get the money; Quincy Sharp – the mayor – was also trying to get the money. But so far they hadn't gotten it all.

They still had a little over three thousand dollars to get. And even if they did get the money, did that insure the safety of the city and Dick? Joker was one to go back on his promise. He'd done it before. And Bruce was pretty sure he would do it again. He never wanted Joker to get his hands on Dick again. Last time had been painful enough! Dick had almost died! And he barley saved the boy from the mad man. It wouldn't end up like that time, never again.

Gotham City

Warehouse district (A year ago)

Batman ran into the warehouse as fast as he could. He swiftly looked around the room. Joker was standing in the middle, smiling. He had a gun pointed to Robin. The boy was in a sitting position, his back against one of the pillars. He was covered in blood and was only half conscious. He had cuts running down his arms, and Js carved into his legs. His head was bleeding from a nasty cut. And blood was dripping out of his mouth. Blood surrounded the boy all over. He looked over to Batman; his mask was cut and torn, showing a little bit of his cloudy blue eyes. They were dull and lifeless.

"Batsy, nice of you to show up," Joker said proudly.

Batman growled he couldn't stand seeing his son like that. Joker followed his gaze; Joker's smile grew as he saw what Batman was looking at. "You want Bird Boy, don't you?" Joker asked, the smile staying on his face. "I'm actually disappointed; I was hoping you were here to see me." Joker faked a sad face. "But if you want the bird so bad, you have to do something for me."

"What do you want Joker?"

"No! Batman, don't!" cried Robin, his voice was strained and scratchy.

"Shut up Bird Boy!" roared Joker as he hit Robin in the head with the gun. Robin's head rolled to one side. His eyes never leaving his mentor; Joker continued after making sure Robin was shut up.

"A trade, him, for you!" the mad man looked at Batman, looking for an answer.

"Deal-"

"BATMAN! NO!"

"I told you to shut up Boy Blunder!" Joker pointed the gun at Robin's chest and shot. The boy screamed in agony. He fell to his side, screaming in pain. Blood was pouring out of the wound and Joker was making a break for it. Batman looked horrified as he ran towards his son.

Gotham City

Gotham Pier (Present Time)

Batman shuttered at the memory. Lesley had just barley saved him. He had died twice during surgery as well. Thinking about Dick being with that mad man again – and not being able to defend himself – scared the man greatly. He walked past another group of boats. A few figures were lying on the docks; Batman looked at them for a second, before walking over to them.

Two fisher men lay on the docks. Both had smiles on their face and red paint on their lips. The fish they caught had the same red painted smiles. The men were dead, most likely from long exposure to Joker venom. Near them lay a small note.

Riddle me this! What does it take to kill a bat?

E. Nigma

At least he had a clue now. Joker had been though here, and he knew the one person who could tell him where the bombs were.

Ice Pick Club

Riddler was spinning another tale about how Batman had finally lost this one. He was telling them about a tale that he had seen Joker do. Knowing that the men would be thrilled to hear the story, he started. "I was just simply walking down the docks when I heard uncontrollable laughing. I ran over, not knowing what I was getting myself into. Joker was standing over two fishermen and their dead fish. They had huge smiles on their faces from Joker venom that had been put into their systems.

"Of course it was a sight to see. Joker was painting red smiles, like his, onto their lips. He did the same to the fish for some reason. Before I could even take a step away from the man, he spotted me. He smiled and laughed, before telling me to come towards him. So slowly I approached. I admit I didn't want to end up like the fishermen that were at my feet. But still I walked towards the man.

"He wanted me to do him a favor, saying that if I did that he would let me in on a secret. He asked me to leave a small message to the Bat. So that if – or more likely, when – he found the old fishermen, he would know that Joker was coming after him after he, Ivy, and Two Face got their loot. So, doing what he said, I left a note on the bridge, leaving the riddle for the Bat."

"What did he tell you?" one of the men on near him said.

"If I told you, it would just ruin the fun for you guys when you figured out." Riddler replied.

Suddenly a crash came, followed by a man being thrown through the air. The man hit a wall and slide down it, falling to the floor with a thud. Riddler turned towards where the man came from. A shadowed figure was visible. Crap! Riddler thought and ran towards an exit. This was not a part of his and Joker's deal! The shadowed figure followed him. Blocking his exit point before he could get to it. A hand wrapped around his neck.

"Tell me what I want to know, Riddler."

"Why, it doesn't matter anyway. Face it, Bats. The villains have won! Joker's going to get his money and the boy's going to die! There's nothing you can do!"

"What about the bombs?" Batman growled.

"I'll let you in on a little secret. The little secret, the one that Joker told me, there are no bombs!"

Batman growled and hit Riddler in the head, knocking the man out. He then dragged him out to the waiting police officers. He left him there and ran towards an ally way where the Batmobile was. He needed to figure out where his son was. And fast.

Me: BATMAN IS IN DADDYBATS MODE!

Batman: *Growls*

Robin: Okay then...? Review...? ...Please...?