Chapter 4: Fruits of the Batcave - The Batcave

Batman finally met his recovery inside of the interrogation room. Gordon was now running out of the glass doors, still in his pursuit after Two-Face; he realized he was gone. Batman exited through the demolished entrance. As soon as he reached the outside, he and Gordon caught eye-contact with each other. Batman walked over and met Gordon.

"Would you like to tell me what the hell is going on?" Gordon pleaded in irritation.

"I'll explain later," Batman retorted. "There's more important things at hand."

"Like what?" Gordon asked.

"Joker had some hired help on this charade."

"Maybe it was Two-Face," Gordon said.

"What? Two-Face was here?" Batman questioned.

"Yeah," Gordon replied, "I was in pursuit when he led me out here. Next thing I know, you're coming out of the wall, and here we are now."

"Okay. I need you to put a couple ears out there to see what you can find out about Two-Face," Batman directed.

Gordan began looking into the alley Two-Face took off in. "How can I contact you?" Gordon asked, as he was turning back to Batman.

"I'll contact you," Batman answered from the roof.

Gordon looked up at the roof in a surprised behavior. Batman turned and walked away. While pressing a button on his wrist communicator, Batman began a dead sprint across the roof towards a nearby alley. Leaping with his cape tightly tucked around his body, Batman dived towards the street like a bullet. **floooooop** Batman swiftly opened his cape shortly before impact. **Vroooom!** Smashing through dumpsters and trash bags, the Batmobile with precision caught its mark. With Batman securely inside, he sped off en route to the Batcave.

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**Vrrooooooom** Entering the Batcave, Batman sped down the ramp that stretched to his parking. **Screeeeech** Batman parked on top of the Batmobile's platform. While jumping out Batman was addressed.

November 20, 12:45 a.m

"Why, hello, sir," Alfred greeted, approaching Batman. "You're in awful early tonight."

"I'm here for work, not pleasure," Batman responded.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Master Bruce?"

"I need you to run a name through criminal database, occupational criteria: mercenary, under the alias of Mister Wilson."

"As you wish, Master Bruce," Alfred served.

Batman walked over to another platform to perform a frequency scan. Using an algorithm for word recognition, Batman honed in on a few hotspots of people using the word, "joker". Batman was able to tune-in on some of Joker's men.

Bat-Computer: "Hey, does anyone know when the boss is going to come back? He's been gone for two days," said a Joker henchmen.

"No, the last I heard of it, they were locked up in here for the past five days. Him and that merc been plannin' somethin'," Henchmen #2 replied.

"Well, that's weird, considering all the stuff they left behind," Henchmen #3 chimed in.

"Hey, we don't get paid to think like that; we get paid to do our patrols. Not shut your mouths and get back to it," Henchmen #4 ordered.

Getting up to pursue the address of the perps, Alfred intruded, "I've done as you instructed, Master Bruce."

"Let's hear it."

"Your mercenary, under the alias of Mister Wilson, is no other than the infamous Deathstroke the Terminator. Slade Wilson, at the age of 16, enlisted in the United States Army. Underage Slade served in Korea and was later on deemed major in Camp Washington. Training under Adeline Kane, after their tour in Korea, Slade was taught the art of Guerrilla Warfare. Mastering several different fighting styles, Slade was later on deemed lieutenant-colonel. Six months later, he married his master, Adeline. After their first born, Deathstroke volunteered for a new project. In an attempt to strengthen soldiers' immunity to Truth Serum, an antigen was created. An adverse effect slipped Slade into coma. Later on when he awakened, however, he unlocked 90% of his brain capacity, increasing all vitals, achieving superhuman prowess. After the kidnapping and injury of their second son, Adeline attempted to kill Slade-for he was responsible for the horrible tragedy. After his wife took his eye, he's been out on the market as a contract killer for the highest bidder. And that's all I have on him, Master Bruce. Oh, I almost forgot to mention: he's had several contracts, most of them small time bits. Except for one here. It seems he's been employed before by Rupert," Alfred informed.

"Looks like Thorne's my next stop. Thanks, Alfred. Sounds like reliable information."

"Well, one could watch you long enough to become a computer engineer for themselves, from how long you, yourself, sit on those bloody machines."

"We'll finish this chat later, Alfred. I'm off. Keep me updated on any big updates from the police scanner."

"Very well, Master Bruce. I take it will be another all-nighter."

"I sleep when the city sleeps, Alfred."

Batman walked back to the platform that the Batmobile was parked on, jumping in. **Vroom-Errr!** Batman took off en route of Rupert Thorne's mansion.