Chapter 5: Destiny's Voice - Gotham City
November 20th, 1:30 a.m
Batman approached Rupert's driveway. "Well, I guess I should catch him by surprise." Batman tipped to himself. Approaching the back balcony, behind Rupert's house, Batman drew his Batclaw, and fired it up at the balcony. **Clink! . . .** Batman ascended reaching the window to Rupert's room.
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"How about a toast to myself," Rupert expressed, grabbing a scotch glass along with a bottle. He poured himself a drink. "With all the illegal, automated votes, I'll become mayor in no time."
"Thanks for the blackmail, Rupert." Batman said, smiling.
"Wha-! Batman?!" Rupert shrieked in shock, dropping his glass on the floor, shattering.
Rupert drew his gun from his robe and aimed it at Batman, "Didn't you know, Batman? We have an intolerance policy for breaking-and-entering in Gotham. I'm feeding you to the wolves."
Batman quickly countered with a Batarang, knocking the gun out of his hand. The gun slid across the floor. "Tell me what you know about Slade Wilson." Batman demanded.
"Hehe, Batman... you know I don't kiss-and-tell," Rupert replied in a smart-alecky tone.
Batman rushed Rupert and snatched him by his robe collar. "So I take it you want to do it the hard way?" Batman interrogated.
"I might know somethin'," Rupert cooperated.
Batman placed Rupert back on his feet; Rupert stepped backwards to fix his robe.
"So... Deathstroke's back in town," Rupert expressed.
"Looks like it. As one of his employers, I need you to tell me some key characteristics," Batman directed.
"Well, to be honest, Batman, it frightens me to talk about him. That son of a bitch is crazy. I previously hired him to kill Cobblepot. But Cobblepot caught word that I needed him out of the picture. After Deathstroke and I had our first meet, there was an ambush setup to get rid of me by Penguin. Slade tore them to pieces. I've never seen so many people be slain, and so fast. It was horrible. If you still plan on being the bat of Gotham, I'd be careful, Batman. He's a trained killer," Rupert warned.
"Okay, Rupert. You've outlived your usefulness, you're going downtown." Batman said, handcuffing Rupert and heading for the door. They were interrupted mid-strife by a low-scale trimmer. Gradually, becoming more severe, the earthquake knocked them off their feet
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2:30 a.m.
Giant Speaker: "Ahem, greetings, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham: This is your new queen speaking. We are now issuing a 24-hour curfew. Anyone seen on the streets of my new empire will have a nasty price to pay to my little darlings. They were raised by a strict mother. They won't serve too kindly to your disobedience. My hyper-compost gave my little darlings a nasty temper. Until further notified by I, Poison Ivy or Daddy Crow, I would recommend you stay where you sleep."
Running to the window to investigate, Batman peered down from the mansion. He observed a cop standing beside his car that had a large megaphone on top of it. The cop looked up at the window and saw Batman. Batman exchanged eye-contact with the cop to notice that he had glowing red eyes. Simultaneously, they began their chase: Batman dived out of the window while the cop jumped in his car and took off. Batman, then, called for his Batwing via wrist communicator. Batman widely opened his cape - **flooooooooo** - he glided across the air, tailing the cop car. **Choooooooooooosh** The Batwing came up from behind the car and hovered while tailing it. Batman continued gliding until he reached the top hatch of his jet. Amongst his approach, the glass hatch opened; Batman safely sat inside and continued his pursuit. With an emotionless face and illuminated eyes, the cop withdrew his pistol and began firing amongst the Batwing. Batman swiftly flew in directly above the perpetrator. Pressing a button on the plane's dashboard that magnetizes the bottom of the Batwing, Batman began his descent. Smashing on the roof of the car, the magnet locked the car in place. With the car secured, Batman throttled full-speed towards the bridge. Dropping the car in the sand, near the bridge, Batman ejected from the Batwing- **flooooooooo**. Batman, in mid-glide, began a dive, crashing himself on roof of the car. He reached in with his left arm, snatching the cop out and throwing him towards the sand. The cop, in midair, made a ninja-like recovery on his feet. The cop sprinted towards a draining pipe that lead to the ocean. Batman quickly drew his Batclaw, un-clipping the grapple and replacing it with a tracker dart. **Tooosht** Batman shot the cop in the back with the tracker. Flashing, showing activation, the dart rested securely on the cop's jacket, as he made his escape through the tunnel. Batman pulled a keypad device from his utility belt and powered it on - **bing-bing-bing**, hummed the device. A red flashing circle moved across the blue-printed screen.
"He's heading for the sewage maintenance deck. Given his skill and agility, I'm not dealing with an average officer. His bright red eyes have something to do with it. Perhaps he's possessed." Batman stated to himself.