Chapter Fifteen: "Beware the Batgirl Part One."

"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday."

Supergirl bounced off the wall in the heat of an intense battle against the swamp zombie known as Solomon Grundy. She was dressed in an outfit with a blue half shirt short sleeved top with a yellow shield with the red "S" that symbolized the House of El. The shirt showed off her toned midriff and stretched snugly around her firm breasts. A short red skirt symbolized the next part of her outfit along with emphasizing her long shapely legs, along with the flowing red cape. The red high heeled boots with gold grim around them topped off the outfit.

"So what's this guy's problem?" Supergirl asked as she tried to take out using her own body like it was a ballistic force missile. Grundy stopped the Maid of Might in her tracks and flung her into the wall.

"Christistened on a Tuesday." Grundy grunted as he swiped at her partner and husband, Arcane.

Arcane kept dodging the attacks, dressed in a black top with green trim over it. He wore a black of black pants and also goggles. It was nothing fancy but it did the job. He dodged the attacks of Grundy, driving the magical swamp zombie back with miniature energy blasts from his hands.

"Didn't you hear him, his name is Solomon Grundy?" Arcane asked with a smile.

"Yes, Harry, I heard that," Supergirl responded as she caught the cinderblock the zombie threw at her and flung it back at him with all of her might.

"Zombie that comes out of the slaughter swamp, reborn every year on Halloween, under a different persona," Arcane stated as he bounced some more attacks off of Grundy. The zombie's powers made him a dangerous adversary to stop.

"Married on Wednesday."

Grundy charged Harry with about the subtlety one would expect from an overgrown swamp zombie but Harry flickered his hand and the zombie smashed into the wall. He was caught off guard.

"So is this an undesirable?" Supergirl asked as she used her heat vision to make the zombie's life a bit more uncomfortable.

"Not as such now but it's kind of a gray area," Arcane told her as his green eyes focused the target and he smacked Grundy back. The swamp zombie growled before he closed his eyes and gave a snarling growl.

"Taken ill on Thursday."

Harry and Kara wound up the full force of their powers and knocked Grundy for a huge loop sending him flying backwards. The zombie smashed to the ground with fury and both Heralds of Death knew that their work was only beginning.

"His spirit is in a state of constant flux until he is at peace," Harry told her as his energy scythe rose from his hands.

"So let's put him in time out for another three hundred and sixty days," Kara grunted in a fierce tone of voice as she copied Harry's movements and the energy scythe swirled. Grundy appeared to not be as dumb as he let on as he made the Heralds work for his demise.

"Grew worse on Friday!"

Grundy bobbed and weaved around their attacks whilst Harry and Kara matched his movements when they could. The two Heralds of Death were determined to outsmart the zombie which might not have been the most difficult thing in the world. They kept up the pace and the two of them pulled back their attacks, before they smashed down onto him. The double fist of fury sent him spiraling backwards.

The zombie gave a scream as he perished but he would be back, reborn once again like clockwork. The nature of his life cycle was such that it would be always repeated. Supergirl and Arcane watched each other before both of them smiled before they completed the poem.

"Died on a Saturday!" Harry sang.

"Buried on a Sunday!" Kara recited with a barely restrained grin on her face before the couple concluded in unison.

"That was the end of Solomon Grundy!"

Supergirl and Arcane paused with smiles crossing their face but as always, their work was rarely done. In fact she stepped forward and heard something going on across the way from the docks that they fought Grundy in. Given that they were in Gotham City, there was always some kind of deal going down with the seedy criminal underbelly so that fact did not faze Kara all that much. She did grab Harry's sleeve and turned towards him, before she nodded.

'Something going on?' Harry asked and Kara nodded once more, as she tightened her grip on his wrist. The blonde threw her head back and spun her head towards the area. 'So we should check it out, right?"

"Right,' Kara agreed as the two of them stepped forward as they switched into invisibility mode. They wouldn't interfere unless they knew what was truthfully going on before them.

The sight they saw was a short and rotund man in a stylish looking suit with a top hat and a monocle. He had a pointed nose and had a face that only a mother could love. He wore white gloves which covered his flipper like hands and it was obvious that he had a hunched back. His name was Oswald Cobblepot but thanks to his rather unconventional appearance, he was known as the Penguin. He carried an umbrella that was razor sharp.

The second man was a man with grey hair, dressed in a business suit. Had no one knew anydifferently, one might have mistaken him for a bank manager or an accountant. He gave a warm smile but it was a façade for the blood thirst that burned on the other side of those hostile eyes. His name was Rupert Thorne, one of the top mob bosses in Gotham City, even if his organization was slipping.

"No cops, and no bat, so we can discuss this peacefully like gentlemen," Thorne remarked as he arranged for several hired goons to create a distraction for the Batman. They were merely assets that could be discarded at ease. Thorne fixed his expression on Cobblepot.

"Gentlemen, Thorne?" Cobblepot asked as he stared him down, the pointed tip of his umbrella maneuvered towards Thorne, who to his credit did not flinch.

"Yes Cobblepot, like gentlemen," Thorne remarked frostily as he tapped his foot on the ground. "Whilst I think that term is foreign to you, it would be prudent for us to discuss this matter like civilized humans."

"Civilized, that's rich coming from you, rich!" Cobblepot practically squawked before he turned his head towards Thorne. "Was last month's explosion at the Iceberg Lounge the act of a civilized man?"

Thorne looked displeased with these accusations coming from Cobblepot of all people and eyed him furiously.

"Now that was a random act of violence and I assure that I didn't have anything to do with it," Thorne stated as he stared this freak in the eye. "But then again, I suppose that given what I've heard about you, you jumping to conclusions is what might be expected."

"Expected, I'll show you expected," Cobblepot stated as he cracked his knuckles and prepared to knock his enemy around but managed to remain calm. "Right, civilized, perhaps you didn't know about the attack at the Iceberg Lounge. My mistake."

Thorne naturally was the one who was behind the attack and both of them knew it. Now the two of them engaged in a game of mental chess where it was uncertain who would come out on top. Both eyed each other, mentally going back and forth.

Cobblepot was the one who spoke up once again, a near snarl on his face but he reined in his anger most of the way. "We can keep this civilized like gentlemen; I believe that is the best way to go. We're businessmen, we should act like it. This can be one hundred percent professional."

"Agreed, agreed," Thorne stated as he watched him, although his men were ready to pluck the bird's wings once he had what he wanted. "Although with Black Mask out there, there is one person that we can both agree is far from civilized."

"Very true, Mr. Thorne," Cobblepot stated, despite the fact that Black Mask claimed that he was a step above the usual Arkham whackos, there was something about him that was still equally unsettling. "Shall we begin our business?"

There was a flash bang that echoed which caused the assembled group to jump up.

"The bat, but that's impossible," Thorne stated as he coughed. "I don't care….shoot him, bring him down, whoever brings me his cowl gets a promotion."

The mobsters moved around but they were knocked down with fury.

"Really, these rent-a-thugs are just sad. I mean, is this the best you can do?"

Thorne turned around and pulled out a gun but a grapnel pulled the gun from his hand and she flew forward, knocking him in the face, before bouncing back into the shadows.

"Who are you?" Cobblepot stated as he fired bullets from a gun concealed in his umbrella but she dodged the attacks, before throwing a flash bang down and blinding the Flatulent Fowl. He gave a pained squawk as he staggered.

"You haven't heard of me, I'm hurt," she quipped in mock sorrow before she dropped down and engaged her enemy in battle. "But, you will hear of me, I think. I'm Batgirl, know the name well."

Cobblepot's face contorted with a scowl before he turned his head around. "Batgirl, Batman, this city has a serious pest control problem."

"Have you looked in the mirror, fish breath?" Batgirl taunted as she rolled underneath the attack, before bouncing back off the walls. She threw two smoke pellets, homemade but they did the job.

She saw one of the thugs go down before she even attacked him. Barely, Batgirl was barely able to see the person in the shadows but a wire around the ankles of one of his enemies.

"And I thought tonight was going to be a slow night."

That was the voice of Robin who swung his staff around and brought it down onto the face of one of the thugs, staggering him back. He swept the legs out from underneath him before swinging from a hook with an acrobatic maneuver.

"Watch your back bird brain," Batgirl stated as she knocked one of the enemies back with a swift kick.

"The name's Robin!" Robin yelled in a frustrated tone of voice but Batgirl did a somersault, dodging the attacks with deft precision. "Oh come on, now that's showing off."

"No, that's strategy," Batgirl stated as the thugs were dizzied watching her own attacks.

"Cobblepot's getting away!" Batman grunted as he engaged a rather large thug in battle.

The thug found his pipe pulled from his grip rather quickly and there was a swirling motion before it was propelled back towards him.

"On it," Batgirl stated as she rushed forward.

"Hey, you're not the official partner of Batman, I'll get it!" Robin yelled as he tried to maneuver forward.

"Partner, you're his sidekick, or maybe his mascot," Batgirl retorted as she rolled her eyes and tried to go after the Penguin but his thugs moved in the way.

Before Batgirl could get her brains smashed into a pulp, Supergirl and Arcane decided to join into the battle, knocking both thugs back with a ballistic punch, an action that gave Batgirl some shock and awe. She watched them take care of business against the thugs.

Robin struggled to get his footing as he tried to grab Penguin.

"Take a nap, boy," Penguin grunted as he smacked Robin in the face with his umbrella and caused him to fly out of the helicopter that he tried to latch onto with his grapnel. "Now it's time for the brat to go splat."

Thankfully a mattress was conjured by Harry, otherwise they would have been cleaning what was left of the Boy Wonder off of the pavement.

"What you did could have got someone seriously injured."

Batman's gaze focused on Batgirl's, who managed to stare back at Batman, unblinking despite everything. She crossed her arms and inclined her head, all things considered, she thought that she took those thugs out rather well. Sure, her attacks were far from perfect, but really, when one considered everything, she could have turned out worse, much worse. She refused to even entertain the notion that things could have gone wrong.

"Hey, cut me some slack, I thought that I did fine!" Batgirl cried as she watched him but she was the receipt from her very first Batman glare. She folded her arms tighter around her. "Hey, it isn't like Turkey was doing much better there. And I thought I held my own, but…."

"Miss Gordon, I'm not in the mood to deal with this but be warned this is a serious endeavor," Batman stated and Batgirl's mouth opened and shut which caused Robin to snort with laughter.

"Gordon, you mean the Commish's kid?" Robin asked with mirth but Batman gave him a narrowed eyed glare which gave Robin his cue to shut up and he snapped his mouth shut.

"First of all I'm not a kid, I'm seventeen, almost eighteen years old, buzzard boy," Batgirl stated as she raised her fingers. "And if I'm not mistaken, it was you who let Cobblepot get away. So way to go, genius!"

"Miss Gordon, I do hope that I will not have to tell your father about your extra-curricular activities," Batman told her coldly and Batgirl's mouth opened and shut. "This is a dangerous business…."

"So you put the flying squirrel over there in tights, but I can't do anything," Batgirl objected as she threw her hands up in the air. "Or is it because I'm an independent free agent beyond your whims that you don't micro manage?"

Batman did not say anything, The Dark Knight merely watched her with narrowed eyes. Robin was a situation that he reluctantly let into his life as he stumbled upon the fact that Batman and Bruce Wayne were one and the same. Plus he had a lot in common with Dick, having lost their parents before their very eyes.

Barbara on the other hand, well there was something about her that made him think that she did not take the entire crime fighting thing all too seriously. There was a sense that she saw it as a hobby but this was not a game, this was a reality.

"Look, you didn't even see what I could do, I've made my own belt, my own gadgets, everything," Batgirl stated as she watched him but Batman turned around.

"This is a school night, Miss Gordon, I suggest you get some sleep," Batman ordered her without another word as he spun around before holding his grappling hook and he shot forward, swinging off into the distance.

"Yeah, Babs," Robin chimed in but something blunt nailed him in the back of his head which caused him to wince.

The Dynamic Duo swung into the night as Batgirl watched them leave with an exasperated sigh.

'You have got to be kidding me,' Batgirl thought to herself, after all of the hard work, she was back to square one. The young woman turned her head around before watching the situation.

"Don't be so hard on Mister Personality there; he's a hard ass on everyone."

Batgirl turned around, she recognized the two people standing behind her immediately. Her eyes widened as her mouth opened in an awed expression. It took a moment before she adjusted her stance and looked amazed. The redhead crime fighter barely took her gaze off the both of them and placed her hands on her hips, looking at them with an amazed expression on her face.

"Supergirl and Arcane," Batgirl remarked in an amazed tone of voice. "Um thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Arcane asked, deciding to hopefully get her to relax a little bit.

Barbara could have smacked herself, once again she almost outed her secret identity but that was not the worst part. The worst part was that she made a fool out of herself in front of these two heroes. She did want to thank them for their small part in rescuing her from the League of Shadows and their thugs last year. The redhead girl threw her head up and offered a long and poignant sigh.

"Never….just never mind."

'Open mouth, insert foot, Babs."

Barbara threw her head back with a long sigh but the blonde dropped down before her.

"We heard something before they went off," Supergirl remarked as came face to face with the young woman across from her.

"Oh did you?"

She didn't mean to sound too confrontational; it just popped out that way.

"Sorry!"

"It's alright," Kara told her with a smile, she sensed the nerves coming from the statement of the young woman and tried to ease them the best they could. "Just be warned that things might get a bit trickier from here but we might be able to find out where they're going."

Harry wondered if they should even be getting involved in the matters that were present in Gotham City. This was kind of out of their jurisdiction as Heralds of Death. Then again, perhaps there was no point. The young wizard turned his head to the young would be crime fighter who crossed her arms and inclined her head.

"If you think that I can help…."

I'm not going to lie, you have potential but it's hard for you to get things done right in this city," Harry added as he watched Barbara with a raised eyebrow. "And all things considered, you could have been a lot worse. In fact all things considered you could have been a whole lot worse worse."

Barbara took that for what it was a compliment.

"Now what you two learned?"

Kara and Harry prepared to fill Barbara in on the information that they could, as the trio prepared to make their way across Gotham City. They were in the outfits that hid them and protected their identities but learning how to trust each other was the first step on the road to victory. It was all about collaboration and that meant that it was all about teamwork between the three of them.

Black Mask was not one who was going to mess around while other men played political games. If he learned one thing in Gotham City that was that he needed to go straight for the throat and take what was his. That was a lesson that he learned more times than he cared to remember and that was a lesson that he would take the grave. His fingers cracked for an instant before he turned his head around.

"This city is ours."

Black Mask got more than a few cheers from his henchmen, the fellow members of his gang.

"And you know why this city is ours?"

No one dared speak up, they knew better when Black Mask spoke, it was time for them to shut up. It was time for them to sit down, shut up, and take notice to what the man said. He had shot his own men for sneezing, that was how ruthless he was. There was nothing that Black Mask would not do and there was nothing that he would not accomplish in the name of his pursuit to put Gotham City underneath his boot.

"This city is ours now!"

There was another raucous cheer that echoed around them and the expression of discontent between Black Mask's mask would not quite be obvious to those who are around them. He cracked his knuckles, people speculated what lied between his mask. The truth might as well have terrified most people; it was a ghastly horror beneath those eyes. He drummed his fingers on the handrail.

"We have an equalizer," Black Mask continued as he motioned for two of his men to push out the crate before him.

The crate flipped open and Black Mask eyed the contents of the crate, a smug expression filling his face, even if one could not see it underneath the mask. There was something about this new cargo that was amazing. It would allow him to increase the abilities of his men to match or exceed the limits of anyone, no matter what strength they had. There was only one thing for his men to do and that was to throw their hands into the air with loud cheers.

"So who wants a taste?" Black Mask asked to his men and they all nodded their heads, although they did not quite know what they're getting into.

'Should we get involved,' Kara thought to Harry through the mental link but the wizard shook his head.

'We better wait for him,' Harry informed her mentally and there was a drumming sound.

"Not until my signal," Harry whispered to Batgirl who shrugged and shifted guiltily.

"Yeah, right, sorry," Batgirl stated as she stood on the catwalk but she had items ready on her belt. She breathed in and out once, followed by twice, trying to keep her bearings and keep herself from landing with a splat on the ground.

"You two test subjects will do nicely."

Harry performed a scanning charm from above, seeing what was in the vials. He could tell without doing anything that it was some kind of performance drug, then he saw that it spiked the adrenaline, numbed the pain receptors, increased strength, and increased the opponent to three times their normal size. Not to mention it made them super fast.

"Our new business partner was generous enough to give us some free samples," Black Mask stated as he loaded up the syringe.

"How about you get a free sample of my fist, Black Mask?"

Harry sighed in an exasperated tone, that was not quite on his signal but that would have to be close enough he guessed. He joined Kara on the ground along with Batgirl.

"Well if it isn't the bat brat, you've been given trouble to all my men," Black Mask stated as a trio of armored thugs rushed forward to lay a beatdown on Batgirl. "Make sure she has a nice solid welcome, boys."

The armored thugs rushed Batgirl but she dodged.

"Really, did you guys just get off the short bus with that plan?" Batgirl asked as she dodged the attacks and Harry and Kara took out one of the armored thugs, causing him to clatter to the ground with a thump. She offered a smile and a shrug but she got this one.

'Shouldn't be too hard,' Kara thought as she closed her eyes.

'No it shouldn't, but oddly enough it is,' Harry though as they launched themselves forwards.

There was a loud scream and Black Mask injected two of his gang members with the drugs. They snarled, their muscles rippling and they stamped forward, before going towards their enemies.

'Oh this is going to suck.'

That thought went through Batgirl's head before one of the monster's fists nearly did. There was something about these drugs that were far different from the rest. She tried to nail it with a tranquilizer she made but it didn't take.

"Move!"

Batgirl didn't need telling twice as Supergirl flew into the thug with all of the speed and force they mustered.

"These guys, they don't have much of a life expectancy on them, in fact, they'll die in a couple of minutes," Kara managed as the monster wrapped his hands around her throat tightly and squeezed. She struggled and kicked her way towards her enemy, before Harry knocked him in the ribs.

The monster slid back as Black Mask got away with the crate. Two in one night, Harry was not having what one would call a good night. This time he slipped a tracking charm on one of the goons.

"Out of the way!"

Batgirl, brazen and bold, jumped on the back of one of the thugs and tried to take him down but she flew backwards. Landing on the ground, she dropped to one knee, holding her face, and breathing heavily.

"One side!" Supergirl yelled as she tried to knock her enemy down again but the thug grabbed her around the head before pushing.

"Already dead huh?" Harry asked as he closed his eyes before nodding. "Yeah, my lifeline says it's up."

There was a huge slash of his energy scythe and down went the goon. Harry barely had to tap the goon before it exploded into a shower of blood and guts. Kara did the same thing with a huge punch to knock him down.

"Well that was a bust," Batgirl responded but Harry shook his head.

"Not exactly," Harry responded as he prepared to pick up the trail once again of their erstwhile gangsters.

"Okay, Black Mask said he a partner," Supergirl concluded after she racked over all the information in her mind that she learned. The blonde screwed her eyes shut before she threw her head back and crossed her arms before giving a long and labored sigh. "Do we have any idea who it might be?"

Batgirl had no idea but she had a feeling that there was someone who did. At least that's what she interpreted. The problem as she saw it was that this person was not someone who was willingly going to give up information, especially to her. The redhead crimefighter understood that much, she was not on the Batman's good list and after her near blunder in there, she supposed she could hardly fault him.

"I have a theory."

Harry opened up the line of communication to the Shining Light Foundation.

"Hey, Chloe, are you busy?" Harry asked on the other end of the communication link.

"Not as such, no," Chloe responded with curiosity brimming through her voice. "What do you need?"

Harry was only too quick to give his wife the information that she needed. "Feed the information through now, I want to see if the computers can make heads or tails of these components."

"Just one second," Chloe responded as she patched through the information that Harry wired her.

If his theory was correct, and Harry did not doubt that it was, then someone had some explaining to do. And not the good type of explaining, the painful type of explaining.

"Okay, I've got something, you better….oh boy this isn't good," Chloe remarked with a poignant sigh.

"Spit it out, I can take it," Harry answered through the communication link and Chloe was the one who gave Harry the information whether he liked it or not.

"Okay, some of the components in this little cocktail, they're part of plants that are reverse engineered to grow here on Earth," Chloe responded and there was no need for Chloe to say anything more because Harry and Kara heard plenty.

"So this is someone you know judging by the looks on your face?"

Batgirl stated that statement in a half of a question and half of a statement. There was some time before she was answered.

"We've had dealings yes."

"So they are working with criminals in Gotham but for what end?"

Harry knew that Batman was behind him for the last two minutes but he wondered when he was going to speak up. The Dark Knight turned around and Harry met his gaze, the two of them going pretty much face to face.

"I'm not sure, but I'm sure that Black Mask is getting something out of the deal," Arcane stated as he went face to face with the Bat.

"And there is much more to learn from an autopsy, than anything," Supergirl responded, closing her eyes.

Batman knew that the Kandorians were going to cause some kind of trouble and he made his preparations. The true information was within the Shining Light Foundation.

"It would be prudent for you to share any information that you know about the Kandorians," Batman responded to them as his eyes narrowed.

Harry did not back down at all. "Confidential, I took an oath, unlike some I take that seriously."

Robin whistled, as he saw the two stubborn forces, both similar in many ways, about ready to butt heads. It was really a spectacle to see the two of them go face to face, about ready to go at it and rip each other apart.

"I need to know."

"It's being handled," Harry responded, as he matched Batman's tone.

"The mission…."

"Yes, I realize about your mission but the Kandorians are a special case."

"If they get in my way…."

"I know what you're going to do. You do what you feel like you have to do, and I do what I have do."

"What about that solar tower?" Batman asked him but it was Kara who got in his face.

"You really don't want to go there, do you, Bats?" Kara asked in a confrontational voice.

Batman understood that they had certain intentions in mind but there were times where they had to look at things from his perspective. And that perspective was that the Kandorians put people in danger more often than he could count. He cracked his knuckles and looked tense.

Batgirl waited to get another Batman lecture or maybe a Batman glare of doom but nothing occurred. She supposed that it would work out like that.

"One more thing."

Chloe popped up with some more information, Harry almost forgot that he had her online but forgetting about that might be a problem. The wizard closed his eyes as he prepared to let Chloe relay the information.

"What is that one more thing?"

Chloe decided to impart the information on him. "The drug is rather unstable, it won't only kill anyone who is injected with it, but it's also highly explosive."

The day had gotten from bad to worse but then again, that was another day in the life of Harry Potter. The Heralds of Death, along with Batman, Robin, and Batgirl knew what their mission was, they would have to figure out what Black Mask's endgame was.

Little did they know that there were more players on the chessboard.

"We have another problem," Batman stated as he got a message on a police scanner.

"Just the one?" Arcane asked him but Batman turned to him with a narrowed eyed look.

"A police squad lead by Commissioner Gordon went in to take down one of Black Mask's operations but they ran into someone else," Batman stated which caused Batgirl to gasp.

"Is my f….is Commissioner Gordon okay?" Batgirl asked as she tried to remain calm.

"I don't know," Batman stated in a stoic voice.

"Who did this?" Batgirl asked him but once again Batman did not answer.

He knew who it was; he knew who was behind this. It was a man that both he and Gordon once called a friend, who they once made a pact with to help clean up crime and corruption in Gotham City.

"So, did you get past them?"

A warehouse formally belonging to Carmine Falcone was where this meeting was held. There was a figure that stood in the shadows, that gave this declaration in a gruff tone. The type of tone that many criminals heard before, although they weren't working for this guy before.

"Worked like a charm, boss."

"For your sake, it better have."

The man held out one hand from the shadows and started to flip the coin in his hand causing it to go up into the air and land on his hand. He flipped the coin once, twice, three times, all in succession. The goons watched his progression nervously, knowing that he could lash out at any time and it would be all over for them.

"You know what I don't like boys."

"What boss?"

The goons looked nervously, they had heard rumors about the boss, he made decisions based off a whim. There were times where he was of two minds. The shadows hid one side of his face, one of his hands, although they saw a flicker of it. Scarred and nasty, the goons were unable to really make out much more than that.

"I don't like a bunch of rats."

"Rats, boss, I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Word is on the street that some of my boys have been sniffing around looking for a spot with Black Mask or the Penguin," the man in the shadows stated as he continued to flick his coin into the air and catch it over and over again. "I knew you lot were a bunch of rats the moment I saw you, when I was the DA. But you're worse than rats; you're the lowest form of the low, scum, no question about it."

There was a nervous chuckle from one of the thugs.

"Boss, you know we're good, we're not going to sell you out, we're better than that."

"See, I believe ya, but does the coin?"

They watched the progress of the silver dollar before it flipped into the air and landed. He slapped it down on his palm.

"Guess, you were lucky today," the man in the shadows stated and the thug that he gave a reprieve to let out a breath. The other one did as well but the man in the shadows held up his hand. "Now, let's see about you."

The man flipped the coin into the air and the thug watched nervously, feeling a drying sensation in his mouth. His heart thumped across his ribcage and his fingers went numb. He closed his eyes and waited for the coin to drop into the palm of his hand.

The coin flipped over and landed on the hand of the man in the shadows. The thug let out the breath he was holding.

"So how was it?"

"Not good."

BANG!

The thug was shot in the head at point blank range.

"Nothing personal but the only law that matters now in my courtroom is the law of averages," the man stated before he stepped forward, holding the silver dollar between his fingers. It was double headed but one side had a scratch on it.

Half of his face, was burned off, there were hints of dark hair on the other side. Once, Harvey Dent had been one of the most beloved District Attorneys in all of Gotham City, extremely handsome and charismatic, but thanks to an accident, half of his face was burned off. The loss of his movie star good looks snapped his mind, not that he was sane. When he was younger, he had a dark side that he tried to repress, and well it came out.

His father beat him when he was younger, called him worthless. He always made him flip for it. Heads, Harvey got a beating, tails, well he got to walk away without a scratch. It seemed like a fair deal, a fifty-fifty shot.

The problem was that the coin had two heads, it was a trick coin. Therefore every day for as long as he could remember, Harvey got the beatings until his father drank himself to death when Harvey was a teenager.

His father was a two faced bastard.

And now Harvey was Two-Face too.

"Batman, Robin, Batgirl, Supergirl, Arcane, Gordon, Black Mask, Thorne, Penguin, none of them can run from the law of averages in my city," Two-Face stated as he flipped the coin and it landed. He made his decision. "We ransom the cops."

Let the games begin.

To Be Continued in Part Two.