Chapter 3 – Solutions Without Answers

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The story resumes with Damian, Dick and Tim standing in the apartment room surveying the dead body of misses Jones. Tim speaks first.

"If we play our cards right, we can kill two birds with one stone." Damian, turns to look at his older brother with a look on his face of absolute disgust, among the many other not-so-nice feelings that he always had for his older brother.

"I hate you Drake, you know how I feel about the endangerment of animals and here you are joking about killing harmless birds while we have much more pressing matters at hand!"

Tim scratches his nose ad Dick snickers loudly at the situation unfolding beyond him. He would've let this go on, but Damian was right-sort of- There were much more pressing matters at hand. So, he decides to nip this in the bud.

"…Uhhh, Damian that's a saying." Damian angrily turns to Dick.

"Well, he shouldn't say it then Grayson!" Damian, rather abashedly walks to the other side of the room and begins to move things around. He gets embarrassed when anything occurs that shows how much of a kid he really is. Being completely aware of this, Dick and Tim get ready to respond but realizes that it would save much more time if they didn't. Instead they investigate the body. Damian starts this off.

"I took the liberty of scanning the room and-(cut off by Tim)

"And what did you find?" says Tim rather hurriedly. Damian gazes at him, a little shocked at how much Tim was getting on his nerves…Because, he was…More than usual even.

"Are you...Are you having fun Drake. Golly gee, I really hope you're having fun. You must be having fun. Why else would you insist on cutting me off if it weren't fun for you…Drake?"

Tim giggles and he regrets it immediately. Damian continues his quiet rant.

"Oh, So I'm funny…Funny how, Drake?...Am I funny like I'm a clown? Do, I amuse you?...Do, I make you laugh, Drake?

Tim pauses…He's very pale in the face, he almost seems scared at the ex-assassin's tone he used. And he continues to be before Dick can't hold it in anymore and he burst out laughing…Hysterically.

He wipes a tear of amusement from his eyes.

"I love you unconditionally for that Damian. I love that movie." Damian chuckles as Tim is utterly confused at this brotherly moment that Dick and Damian were having…In the middle of a crime scene…In front of a dead body…Across the hall from the room of their recently deceased brother. Damian is chuckling and talking to Dick at the same time.

"I love me too; I just saw it yesterday and knew how Drake would react to it." Dick and Damian are still laughing as Tim jumps in.

"GUYS!...Shouldn't we be…I don't know…INVESTIGATING this murder!" The room is silent for a moment before Dick responds."

"Awww, does wittle Tim want to play with us." Now Tim is furious.

"GUYS I'M SERIOUS!" Dick looks at him questioningly.

"Easy, little brother we're just bustin' your chops a little…We've all had a rough go of it as of late." Damian interjects with-

"…Anyway, I have a hunch to who the true villain really is."

Tim and Dick both looked at him shocked at what their brother is just now deciding to reveal. Tim speaks first.

"Well, would you like to share with the class?" Damian nods before looking at Tim, rather smug.

"Gladly." He picks up a piece of bandage and examines it.

"It's only a hunch, but don't you guys think this is a little…familiar.

"All of the victims were killed by one man. All of there bodies were left unharmed with the exception of their faces, which appear to be horribly mutilated and wrapped in bloody bandages...However, if you look at Misses Jones face it is much cleaner compared to that of the others. Almost as if it was done by an expert…And what do we know about the other victims?" Tim, answers him using the information Damian has left on the table that he gathered.

"Well…There names are John Krevetski, Elaine Bullard, Richard Kelly and James P. Henton." Damian nods and uses the projector mode on his phone to put a display up against the wall. Dick immediately has a question.

"…And what is this?" Damian paused it.

"Drake…Last year you went to a conference with father, correct?" Tim scratches his nose.

"Yes…But why is that important?"

"Do you recall the name of the beneficiaries who sponsored the meeting?"

"Yeah there names were John Krevetski, Elaine Bull-….Holy Shit. But there is one guy who never showed up and I never got his name…It wasn't on file.

"That's because the document you and father were given are fakes…The name of the man who was missing is-(Cut off by Dick)

"Elliot…Thomas Elliot." Damian walks to the body and stares at it for a while before he speaks.

"Doctor Thomas Elliot…The criminal known as-He is cut off as Tim sits down trembling by the door.

"…Hush." Dick is startled close to the point where is close to fainting. Tim quietly begins to speak.

"B-But that's impossible…How…Could it be Hush if I'm the one who."

Dick and Damian both turn away from Tim knowing very well what he was about to say.

"…Who killed him?"