Oswald Cobblepot heard a thunderous rumbling. "What the 'ell is that racket?" he yelled in his rough accent.

A black tank exploded into the warehouse. The doors exploded inward in a maelstrom of destroyed metal and molten debris. Cobblepot raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "So 'e finally decides to come, does 'e? The big bad Bat comin' to punish me for what I've done."

Batman pressed a button on the Batmobile's console, activating the loudspeaker. "You are coming with me Cobblepot, or I will break your arms and drag you outs screaming."

"You just can't live without your friend can you Batman? To think you could be so rude as to come here and break the door down in my own bloody warehouse, it's UNETHICAL. Go get 'im boys!" The Penguin's goons scrambled to the jeeps and ATVs. A few got into a tank. Batman was already gone. He turned around and sped off. He didn't activate the afterburner. He wanted the goons to catch up to him after all.

Cobblepot waddled furiously over to the tied up Nightwing and gave him a backhand slap across the face with his cane. "WHAT IS HE PLANNIN'? TELL ME!" the Penguin roared. Spittle flew from his mouth. He hit Nightwing again and kept hitting him for a few moments before withdrawing his cane back to his side. He again wiped the blood off on a towel and controlled his voice.

"You 'ave no idea what I'm plannin' do ya? I have thought this plan out for a long, long time. Do not make the mistake of thinking that I need you alive before I kill the Bat. I can kill you now. I can kill you tomorrow. You are mine. Now, tell me, what the 'ell is the Bat planning?"

Nightwing had his head hanged in silence. Slowly he swiveled his head and looked at the Penguin.

He smiled.

Daredevil slowly climbed up the ladder at the back of Cobblepot's warehouse. That was the Penguin's first mistake. In his blind and senseless fury to kill Batman, he had sent all of his goons to pursue him, neglecting to have any guards at the back. Bruce was right, Daredevil thought, Penguin did think he was coming alone. He hoisted himself up over the last rung and landed softly on the roof. Even though he could sense his surroundings, Batman had still been inclined to describe every single little detail of the warehouse to Daredevil. This combined with his superhuman senses enabled him to see and process every single little crack and indentation in the roof of the warehouse. Three and half metres in front of him was the hatch that led to a service platform which ran across most of the ceiling of the warehouse. Batman said this would lead him to directly above the Penguin. He had to be quiet about it. Even the tiniest sound and the Penguin would either flee or kill Nightwing. Neither was a viable option.

He took a single silent step forward. He took another. Gradually and carefully, he edged his way towards the access hatch. He heard a scuffle of feet and every sinew and muscle in his body tensed. He could hear his heartbeat thumping away rhythmically. After a few seconds of silence, Daredevil untensed his body.

It was just a bird.

He continued along the rooftop. He reached the access hatch and ran his hand over it. Steel, he thought. Wait, no, that's a titanium alloy. I don't know what the other bonded material is though. He was jealous that Batman had all of his gadgets to help him. Don't feel sorry for yourself, he scolded, you have your mind, and your senses. Daredevil knew that he wouldn't be able to open the hatch by force. Nor would he be able to pick its lock. It didn't have one. Locked from the inside. He knew that Batman wouldn't have given him the task if he thought it was impossible. He had to clear his mind and think. Batman believed in him. He had to believe in himself. He remembered the one gadget he did have at his disposal. Batman had given him a remote hacking device, a relatively new gadget, another prototype from Lucius Fox. He had to thank him sometime.

Daredevil obviously knew that he couldn't see the display on the device but if he tuned it, he would be able to hear the electronic signature it emitted. If he matched it to the signature resonating from the hatch, he might be able to open it. He fumbled around with the dials on the device until there was a high pitch noise coming from the hatch. He adjusted it slightly and knew he had matched it perfectly; there was a small hiss and then nothing. Daredevil put the remote hacking device back into his suit and bent down. He placed his hands on the hatch and pulled up. To his surprise the hatch swung inwards.

He fell through the hatch and spiralled down until he crashed onto the platform. The platform shook wildly.

"Where are ya Batman, I'll kill you, nice and slowly," yelled the Penguin. Before Cobblepot could look up at the platform Daredevil had already disappeared. He had scampered to right side of the platform and lowered himself down behind a handful of crates. Looks like I am going to have to do this in a slightly different way, Daredevil thought.

The red and blue hue of the Batmobile's dashboard was going into overdrive. The lights appeared to dance all over Batman's face as proximity sensors alerted him to a handful of heat-seeking missiles locked onto the Batmobile. He hit the afterburners slightly and flew around a corner. He looked up from the dashboard, but it was too late. In his haste to avoid the missiles he had somehow unknowingly came onto a bridge leading out of the city. All ahead of him he could see cars lining the bridge. He couldn't lead the Penguin's thugs into the public, they could get injured or worse, killed. He couldn't turn around because the tank behind him would either obliterate him or start killing civilians. His entire plan had been based off of the fact that he would lose the goons and escape. Batman had failed. Again. What a fool I am, he thought. He understood what he had to do. He turned the Batmobile towards the edge of the bridge where there were no cars. Batman activated the afterburners once more. The Batmobile raced over the edge of the bridge and is it started to descend, the missiles hit their mark. Explosions engulfed the Batmobile as a thought entered Bruce's mind. Save Dick, Matt, you have to.