A/N: This is being posted a little early. Will be out for the whole day on Monday.

Scarlet Fever

Just a few days after Tim has been returned to the family, Samantha is having nightmares about Jason and Tim. It was only days before that Samantha had learned the Wayne Family Secret and the meaning of Night Work. Can she reconcile this in her own heart? And who is the mysterious Mr. Whiteface?

Part 3: Mister Whiteface

This scheme was his most brilliant one yet. It was bound to attract one of the Bat's brats sooner or later. He wanted to get rid of all of them, drive the Bat insane before he killed him. For now, getting rid of them one by one will have to make do. If he couldn't get rid of them, he was going to make sure they wouldn't interfere with his plans.

'Those birds could be so annoying,' Mr. Whiteface thought. 'This scheme should do the trick.'

Three locations with three different traps. One of them was bound to fall into his hands sooner or later. His hands were itching to brain a bird. It didn't matter which one. Sooner or later, one will fall into his lap. Mr. Whiteface entered the shabby office in a rung down area of Gotham City. He had put out the word that he was looking for a few good men to sell some products. The new pill was sure to put a smile on everyone's faces. Not long in waiting, there was a knock on the office door that Mr. Whiteface had rented.

"Come in."

"Mr. Whiteface?"

"Yes?" Mr. Whiteface answered with a toothy grin as he lowered the lights and placed a wide brim hat on his head.

"I'm here about the ad," the man stated nervously as he entered the now gloomy office.

"Good, why don't we talk." Mr. Whiteface got up from behind his desk and placed an arm around the man and led him to a chair. "What are your qualifications? Have you sold many products before?"

'Um some," the man was becoming more nervous.

"What kind of products."

'Um magazines door to door," the man stated. "Pots and pans, um the usual kind of things."

"Did it go well for you?"

"I guess so. I made a little bit of money. What are you selling?"

"Oh, nothing really, just a new kind of diet pill you might say. It's sure to make everyone happy. Of course, I need someone whom I can test it on, You wouldn't happen to know anyone."

"Yeah, I think I might," the guy said. The man tried to get a good look at Mr, Whiteface. He could barely see his face due to the wide brim hat he was wearing and the fact that he kept his back to the window. "Um, my cousin. He's been wanting to lose weight, but he can't afford them expensive diet pills."

"Tell, you want, I'll give you a sample. If he likes it, I can give you a whole box, but what I'm really looking for is someone who can help sell my pills. There are so many people who can use them, you know what I mean?"

'Yeah, I think I do,"

Mr. Whiteface moved to the back of the desk and pulled out a box of pills he had ready. He handed them over to the man.

"Now when you sell the pills, sell about ten at a time. Charge about $20. There are about 100 pills in the box."

"Twenty dollars for a packet of ten pills? Isn't that a little steep? They sell diet pills in the drug store for that amount and you get a 30 day supply."

"Aw, but you will get to keep some of the money since you will be one of my sales people."

'Well, that's true," the guy agreed. "How much money do I get to keep?"

"Oh, say, fifteen dollars for every twenty?" Mr. Whiteface suggested.

'You're kidding me?"

"No, and there will be more where that comes from."

'Thank you, sir." The man was excited.

"Oh it's a cash only transaction. By the way, what is your name?" Mr. Whiteface questioned.

"Perry, Perry Herbert."

"Well, Perry, you should smile. I believe your ship has come in. Oh Mr. Herbert, come back tomorrow after you sell that box. I'll give you another one. And don't forget to bring back the cash."

Perry Herbert left Mr. Whiteface's office with the box of pills. He couldn't wait to tell his cousin. He got a new job and he was going to be making a lot of money. Mr. Whiteface smiled, his grin going wide.

'Diet pills," he thought. 'People will believe anything. Just wait till they get a taste, it will be a scream."

Continues with Part 4