As the Van Der Linde gang made their way throughout the city, they were mesmerized by the tall buildings of Bleake Island. There were people who shot them strange looks and were dressed in ridiculous outfits. The trails were hard and soaked in water and had yellow lines on them. There were trash bins but different from the ones in Blackwater, and they had fires inside them.

Strange horseless carriages were being driven around the city with people sticking some kind of rifle out and fired into the night at a frightening speed, the moon was visible but the storm didn't go, thunder boomed and lightning crackled, they were completely soaked from the rain. "Where is this place you told us about, Dutch?"

Arthur asked but before he could answer, a loud ringing happened and Scarecrow appeared on the picture boards again. "Look at your city. Abandoned in terror by those that fled, torn apart by those who had nowhere to go." And with that he disappeared once again. "We should be close by now." Dutch finally responded. "Good." John said. Abigail was carrying Jack cause he was complaining he was tired.

Then there was loud, ghastly opera music coming from nearby, halting everyone in their tracks. "What is that sound?" Sean asked, looking around. "Sounds like it's coming from the top of that building." Tilly pointed at a building on their left. "Alright, me and Arthur will go. Hosea. Keep an eye on everyone." Dutch told them, and the two gunslingers moved toward the entrance.Dutch reached for the knob and tried to turn it, but it was locked, so he grabbed his beautiful Schofield Revolver and shot the lock under it, allowing them to access the building. Dutch holsters his gun, and they walk through. The inside was an absolute mess. Candles with odd glass covered them on the ceiling. There were stairs that led upwards, and they took them. After walking up for a while, they finally arrived at yet another door, but this one was metal. Arthur walked to it this time and twisted the knob slowly, and thankfully, it opened.

They advanced forward and out into the open and were met yet again by the accompanying rain. The music was louder now. "Arthur, let's split up, search for that noise." Dutch told him, and they split up and wandered around until Arthur found some kind of body chained to the wall on his right. The music was coming from a box thing next to it. Big white words on the right read "FAILURE." "Uh, Dutch, I think I found it." Van der linde approached Mr. Morgan. "Oh my god. Who would do this?" The body was wearing some kind of blueish greed outfit. It was barefoot, and the head was wrapped in bandages. "I guess someone didn't like them." Arthur tried to answer the question with sarcasm, but he obviously didn't know either and was shaken up by it.

"For fucks sake, what is that!" A familiar Irish voice spoke, causing the other 2 to turn around and come face to face with Sean, who was accompanied by Bill and John."What are you 3 doing here?" Dutch asked. "You were taking too long. We needed to see what was going on." John answered. "Who would do that? It's disgusting!" Bill said while his face looked pale.

But then they heard whooshing behind them, and the group turned around only to come face to face with something dressed in black. He had a cape, his torso was gray, and there was a big black bat on his chest. "Who the hell is that?" John asked. "Out of the way and let me examine that body." He spoke in a voice that sent chills down Arthur's spine. "I said, who the hell are you?" John was getting impatient, but the figure did not back down. "I'm Batman. Now, out of my way."

So this must be that Batman fella Scarecrow "spoke to" earlier. "John, don't do anything you will regret. Just let him pass." Dutch urged. After a moment, John reluctantly backs down and moves out of the way. Batman moves past them and to the corpse. " Alfred, I've discovered a mutilated body." He spoke to himself. No one heard him, but Arthur, cause he was closest. Batman continued. "I'm going to try to establish a cause of death." Batman took out a strange device and put it on the victims leg, and it started drawing blood. After a moment, Batman pulled it out and put it away. He touched something on his arm, and a frame appeared with an old man on it. "Blood tests reveal the cause of death was an overdose of pain killers leading to cardiac arrest. Also, the victims' fingerprints have been burned off with acid."

That could not sound like a pleasant death, Arthur thought to himself. "A rather unsavory demise." The old man on the glove spoke. He had a somewhat gentle and soothing voice. "That's not all. It's as though the subjects dna have been corrupted somehow. There's insufficient information for me to cross-reference the database. I'll have to use the deep tissue scanner to analyze the body for distinguishable features and determine the victims identity."

"Right, you are, sir." The old man vanished into nothing, and Batmans eyes turned white as he examined the corpse. Only he saw what was happening. Using the x-ray vision, Bruce detected a pattern of scar tissue on the upper arm. He recognized the pattern. He scanned it real quick. Then, he moved to the inner tissue and found remnants of a pace maker fitted through the right ventricle. He scans it and moves to the bone and sees clear signs of bone deformation on the left knee. His eyes return to normal, and he puts his hand on his ear and starts talking. "Alfred, the victims name is Franklin Accardo."Hmm, he had quite the troubled upbringing, sir. Been in and out of prison at an early age. He was serving a 20-year sentence at Blackgate Prison, before being released early on the grounds of ill health, due to a heart condition. He moved to Little Rock, Arkansas, which is where he was reported missing."What's unusual is that he didn't go missing in Gotham." Batman spoke. "He was brought here and killed. Why? We need to find whoever did this."Might I suggest keeping an ear out for anymore of that ghastly opera music. It sounds ominously like a calling card."

Batman turned to face the 5 gunslingers, ready to question them. "Who are you, and what are you doing in Gotham?" Dutch approached the man in black. "We have no idea how we ended up here, but I can assure you, we aren't here to cause trouble. And I'm Dutch. This is Arthur, John, Bill, and Sean. And we wanna help, but we have more people down there, on the street, and they need to be somewhere safe" Batman took a look at all of them, they didn't look like they were going to cause trouble. They looked like they wanted to defend the city and themselves, and if this Dutch person was right, there were more of them on the street below. "You need to leave Gotham, the nearest exit is Mercy Bridge, 20 minutes away from here." Batman said. "We wanna help and stop this chaos!" John argued back. "I know you wanna help, but you need to get to safety, I got it from here." Batman said he was already getting impatient.

"This chaos throughout the city, it will take more than you alone to deal with it. And we will actually help you." Dutch said. Batman's anger was rising, but he held it back. Maybe Dutch was right. Maybe he couldn't handle this mess by himself, but he had allies of his own. However, they looked good enough to fight. "Fine." Batman agreed."But no killing. Got it."

"Yes." Dutch agreed. Arthur couldn't believe it. They were now going to help in stopping a threat they had no knowledge about. "But you need to get the others to GCPD." Batman interrupted his thoughts. "We were heading there anyway." Dutch said. Batman didn't trust them fully, but all hands were needed this time. "Then it's settled to GCPD it is." Dutch said.

Author's note: Forgive me for taking too long again. I appreciate the positive reviews, and please tell me if this chapter was good enough. I was having trouble trying to figure out how to make it good, but my brain was just giving me this. And please point out any mistakes. But don't be rude about them, please.