"I will find you when time is right" - it was his words Justice remembered every day since she managed get down from that bloody bridge. She got couple scratches and bruises on her way down but she did it.
It was three days after that conversation with Batman and she was waiting and hoping that the guy had some sort of piece of mind not to turn his back on her proposal. Justice also was thinking of going to police if Batman didn't show up because she felt an urge to tell the truth about the killer. Too many deaths it had to be stoped and everyday Justice was causing herself for not doing it earlier.
The third day came by and Justice made the decision that Batman wouldn't come so she was going to police. Her orphanage friend Evan got to far with his killings and theories about "chosen in society".
That morning as soon as she woke up her phone made a news alert. "Another murder in uptown. Police keeps silence". Justice went right to that article where was a pretty poor description of a death scene because apparently police didn't share much. But the article managed to give a description of a victim pretty good. He was a very famous banker and recently got even more popular because of his new book about investments. He was a morning star of a couple TV shows on different channels. He also owned a pretty big house right next to the city park which was a prime real estate neighborhood. He had some properties in different states and overseas. Justin Reelf was his name and his father Rodger Reelf was co founder of Gotham's Investment Bank which had never got red. Profit was equal success in this family. The victim was found dead by his third wife a young painting artist whose works were very popular mostly because of her husband's investments in media and pr companies to promote a young artist. The official cause of death was unknown at this early time mostly because police didn't share much information but one source said that the victim was hanged and cut open.
It was eleventh death by unknown killer who was still leaving some notes which no one could solve. No pictures of the killer on any of cameras no tracing marks no nothing. He just didn't want to be caught.
Justice was seating in the kitchen staring in the window. Strong wing was pushing thin trees almost to the ground, a lot of garbage was flying back and forth on abandoned street. She walked upstairs that part of the house she didn't even try to renovate. Her room was still empty with one chair and wooden boards on the windows. There on that chair which she never remembered in this house back in her childhood, there was a box. She always had this box and she always was hiding it but here in her house it was just placed on the chair in an empty room. Box contained letters a lot of them from while back when Justice and Evan were just kids. They didn't talk to each other but somehow managed to create a language and for sometimes Justice liked that habit. One letter in the morning and one letter in the evening they were passing them to each other in the hallways of the orphanage house they spent most of their childhood.
Justice looked through some of them. One letter contained the story how Evan became an orphan and the next one was about that day when Tomas Wayne visited the orphanage. Evan wrote a long and angry letter he put all his hatred and envy in this letter. Justice recalled that she didn't even answer on this one she felt awful just from reading it.
All letters was in symbols two children had created and Justice still remembered how to read them. She was sure that Evan used this "language" in his notes to each of the dead bodies. Justice decided to go right now to captain James Gordon and tell him everything she knew. If they asked her what took her so long to come she would answer the truth. She moved in the Zone and didn't followed up with any news for a long time. She still wasn't sure that it was Evan because police had never revealed those death notes to the public. So Justice just guessed that it might be Evan … those killings were done very much as he described in some of his letters from many years ago. She wouldn't tell the police about the White Shadow she knew it for certain and with this thoughts she was ready to go.
She left the room on the second floor. The hallway was dark but she knew every corner by heart.
-I will give you a gear. - suddenly deep and low voice came out from the far corner of the hallway where was a bedroom of Justice's mother and step father.
She almost drop the box. A stranger in her house even if it was Batman still how did he get here without any noise. If he can anyone could do it too but then she calmed herself down. What Batman did no one could so she turned to the guest with a light smile. She didn't see him but little by little lines of his bat suit came out and after that his eyes glanced in the dark.
-Oh well. It took you three days to came out with such a shot answer and now you have eleven victims. - Justice stared on the dark figure.
He made a firm step forward and now she saw him better much better.
-Are you mad? - asked Justice she felt like smile but she didn't dare.
-You could do so much with the information you have. Those death are on you the same way they are on me.
-I wasn't sure it was him… I would never believe that he will do all of it… step by step.
-Does he has a plan? - Batman was slightly surprised.
-Ooo yes, he does. - answered Justice holding the box tight with both hands.