Justice found herself in a Batmobile flying to the main land from the Zone three. The car was extremely quiet and comfortable there was a lot going on. Different transducers and screens, buttons and touch panels were backlighted with cold blue light. A huge but seemed comfortable steering wheel was hold by Batman so organically beautiful that you might think the car was part of this man. His eyes were concentrated on the road.
"He has blue eyes" - thought Justice. "He must be a real human" - there were different rumors about Batman origins and nobody could tell for sure if he was a human or something more intelligent.
Justice didn't stare at Batman and instead turned her head to the window. Despite a narrow window the view was wide and had this cold filter because of tinting. Streets of the main land were clean and bright full of people, stores, restaurants and cars. Justice already forgot how it was to live here and be part of never ending run. It was all gone for her now she didn't care for lights and facades of building and store fronts she knew the hard truth now.
She felt anger and desperation for her fellow immigrants and people who were providing this fake beauty to people of Gotham. People who worked days and nights supplying rich with money and loosing their own health dignity and pride. Somewhere deep in her heart she wanted to see what Evan was cooking for Gotham she wanted to see this lie crashed by the reality and fear. Every time there was a murder of one more rich and powerful guy she was a little bit happy but she must help to stop it.
She felt it right on the opposite side of her heart that Evan's plan was evil and could ruin the whole city together with Zones because he wasn't an immigrant he didn't care for these people. He just wanted revenge for himself and his destroyed childhood. He was mad not being the rich and the powerful he was envious of Bruce Wayne and those other rich kids who had bright and happy childhood. Justice remembered his face back when they were kids and were watching news on an old tv in the orphanage. They said that Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered and Evan laughed so hard. That night he wrote to her in symbols that finally a rich bastard Bruce Wayne would cry and feel miserable. Evan was happy and cheerful all next week after that sad for all Gotham news.
Deep in her thoughts Justice didn't notice when Batmobile stoped. They were inside some sort of a garage and Batman exited the car, she followed.
The big black elevator took them far up and doors opened to a dark room. Justice noticed thick curtains on the left wall so those must be windows. A big vintage circle table in the middle of the room with whole bunch of papers and a huge map on the right wall. A map had red pins in it, those were Evan's murders each pin had a number and next to the map pictures of death notes what were left next to bodies. They were pined to the wall with the same number pin. Next to the table was a beautiful old chair and a big lamp on the table. Nothing else was in the room all corners were dark and empty.
Justice didn't say a word but she didn't like this room it was looking like room of an obsessed person.
-You will work here. - said Batman walking to the map.
-Do what? - asked Justice
-Translate. I need you to translate all notes next twenty four hours. - Batman stared at the map angrily.
-What if I need to pee? - that was the only Justice's concern. - Or eat?
-There is a door in the left corner it's a restroom with a shower if you need. Food will be provided don't worry. You must start now. - Batman turned to Justice and walked up to her so fast and so close she didn't have time to react.
His blue eyes were so dark and deep like storm waters in the ocean. There was fire in them and thirst for truth.
-I… I'm afraid to ask… - started mumbling Justice
-To build your gear I need time so you must do your part.
Justice nodded her head and started to walk toward the table with papers.
-Measurements… how you know what to build? - asked she turning to Batman but he was gone…