Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds

by Drumbullbee

One of ambition lurks within the hidden depths of the shadow, catching eye of some of the greatest minds. But what is their intent? And when all hope seems lost when the storm arrives, who of the chosen ones will be able to stay the course of what defines them without straying from who they are? Batman - Detective Conan crossover.

39. Intertwine Reveal

Lightest of Nights: A Deck of Minds

Chapter 39

Intertwine Reveal

Three, five minutes. How much time had passed since the two reached the lobby? Conan peeked around the corner once more, knowing they could not remain stationary. It was only a matter of time before they were to be discovered. In that case, suspicion would surely rise. The sign-in desk had two bathrooms stationed across from it. Further down the hall, the elevators that Eri and Ran had taken to advance to floor twenty-three. The stairwell was right past that. Unfortunately, two security guards stood on duty.

But it was strange. They didn't appear to be looking out for any incoming guests, no. One of them nervously continued to shed eye on his watch. Was something important expected to occur soon? Then there was the man across. He was on his phone, his eyes sharp on the content Conan suspected he was reading on his phone. What did it all mean? Either way, that wasn't his focus.

"Won't be easy bypassing them. Even if we managed to, there's more security in the room where the event is being held."

Just as Conan was about to look in the opposite direction of the elevators, Kogoro stepped in that direction. "Hey kid, this way."

To his surprise, there was an in-building restaurant sitting at the end of the hall. "Why are we going there? The only options for getting to the upper levels is that way," Conan pointed.

"You don't think I know that." Kogoro huffed. "Bear with me. I have a plan."

Conan was unsure how to feel about this. "Just what does he have in mind?"

…

Activity within the room increased. His line of sight fell upon an acrylic painting of a colorful apple tree. Laced in multiple shades of artistic color, the moon's influence in the left corner of the painting overflowed, posing as the main spectacle. Focus would then shift to the main attraction, the Bird Revenant.

"Alright Kid, what's your first move to make? What will your opening act for our little dance offer?"

A subtle vibration pulled for his attention. Tim reaching for his phone raised it to eye to discover an incoming call from a mailing service. "Hmmmm… I'm not expecting any packages. What could this be about?"

He opted to take the call as another joined his side. The exchange was brief, a clear shift in his demeanor was prevalent.

"What seems to be the problem, Drake-kun?" Tucking his mobile device away Tim shifted to discover Jirokichi. "Well..?"

"It would appear I've received an important package at the hotel I'm staying at," Tim informed.

Jirokichi didn't see the issue. "Can't you retrieve it later?"

"Unfortunately, not. I was told I have to sign for it." Placing his hands into his pocket, Tim paved way for the elevator. "I'll return as soon as I can. I trust you'll be able to handle things here?"

Jirokichi was unconcerned. "Don't worry about a thing. Everything is under control."

As a parting gesture, Tim gave a thumbs up. Upon entering the elevator Tim closed his eyes. "Removing me from the equation, huh? So, you've made your first move Kid. Well, I'd say it's time to play my first hand as well."

Tim glanced down at his watch. "It's a rough estimate of about ten minutes from here to the hotel. Factoring in rush hour doubles that time window. So, from here and back makes forty minutes. That means whatever Kaitou plans to pull off with my absence has to happen within that time frame." The elevator reached floor twenty four. "It's show time."

….

The events that had unfolded earlier that day, had been relayed. Silence. The green-eyed girl had yet to move. Masumi leaned in from where she stood over her. "Mama…?"

Subtle as it was, the blonde-haired girl blinked. Lifting her head, she raised eye from where she had stared. Her thoughts scattered, straightening into clarity, a prompted response came. "This man, the one in search of Kudo Shinichi. Did he detect you were in pursuit of him?"

Placing a finger to lip, Masumi clicked her tongue atop the insides of her mouth. "I don't believe so."

This was pleasing to learn. "Stay vigilant, if what you say is true, I suspect that man will make another appearance."

The question had to be asked, right? "So… do you believe that man has some relation to that Organization?"

"…"

"Mama?"

"Doubtful. Putting themselves at center stage, no. They're bait and wait. I'm intrigued none the less. Someone disguising themselves to not only track but confront the high school detective Kudo Shinichi. Question is, why?"

….

Happily signing another book for an attending fan, Yusaku looked forward. His eyes locked in gander with the next individual in line, a smiling man in glasses. He was tall, six two, six three perhaps? Given the occasion, he was well dressed. Everyone prior had worn casual apparel, but this man, decked out in a navy blue hat, a matching three piece, with a complimenting burgundy tie. Then he noticed it, a carried folder in his left hand.. what was inside? In his right hand, a small device. What was its use? To this point, no one had looked as enthusiastic to see him as this person. The grin on his face only grew as he stepped forward for his turn to meet and greet. A loud whistle erupted, followed by a security guard stepping in between the pair.

Checking his watch, Yusaku thought, "That must be our first scheduled fifteen-minute break." Looking to take full advantage of this, the novelist stood from where seated. Now standing, he couldn't help but notice the disappointment registered on the man's face who had been set to meet him next. Yusaku huffed, motioning over. He tapped the tall man on the shoulder as he passed. "Walk with me."

He was ecstatic. "What?! Really?!" He happily accepted the invitation.

The two walked side by side. "Tell me, what is it you wish to enquire Mr. reporter?"

The man in the navy colored suit stopped in shock. "H… how did you know I was a reporter?"

"Simple really." Yusaku stopped as well, choosing to entertain his curiosity. "The formal attire, the carried folder, and that device in your other hand."

The man looked himself over with each spoken detail.

"Your physical presentation says it all, You're here not as a genuine fan or novel enthusiast, but as someone looking to get a story." Yusaku seemed almost certain of this. "First is the folder. Files detailing general information about me, perhaps about some of my well-known work? Not that there might not be something in there detailing some of my more.. how should I say, obscure stories?"

Amazement flourished in expression. This was confirmation in Yusaku's mind. "Then there's that gizmo of yours. An audio recorder, yes?"

"Wow… I shouldn't have expected anything less from the great mystery writer." His intent was undeniable. "You're as brilliant as your stories would indicate."

Yusaku chuckled. "Now that we've walked the prologue, so to speak, would it be so much for me to enquire your name?"

Excitement mustered across his face. "So, does that mean you'll be accepting an interview at this time?" He was hopeful.

"I see no reason for rejection."

Fulfillment. There was no other way to describe it. "Well of course," placing the device into his pocket the man stepped forward with the extend of his hand. "You can call me-"

A bump at his side would bring about an interruption, causing the man to lose balance. "Woo.. woooHH!" The folder in hand fluttered forward, several sheets of paper gliding in multiple directions to the ground below.

The carry of a sweet and apologetic voice fueled from behind. "My deepest apologies!" It was a woman.

The man in the navy colored suit kneeled down to retrieve his paperwork, peeking an eye over at the woman wearing a fedora hat. As he reached for the last of the scattered files, it clicked. "You.."

The woman looked to him. "Me?" Puzzled, she pointed to herself.

"Kudo, Yukiko.. yea," he was sure of this. "You're the wife of Yusaku-san."

"I see, you're even more knowledgeable about me than I initially expected," Yusako admitted.

The two found way back to their feet. Yukiko bowed. "Again, I'm sorry for bumping into you."

The man brushed it off. "It's no big deal. Besides, I have to shoulder some of the blame. I can be a little clumsy, you see." He couldn't help but laugh.

Yusaku looked at his wife, then at the area surrounding her. His expression was one of surprise. She noticed. "What's wrong?"

"You're alone," noted the writer. "Were our guests unable to attend?"

"Oh, they actually headed to floor twenty-three to view the gallery. They would have come by and said hi. But we didn't want to disturb you during the meet and greet. I was just about to head down there myself when I saw you leaving your seat."

"Well, they have granted us writers our first fifteen-minute break."

The man beside him cleared his throat, adding on to his words. "And he was going to kindly grant some of that time for an interview I was going to conduct."

Yukiko looked from one to the other. "An interview?"

The six foot three man smilingly rubbed the back of his head. "Well, yea.. I, I'm kind of like a reporter you see." An awkward laugh following his words.

Yukiko placed a hand to chin, an idea coming to mind. "Oh! I've got it!"

Yusaku couldn't decide if he should feel elated or frightened. The two men watched as the renown actress marched forward and unexpectedly grabbed hold of the reporters arm. "Come, we have much to discuss."

The man in the navy blue suit was taken aback. "Um, a… we do?"

Yukiko nodded confidently as she pressed for him to walk with her. "Anything you wish to enquire of my husband, you can ask me. General information about his life, check! In depth analysis of his works, double check! Anything you need to know, this gal has got you covered!" Pointing to herself with a bold of confidence, Yukiko flicked a streak of her hair hanging above her eyes. Glancing back, she winked in the direction of her husband. "Enjoy your uninterrupted break, Yu-chan!"

"I.. it was very nice to meet you Kudo-san!" the reporter called while getting dragged away.

Leaning ever so slightly, Yusaku closed his eyes momentarily as a smirk formed. "What would I do without that woman?"

The reporter's interest for exactly where they were going increased with every taken step. "Well, aeh.. would it be, I mean… can I ask where we're going?"

"To the art gallery," Yukiko happily revealed. "You can host your interview once we get there."

….

Several minutes passed since they took a seat at the diner on the first floor. The waiter serving them returned with the selected beverages the pair ordered.

"A beer for you, and a soda for the boy. Anything else I can help you both with?"

The widely known detective shook his head. "No, that'll be all for now."

The server bowed. "Very well."

Following their exchange, Kogoro turned his sights back on the layout of the first floor. "Come on, there has to be a way to get upstairs undetected. But how?"

Then he saw it, a food cart. He observed as one of the cooks placed appetizers atop the cart before stepping back into the kitchen. Could it be? The possibility of it climbed to mind. They had ordered no food, and there wasn't anyone else but him and the boy in glasses seated next to him at the diner. If Kogoro's hunch was correct, this could very well be the opening he was hoping for.

Shifting, he looked at Conan who took a sip of his soda from the straw in mouth. Noticing focus had fallen upon him, Conan pressed for his sudden interest. "What is it?"

Kogoro's response, simply to smile.

….

Navigating the room full of people, she carefully moved about with the carried beverages in her possession, offering to anyone who would listen. "Would you like a drink?"

A lean man standing around her height shook his head in rejection. "Appreciate the offer, but no thanks."

She asked the same of another man whom she passed moments later, he too, rejected. Easing into her role with every passing moment, she finally keyed in on one of the noted subjects. Casually approaching the lone man whom stood at window side, she spoke.

"Hello sir, would you like a drink?"

Hearing someone speak, Jirokichi shifted. "And what is it you offer this evening, young lady?"

"Apple or orange juice." The options were prototypical for what one would expect. Jirokichi taking a moment would decide.

"Orange." Taking a sip, he grinned. "Thank you very much."

Nodding, the young woman trotted off. Quickly scanning the room, she bit her bottom lip in growing impatience. "I can't believe Kuroba-kun has me moping around as some waitress. Ahhgh! How unfitting for someone such as myself." Her fists tightened. "And just how long does he plan on waiting before he makes his little entrance? The sooner we finish this, the better."

"Hey, you there, we need your help in the kitchen," another server working the floor called from a close distance.

Tightening her teeth to conceal her growing annoyance, she promptly responded. "I'll be right there."

Across the room, Eri and Ran walked in unison, commenting on any works of art that caught their attention. It was in the process of this that her voice carried within range of the two. "It would appear Yukiko has finally joined us."

"Look, there's someone with her." After quick inspection, there was no doubt in Ran's mind. She had never seen this person before. "Mom, do you know who she is with?"

Adjusting her glasses, she shook her head. "I've never seen this man before."

The former actress and the reporter conversed, neither noticing that eye had fallen upon them.

"Night Baron..?"

"Yes!" excitement registered on the reporter's face. "Is there any further insight you can give us about the character that isn't within the pages of the series?! And does Yusaku-san plan to reveal the phantom thief's true identity with the next volume?!

"I, ummmmm…?"

"Ouuuhhh! Perhaps a follow up with the inclusion of family members, a love interest.. or, YES! A rival phantom thief that steps foot on his turf in challenge!" He held the recording device to her lips, highly anticipating her response.

Yukiko was at a loss for words, baffled even. "I can't tell if these are questions or suggestions." Yukiko was somewhat humored, not expecting the reporter would turn out to be such a 'fanboy'. "This was not the kind of questions I was expecting when I took over handling this interview."

Clearing her throat, she would muster up a response. "Are you sure that's what you really want to know? I thought for sure you would want something juicer."

Her words brought a pique in interest. "Something juicer?"

"Yes, me!" Yukiko smiled. "Why don't you ask questions about the great writer, Kudo Yusaku's wife?!"

A dumbfounding look fell upon the reporter's face, resulting in awkward chuckles from Yukiko. "You know, involving our family dynamic!"

He slightly slouched. "Pretty sure that's not what fans of his work really care to know about," murmured the reporter with the narrow of his eyes.

"Well, ahhh.. what if I told you a lot of his ideas pertaining to his stories have stemmed from his course of daily life with his family? Our son, Kudo Shinichi, and myself."

This garnered a renewed intrigue. "Hmmmmm, interesting. I don't believe anyone has worked that angle with Yusaku-san in an interview before, or with someone as close to him as you for that matter. Especially pertaining to the inner sculpt of his stories, always wondered what his driving force was behind that complex mind of his." He tucked the held folder into the pocket of his jacket.

A devilish grin found way to Yukiko's lips. "I'm totally making this up as I go. Can't believe it's actually working!"

With a new found interest taking form, the reporter smilingly pressed for the new angle to take. "Alright then, we'll start with your son you mentioned.. Kudo, Shinchi was it?" She nodded in confirmation. "So, what can you tell me about him?"

Her expression, surprise. "Huh? You mean you've never heard of him? Famous high school detective?"

The reporter rubbed the back of his head. Grinning, he apologized. "Sorry, but I haven't. The beauty is, you can clue not only me in, but anyone else who reads my article on how your detective son has influenced Yusaku-san's work and the development of the Night Baron character!"

Yukiko lightly chuckled. "He's really stuck on Night Baron, isn't he?"

"What do you say we get started, why don't you tell me a little bit about Shinichi-san, then we'll go from there?"

"Where to even start?" A sudden vibration came from the purse hanging across her shoulder. Someone was calling. "Such perfect timing," Yukiko mumbled.

Removing the phone from her bag she discovered who was calling. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this, it's an impor-" Suddenly, the two were joined. "Eri, Ran-chan… perfect timing!"

"Who is this with you?" Eri asked before turning eye to the man beside her.

"He's actually a reporter. It's a long story, anyway I was just about to tell him about-"Yukiko stopped mid-sentence. Racing behind Ran, she placed her hands upon her shoulders, giving her a subtle push. "Who better than myself to give you insight on Shinichi, than his girlfriend!"

"Huh?!" A shared confusion between mother and daughter.

"Ran-chan, would you be willing to answer some questions for this kind reporter about Shin-chan? Just until I get back?" Yukiko was hopeful.

Ran was hesitant. Not wanting to be rude, she would accept. "Ummm… sure."

Yukiko bowed. "Then it is settled. Give me just a minute or so, I'll return shortly to take over for you." She raised her phone to ear in her departure.

Eri made a move for the closest corner. "I'll give the two of you some space to talk. If you need me Ran, I'll be right over there."

Understanding, Ran nodded. This left just the two of them. The pair faced one another, an awkward glance to say the least. "Well hello there, it's very nice to meet you."

"Hmmm.." Ran nodded.

"Yukiko-san mentioned you as Ran, is that how you would like to be addressed?" Sensing an uneasiness, he hoped to warm up to her.

The young girl nodded for a second time. "That's fine."

It was time to begin. Adjusting his collar, the reporter held out the audio device before posing his first question. "Tell me Ran-san, how long have you known Kudo, Shinichi?"

"Well, ahuuumm.."

The stammer in voice, the subtle shaking, and above all.. the spark in eye. She was nervous. It was time for a different approach. Pulling back, the reporter shut off the recording device before placing it into his pocket. "What do you say we keep this off record? Just a basic conversation between two people? Sound good?"

Ran bowed for a third time. "Yes."

There was an immediate shift in her demeanor. With that, he would try again. "So, tell me, how long have you and Kudo Shinichi been associated?"

…..

The pair shared a brief glance. Crossing, a glass of apple juice was taken. Looking down at the note now in possession, this marked the true beginning of the act.

….

On the opposite side of the room, Jirokichi took his last sip of the provided beverage, relishing in its juices as he lowered the glass in hand. "Sweet. Just like the sweet taste of victory that is to come over Kid." He was confident in this belief. Unlike encounters before, this felt different, a perceived accomplishment.

"Enjoying the view?"

The sound of his voice brought about a surprise. Jirokichi turned, bringing confirmation who had joined him at window side. "Drake-kun? But I was under the impression you had an important package to retrieve at the hotel you were staying at."

Tim, who had a glass in hand as well took a drink. "I called them, rescheduling for a revised shipment for tomorrow morning," Tim spoke in response.

"I see."

"You know Kaitou Kid better than anyone." Tim focused his attention on the guests roaming the room. "Do you believe he has arrived?"

Jirokichi stepped to his side. "He has. Now the fun part."

"Which is?"

Jirokichi smiled. "Leading him to believe he is in control."

….

The elevators ring alerted him of their arrival, the sound of the sliding doors following "Kogoro-ojisan's plan for me to hide under the sheets of the food cart actually worked."

'Bump'. He felt as the cart exited the elevator. What floor had he arrived to? The time now came to execute the next part of the plan. Slightly lifting the sheet clouding his vision, Conan noted all that was in line of his vision. "There, that table!" Coming up on his right side was a large table, like the cart, had a long cloth shielding the space beneath. This was his chance. As the cart was to pass the table, Conan darted, escaping the eyes of all standing in the room.

"No one saw me, good." He felt like a government spy, shifting from one position to the next, in his case.. no clear objective in mind. What was the point? Ran was simply here to view an art show with her mother. Why was Kogoro so adamant to know how things would play out? On the other end of the spectrum, Bruce Wayne. He was in attendance, the prime suspect in his mind, behind the mystery of Batman. If anything, this opened an opportunity to investigate. Did his hypothesis hold any weight?

Conan, curious which floor he ended up on, peeked from under the table. The sculptures, the number of paintings that filled the room. "This clearly isn't the floor where dad is hosting a book signing. So, where am I?" That was something he was determined to find out.

…..

The pair crossed once more, returning the glass from before. They would receive a napkin in return, which they would promptly draw focus to.

….

Tim paved way to the opposite side of the room, it was then that he crossed someone of familiarity. "Ms. Suzuki? I wasn't expecting you'd be here." Even more surprising, her choice of wear; cowboy boots, a pair of baggy black jeans, a thick leather jacket, and a cowboy hat to take top it off? "I must say," Tim paused momentarily. "I never pegged this to be your type of fashion."

While subtle at first, an increased level of disgust became prevalent on the young girl's face. There was only one thing to conclude from this in his mind.

"Ok, I'm going to go out on a limb and say tonight's choice of style wasn't entirely your choice..?"

Sonoko twitched an eye, turning her head to the side as she reluctantly admitted. "Well, I may have or may not have lost a bet."

"And there it is." As he was to press for more on the 'supposed bet', a notable detail that had eluded him before couldn't be any clearer. "Ms. Suzuki.. your height, you're a lot taller than you were this afternoon. Perhaps the boots?" This was his assumption.

Sonoko laughed "The boots, it is definitely the boots."

He couldn't quite pin point what, but something felt off about the girl across.. something different. The two would suddenly get barraged by a group of people passing by. The pair stepped off to the side, bringing them in front of a table. Then it hit, the scent, one of something he absolutely dreaded. Sonoko noticed the soured shift in expression. "Is something the matter?" Halfway through her inquiry, she noticed what was sitting upon the table beside them; food samples inside a number of mini paper cups. "Oh look, fish samples!"

The short-haired girl reached for one of the cups, wasting no time in taking a taste. The result? Delightful was the best way to put it. "Drake-kun, you absolutely have to try this!"

Leveling eye once more, she came to find the soured look from before had turned to that of fright. What had brought about this shift? Uncertain of the cause, she held out the cup in offer. "Here, wanna try one?"

"No thanks," Tim declined in haste. "I'm really.. and I mean really, am not a big fan of fish." Taking a step back, he furthered the distance between them.

Sonoko chuckled, finishing the last of the samples herself before tossing the empty cup into the trash near. "Who'd have thought? My uncle's little helper scared of a little fish?"

"I'm not scared of fish," Tim promptly denied as he turned for the opposite direction. "You see, it's just not my cup of tea."

She looked at him curiously. "Where are you going?"

"I have an important call to make." He'd glance back. "The night is still young. Perhaps we can continue this little chat later…?"

…..

This marked the third encounter. The exchange of a napkin for another glass of juice. The two now moved in sync like an operating engine.

….

The boy in glasses peered from where he hid once more, his objective, determining Bruce Wayne's whereabouts. "I don't see him.." Furthermore, what floor was he on? Tracing the room further, he spotted someone unexpected. "Ran? What's she doing here? I was under the impression she was invited to my dad's book signing."

If anything was clear, there was more going on at Skytale than just a book signing. Then there was the man who was locked in conversation with his childhood friend. "Who is that?" Conan had never seen this man before. Could it be he was the one hosting, well, the event taking place on this floor? The paintings, the sculptures, all the arts displayed within the room; if there was anything to make of it, an art show of some kind? That was his conclusion to make.

Calling his dad could bring clarity, yes? No, he'd probably be too busy to answer. His mother perhaps? Question is, would she answer this time? It was during the thought of this that Conan's eyes fell into view of it, there was no mistaking its brand. "Could it be? That looks like one of the mini revenant statues from the same collection that Kaitou Kid handed over to me the night of the Riddler's game." What was it doing on display here? Then came the question, would Kid have an interest in this one as well? The probability seemed high in the young detective's mind.

Of all that was laid before him, there was one thing that was a certainty: he couldn't remain hidden if he was to investigate. The question now, how could he move about without getting noticed?

….

Yukiko had finally finished with her phone conversation. She glanced down at her watch. Five minutes had passed since her departure. "Hopefully Ran-chan is holding up ok." Hurrying along, she stepped out from the hall where the elevator was located back into the art room. Surveying the large space, she attempted to relocate them. "Oh, there they are." Upon locking in on the pair, Yukiko approached. Smiles, laughter; from her view of things. They seemed entertained by each-other's company. "Ran-chan!"

Ran faced her. "Oh hey, you're finally back."

"And just when things were getting interesting," the reporter noted.

Yukiko was unsure of what to make of this. "Well, if you don't mind. What do you say I take over from here?"

Ran would not decline, bowing as if to pass the torch. "Have at it." She would then face the reporter, bowing to him as well. "I really enjoyed our discussion."

"Likewise. Try and enjoy the rest of your evening young lady." With that, the tall man would retrieve his audio device, laying all focus back on the former actress. "Now, where were we?"

A moment was all it took for Ran to spot where her mother stood next to a sculpture of a human sized gargoyle. Her eyes.. she was focused on something. Who or what could it be? Ran approaching her mother would inquire that very thing. "Mom, is something wrong?" Ran looked into the same direction, spotting the man they had encountered in the lobby standing next to the entryway to the room. "Wayne, Bruce."

"He's been standing there for almost two minutes," Eri reported.

Ran suspiciously looked over at her. "And you've been watching him the entire time?"

"He appears to be observing something or someone. I haven't quite been able to determine what that is." This all but confirmed Ran's claim. Whatever the case, was it really important? Eri's focus would shift to her daughter. "So, how did that interview go with the reporter?"

….

The host of the event itself stood leaning against the wall behind. Everything was going as planned. Bruce reached for his phone, dialing a certain number as he eased forward. "Tim, your prediction for whose face Kaitou would choose to plagiarize was spot on."

"However, wasn't expecting Kid to entertain assistance."

Bruce acknowledged this very fact. "Yes, the young lady working as a waitress. As not to blow their cover, the two have not communicated verbally, or through electronics. I imagine this is out of fear of the possibility of getting their connection hacked."

"An agreed assumption."

"Instead, they've opted to use napkins."

"Yes. Every time they have crossed, while to everyone it simply looks as if a beverage is being handed out or an empty glass is being returned, they're actually using this as a means of communication."

"Are you aware of what the two have transferred to one another?"

"Not yet. Every encounter between them has happened out of range of the surveillance cameras in the room. Kid did his research."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from Japan's finest thief."

"How are things on the other front? Any update on Kudo?"

"Yusaku is currently on the twenty-fifth floor, while Yukiko is here in the art gallery. As for any gained intel, well, that is pending until this event's close."

"I see."

"I take it you have not collected enough to decipher who Kaitou Kid is. What will you do next?"

Several moments of silence flowed in wake of the pose. "Well, maybe it's time for a.. how should I say, a more revealing approach."

Bruce was unsure of what to make of this. "Then I'll leave it to you."

….

One could not deny the style, the harmonious mesh of colors, and the visual hierarchy it possessed. Ran found herself captivated. Oil pastels? Determined to bring confirmation she leaned in for a closer look.

"Ran." Hearing her name spoken, she turned to face her mother. "I'm going to go grab something to drink. Would you like something?" Eri watched as her daughter took a few moments to contemplate.

"A water will do."

Eri nodded. "A water it is."

Focus returned to the piece of art that had reeled in her interest. Suddenly, Ran couldn't help but catch eye of someone standing across the way. "Sonoko?" The baggy pants, leather jacket, and cowboy hat… to say she was dumbfounded, was an understatement. "What is she wearing?"

Ran, unsure of what would come of their encounter, approached her friend. She called to her as she neared. "Sonoko.."

The girl's eyes widened, facing her friend. Her expression was of surprise. "Ran? What are you doing here?"

She looked her up and down, Ran's eyes narrowing as they fell stationary with the one across. "Ummm… Sonoko, what are you wearing?" Suspicion carrying in her voice.

"Well, there's a long and sophisticated reason for the chosen wardrobe, but to put it simply," Sonoko chuckled, pausing before revealing what she knew her friend wished to know. "I lost a bet."

Ran's expression shifted to curiosity. "A bet? With whom? And what was the wager?"

An instantaneous ring of Sonoko's phone interrupted. "Of course someone is calling me." Sonoko huffed in annoyance.

"Is that a new phone?" Ran had never seen the turquoise colored device Sonoko removed from her back pocket.

Sonoko nodded, bringing confirmation. "Yep, got it this evening, actually." Noting who was in the process of calling, Sonoko blinked. "Give me a minute. I have to take this."

Immediate disappointment surfaced to Ran's face, something even Sonoko noticed as she turned for the opposite direction. "I promise, this won't take long."

Ran watching her departure crossed her arms over her chest. "It seems everyone is receiving important calls tonight." Someone came to Ran's side, startled, she pivoted.

"I'm back, barring gifts." Eri lifted a glass in hand. "Your water."

Ran accepted, taking an immediate sip. Eri sensed a distress. "Are you ok?"

Ran opted to take a deep breath. "I'll be fine." She smiled. "Thanks for the water, mom."

….

He had observed from this spot for long enough. It was now time. Just as Conan was to make a move he noticed a certain someone hurrying across the room. "The old man appears to be in a rush. But why?" It didn't take long for the ace detective to realize where he was going. "He's heading straight for this table!"

Stepping back, Conan let the table cloth fall back into place, concealing his presence once again. Drowning in the moment's silence, Conan patiently waited for Jirokichi to speak.

"Hey, it's me. You were right. Kid is not only here, but disguised as the person you predicted. From what I can tell, he isn't aware that we know, there isn't a better time than now to-"

He would get cut off. No further words came from him for several moments. "So, it's true. Kid is here, after all." On the flip side, who was Jirokichi speaking with?

"What do you mean don't engage, we have the element of surpri-" Jirokichi would get cut off for a second time, his frustration only increasing. "Very well. If you truly believe this is the best course of action to take, then it will be so."

Jirokichi took a deep breath, the sound of his phone being tucked away followed. Moving with such subtly, Conan once again lifted the table cloth, peeking up at Jirokichi briefly. He could see it in his eyes; he was deep focused on something or someone. Following the path of his eyes, Conan discovered exactly what had garnered his attention. "Sonoko…?" He couldn't help but focus on her choice of clothing. "What prompted her to wear that? That's not her style whatsoever… unless." Watching, she placed her phone into her back pocket. Who had she been speaking with?

His mind moved back to the topic at hand. Then it snapped. "Kaitou Kid… is he disguised as Sonoko?"

Could it be? The possibility was likely. However, there were two things that bothered him; her apparel. It was completely off from anything from normalcy, regarding her. If Kid wanted to stay unnoticed, would he truly decide to masquerade as someone Jirokichi was fully acquainted with? Moreover, would he choose to wear attire she wasn't known for sporting?

If true, it seems as if Kid wants them to know exactly whose face he hides behind.. no, that wasn't it. It has to be something else, but what? Sonoko pulling out her phone began walking, Conan tracing her every move as she paved way. "Where is she going?"

It was sudden, the clash came without warning, both losing control of the items held in hand. Sonoko and the woman across dropped to the ground. It was none other than Akako. She retrieved the tray and few drinking glasses that had fallen from her possession. Sonoko, biting her bottom lip, knew an apology was in order. "My deepest apologies. I should have been watching where I was going.. Koizumi-san."

The girl hoisting long raven black hair stared into the eyes of the girl across, shock expressed. "How… how do you know my name?"

"Well," Sonoko managed a grin. She held up an item in hand, one she had retrieved from the ground. "You dropped your wallet. I happened to catch a glance of your Ekoda High school ID."

Retorting, Akako would hold up an item as well. "And you dropped your phone." Leaning forward, the two high school students would exchange belonging. It was subtle, but the sharp feel of it couldn't be denied. A cold feeling came over Akako. "The aura of this girl. Why does it feel like I've felt it before, wait… could it be?"

All thoughts would seize following the screeching sound of gunfire that erupted. This brought the sound of carrying gasps of fear, pinning all eyes to the entry point of the room.

His heart was now pounding. "What's going on?" Conan moved with extreme caution, slowly repositioning the table cloth to find two security guards standing at the door. "It's the two security guards I saw standing guard by the elevators back in the lobby. Did one of them fire off those shots?"

Confirmation followed. "Alright everyone. We're going to make this quick and simple," began one of the security guards. "My buddy here is going to go around the room and collect any and all valuables that you're carrying. Any resistance, well… that will only lead to unnecessary consequence."

Conan eyes squinched. "It looks like those security guards were up to something after all."

What followed was what he expected. One man stood guard, with his gun swaying from one person to the next. Almost as if to dare someone to challenge. The other began making his rounds, holding a bag open as he began collecting valuables from all in attendance. There was no telling if things would escalate or not. Either way, Conan would not wait to see how things played out.

"I've got two tranquilizers left, just enough to take out the burglars." He moved to a position on his belly. "I've got only two shots, so I have to make them count."

The burglar reached the reporter, holding out the bag. "Alright, drop in the goods big boy. And don't even think about trying anything funny."

He would comply. "I, ah… would you like mm.. my glasses as well?" fretted the man in the navy colored suit.

"No, you can keep those. They hold no special value as far as I'm concerned."

Next to approach was Eri and Ran. She side-eyed her daughter, noting her clutched fists and tight posture. Eri making eye contact, simply shook her head, a non verbal convey to get her to stand down. Ran receiving the message took a deep breath.

"Alright ladies, you're up."

Conan took a deep breath. He'd go for the man holding the gun first, then take care of his accomplice collecting goods, second. Three, two, one. It was show time. Inching forward just enough, Conan peeked out from where he hid, taking aim with a quick shot. "Got him!"

The gunman let out a subtle groan as he fell forward. Not wasting even a moment, Conan locked on the second target, aligned with a clear shot. "Perfect."

Pulling the trigger, Conan shrieked as a man suddenly stepped in the path of the soaring tranquilizer. "DAMMIT!"

Contact was made, however… it didn't seem to affect the individual who was hit? Instead, a woman standing beside him fell over, crashing face first into the table near. This obviously prompted several gasps. A sheer moment was all it took for the now lone burglar to find that his partner in crime now laid unconscious just feet away.

"Look! His buddy is out! We've got this guy surrounded!" One guest shouted.

"Let's take him out!" another added.

It was over, his mind completely shifted, escape. In a last ditch effort, the second burglar tossed the collected aside before reaching into his jacket, revealing a hand gun that had been stashed. "Don't get so comfortable! I'm armed and loaded! And as far as I'm concerned, I can't guarantee you all leave here alive!" Scouring the crowd of frightened onlookers, he licked his top lip before locking in on his first target as he took aim. "Starting with you, sweetheart."

Conan's heart began to race. "Mom!"

Before he could react, the culprit discharged a bullet from the held gun. It was too late, there was nothing Conan could do as horror ascended upon his face. Yukiko frozen still like a deer in headlights felt her body forced from the ground from where she stood. "Get down!" a man yelled, tackling her to the ground with such force.

The gunman attempted to fire for a second time, only to discover the gun had jammed. "Dammit! Of course this would happen right now!"

Opportunity had shown its face. "His gun is jammed," one stated.

"This is our opportunity! Take him down!" exclaimed another.

Three men charged at the killer. He was unconcerned, he tossed the jammed weapon away before pulling out a concealed ten inch blade he had hidden in the opposite pocket of his jacket. "If you seek death, step forward!"

The three men to have attempted to charge him halted. He laughed, humored by this. "That's what I thought. Now," he began as he scoured the room once more.

There was only one thing on his mind. If he was to escape, "I'm going to need a hostage." He needed to act fast. After a quick scan, his eyes fell on Eri. "Well, you'll do just FINE!"

With no hesitation, he charged toward Eri who looked on in shock. Ran who stood beside her, was ready to make a move.

"Oh no you don't!" Conan thinking quickly discharged one of the balls from his belt. Just as he was to take his shot or before Ran could act, someone stepped in between the charging knife man and Eri. "Bruce!"

"Get out of my way pretty boy!" The killer lunged forward with the swing of the blade. Bruce timing his step motioned with a side step, using the momentum of the killer, Bruce grabbed hold of his wrist before twisting it, elevating the killer over his body before slamming him to the ground with a loud thump; disarming him of the blade all in one motion.

Bruce stood, gazing down at the unconscious man. "That's enough excitement from you for the rest of the night."

After checking in on her mom to make sure she was ok, Ran then looked around the room for her friend. "Sonoko…?" She was nowhere to be found.

All things considered, Conan was relieved. With the case now closed, there was only one person on his mind. "Mom." Looking across the room Yukiko, had since returned to her feet. This prompted him to sigh in relief. "She's ok, good."

Yukiko dusted herself off, her heart rate gradually returning to normal.

"You ok?" a concerning voice enquired.

She faced him, it was none other than the reporter from before. "You saved me… thank you."

He blushed. Rubbing the back of his head, he downplayed his own efforts. "It's nothing really. Besides, the guy completely missed, see." Extending his arm, the reporter opened the palm of his hand.

"What's this?" It was a bullet, one that was clearly dented. She looked into his eyes once more. "Is this?"

"Yes. The round that was intended to hit you," confirmed the reporter. "I discovered it several feet away on the ground."

This sparked Yukiko's curiosity. "On the ground? You mean you didn't find it embedded in the wall?"

The reporter shook his head, bringing confirmation to his initial statement. "If I had to take an educated guess, I'd say it ricocheted after impact with something in the room."

"I see." Yukiko held the bullet out for him to take, which he denied with the shake of his head. This surprised her. "You don't want to keep it?"

"You hold onto it. Keep it as a monument for tonight's events." He smiled. "Not everyone can say they've survived in the face of an incoming bullet."

"You know," biting her bottom lip, Yukiko tucked the bullet in a secure pocket spot in her purse. "I think I'll do just that."

Conan, who had been observing the pair, utilized the advancements of his glasses to scan the side of the room where the bullet was fired. "That's strange, I'm not finding a point of impact, regarding the bullet." What did this mean?

Conan chuckled, "That's the same man I accidentally hit with a tranquilizer dart, or so I thought. Then there's the bullet…" Using the scan system of his glasses, Conan examined the room. "No sign of impact on any of the walls. Maybe he caught it with his bare hands?"

The internal joke played through his mind. He found it mildly amusing. "Maybe that guy is made of steel or something...?" He managed a mild chuckle.

There was nothing more he needed or wished to enquire. "Well Yukiko-san, it was not only an honor to meet you, but to be granted the opportunity to interview you. I will forever be grateful." The reporter made a move for the exit.

"Hold on." Yukiko's words would bring a halt.

He'd glance back at her. "Yes?"

"Your name. You never told me your name or what agency you represent."

Shifting, he bowed his head before delivering just that. "Kent," the reporter conveyed. "Though, I'd prefer if you addressed me as Clark."

Yukiko bowed in return. "Well, the pleasure was mine as well, Clark Kent."

"As for my employer. The Daily Planet," Clark revealed.

Yukiko placed a finger to lip. "The Daily Planet.. I'd be lying if I said I've heard of it."

"Which shouldn't come as a surprise. Its base of operation is in a faraway place known as Metropolis." The man in the navy suit would turn for the exit once more, gracing her with a parting invitation. "You and your husband should visit sometime. I'd be more than willing to take you both on a tour of the city."

Yukiko puffed her lips, gradually forming into an accepting smirk. "You know, I might just take you up on that."

Tipping his hat, Clark would march off as Yukiko stood in a daze, one only broken after hearing the voice of her friend. "So, Metroplolis?" Eri softly spoke.

Yukiko grinned. "What? You interested in tagging along?"

"Highly doubt my schedule would allow for such an adventure."

Not a moment later, a band of law enforcement lead by Megure Juzo entered the room. "Alright, I was given the basic details of what happened over the phone. Would someone like to explain in full detail what happen-"

Eri stepping forward, interjected. "It's over."

Shock exploded. "It's OVER?!"

With all the commotion and emotions running high, Conan knew if there ever was an opportunity to slip out, it was now. Darting for the elevator, Conan glanced over at Bruce for a final time. "The way he moved, his form even when taking down that security guard. There's no doubt in my… Bruce Wayne is Batman. Now, all I need is proof."

….

He gazed into the face of the moon, briefly closing his eyes in welcome of the nightly breeze that massaged the sides of his cheek. While faint, someone approaching from behind tickled his conscious.

"So, you finally slipped out?" Kaitou Kid faced Akako, a genuine display of disgust on full display.

"I can't believe you left me in there. I could have been shot! What then?!"

Kaitou Kid relished in her frustrations, finding it hard to hold back the few laughs that escaped his lips.

This only fueled Akako further who placed her hands to hip. "You're not taking this serious Kuroba-Kun!"

"Number one, I'm certain you'd have had no troubles dealing with a pair of simple gunmen. Number two, my little detective would have not allowed for anyone to mark, so much as a scratch on you."

"… Your little detective?" Akako was moderately interested by what was meant by that.

"Never mind it," replied Kaitou looking to shift gears. Stepping toward her, he had something he wished to know. "Tell me, did you find my disguise as Timothy Drake more appealing to the eye than the actual thing?"

"More like the clearance section rip-off, if I've ever seen one," Akako happily insulted. An evil grin was now cruising in place.

Kaitou Kid rolled his eyes as he looked away from the long-haired girl who couldn't help but laugh. "Don't know why I even bothered asking. On a good note, all security measures were accounted for. I shouldn't have any trouble getting my hands on the Bird Revenant when the time comes."

With a smirk still in place, Akako gave him the thumbs up. "Good for you."

Turning with the sway of his cape, the Phantom Thief aligned beam focus with her dark eyes. "What of your encounters? The red demon… was that person in attendance tonight?"

The smile on face faded. "I was wondering when you would ask."

".. Well?"

"Yes. And trust me when I say, you'll be surprised to learn who it is."

…...

The renown duo of investigators managed to exit the premises before being made out by anyone who was familiar with them. Even so, Kogoro felt the need to ask once more.

"And you're sure no one spotted you?"

"For like the fifth time, no one saw me," responded Conan. "You can breathe easily. I don't suspect Ran will find out we followed her to Skytale tonight."

Sighing in relief, Kogoro would shift the subject. "Well good. It seems as if everything fell in our favor then. And to top it off, you and I were awarded free drinks!" Kogoro's burst of laughter paved through the end of the block.

"Hmmmm.." Curious for what was meant by this, Conan pulled at his jacket. "Free drinks, what do you mean?"

Placing his laughter on hold, Kogoro responded. "The beverages ordered at the sit in restaurant at the Skytale lobby, well, someone tipped the bill for us."

This was a surprise. "Who?"

"That Bruce Wayne guy," Kogoro revealed. Conan's eyes widened "Don't know how, but at some point he must have found out we were dinning in that little place. I'll have to thank him if we ever formally meet."

The seconds following were a blur. Uneasiness came over the young detective. If Bruce was aware of their activities in the lobby, was it possible he also knew Conan had managed his way to floor twenty-three? If so, what did it mean?

Kogoro stopped after another step. "This is far enough. When Ran and Eri exit, there's no way they'd spot us from all the way over here." Kogoro went on to signal for a taxi. Within a minute one arrived. Sitting in the backset, Conan reminisced with his thoughts. What was to come? At this point, even he was unsure.

….

The ladies walked step for step toward the exit that was a short distance away. "Sorry the evening didn't completely go as planned," Eri apologized. "Regardless of the unexpected turmoil, I hope you found some joy in the little time we had."

"Anytime we spend together is always joyous," Ran happily responded. This brought a smile to Eri's face. The two reached the sidewalk in short. "So, when do you think we can do this again?"

"I have a jam-packed schedule ahead, but I'm positive we can figure something out."

Ran was pleased to hear this. It didn't take long for the scheduled taxi to arrive, opening the back door for her daughter, Eri stepped off to the side to allow her daughter entry.

"Give your father and Conan-kun my best."

"Hmmph." Ran nodded.

"If you ever need anything, or just want to talk," Eri winked. Closing the door, she watched as the taxi took off into the night.

That moment brought a shift in Eri's attention, turning eye to an individual who stood alone at the end of the block beside a stop sign. Even with the top hat set in place to help conceal his identity, there was no mistaking who it was. "Wayne-sama…?" This prompted the question, what was he doing out here, and alone for that matter?

The lawyer's curiosity got the best of her. Hearing her trotting toward him, Bruce looked in her direction.

"So, any word on what happened with those two security guards." She stopped after coming within feet of him

"They were taken into custody after some questioning. Unsurprisingly, they weren't working alone. Their getaway driver was promptly apprehended, and the police have already keyed in on the man who hired them for the heist," revealed Bruce.

"I imagine he'll be wanting his money back after such a failed heist," Eri joked. She motioned closer. Now within inches, she stared with calling intent within her eyes.

"Kisaki-san… is there something I can help you with?" Without warning, her hands planted on his shoulders, leaning forward, a peck was planted upon his left cheek. She pulled back. Its result brought a level of shock. "What was that for?"

"Thank you and an apology." Eri turned back in the direction she had come, stopping after only a taken step. Shifting to face him for a last time, she spoke. "I wholeheartedly hope you don't deem my actions… unwarranted."

This brought about a smile from each. "Goodnight, Wayne-sama."

He watched as she faded with each step. "Goodnight, Kisaki-san."

Moments following their exchange, another joined him. "Considering all that happened, I'd say things went relatively well."

Bruce didn't even need to turn to know who it was. "Thanks again for coming, Clark. Your involvement made things a lot simpler."

"Always glad to lend a helping hand." Clark was surprised to find him alone. "Where's Tim? I thought the two of you would be-"

"The second part of his investigation concerning the Phantom Thief requires his duties elsewhere," interjected Bruce. "Tell me, how did your… encounters go?"

Clark adjusted his tie. "Where to even begin? I suppose starting with the elephant in the room, or rather, the most notable information I was able to extract."

Bruce was locked in. "Which is?"

"Well, Mouri Kogoro has been an active detective for years."

"Correct."

"It was only recently that he was honored with the coded name of the 'Sleeping Kogoro'."

"Yes, I learned of that very fact after researching Mouri following the events of Enigma's little fiasco."

"Well, you're going to love this part."

Bruce stood in anticipation.

"The opportunity to speak with the daughter of Kogoro Mouri arose, Ran. Well, let's just say what she had to share was.. insightful," Clark began. "For starters, she's not only a childhood friend, but also happens to be the current girlfriend of the ace detective you seek."

".. Shinichi."

"Onto the subject of the Sleeping Kogoro, well, by Ran's recollection, the legend of the Sleeping Kogoro and his rise in success all started shortly after a certain young boy began staying with them several months ago. Ran claimed the boy to be a lucky charm of sorts. His name, Edogawa Conan."

His reaction was to murmur his mark. "… Conan." Everything was seemingly beginning to muster into clarity.

To Be Continued