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The Unstoppable Batman

Issue 10: The Riddle of Triton Pt. 2

The room seemed to be completely frozen for a few seconds. If not for the red and blue glow of the police lights flashing from outside the window Batman would almost think that time had frozen. The vigilante stared at the detective now leveling a Glock at him, the vigilantes white lensed eyes locked with the detective's eyes hidden behind his glasses. Finally, the vigilante moved and slowly turned toward the detective and raised his hands.

"I don't suppose saying that we're on the same side would make much of a difference." The vigilante said calmly. While internally Batman was running through every potential move he could think of to get out of his current situation.

"That's not what most of my department heads are saying." Detective Fillmore replied. His aim remained steady but something in his tone of voice caught Batman's attention. Something he couldn't quite place. Then the detective lowered his weapon but he didn't holster it. "But that's what they say."

For a moment the room was quiet again as Batman continued to size up the detective, as he was sure the detective was doing to him as well. Batman lowered his hands and raised an eyebrow under his mask. "I take it that's not what you think Detective Fillmore."

Fillmore finally placed his gun back into his holster and started walking toward the vigilante. "I think you're trying to help."

Fillmore stopped a few feet in front of the vigilante and then looked around the room. "You find anything that you'd like to share?"

Batman was silent for a moment before gesturing toward the burned canvas. "The canvas that looks like it had a question mark painted on it. There's a device on the back that I'm guessing is what was used to start the fire."

Fillmore walked over toward the canvas putting on a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. The detective gently pulled the painting forward and looked behind it. He then reached back and carefully removed the device, then stood up and examined it. "Looks like a taser."

"According to a couple of survivors Riddler doused the room in paint thinner from the sprinklers. Looks like this is triggered remotely." Fillmore stated as he turned the device over in his hands. He then looked up and noticed that Batman was now looking up at the ceiling and then turned and looked at the canvas. The cloaked figure then turned to the detective.

"Riddler broadcast his image onto that wall above the painting correct." Batman said. More a statement than a question. Fillmore quirked an eyebrow in surprise before nodding.

"That's what the survivors said yes. How did you know?" Batman pointed up at the ceiling near the entrance to the showroom. Fillmore followed his finger and noticed a soot covered projector, barely noticeable, hanging down. "Hmm, nice catch."

"What did Riddler say to the crowd?" Batman asked turning over the device from the painting over in his hands. Fillmore's eyes widened at the sight and looked down at his now empty hands.

"How did you…" Fillmore began to ask before the vigilante offered the device back to him. Fillmore took it before continuing. "Apparently, he played some twisted game. Brought up evidence that one of the people trapped, a Mister Charles Miller, was involved in smuggling and antiquities theft."

"The same game that he played with Ferris Boyle in the elevator." Batman added. Fillmore again cocked a brow at the vigilante.

"Right, how do you know that?" The detective asked. "That information hasn't been released yet."

"I have my sources." Batman wasn't keen to tell Fillmore that he had access to the TPD system. Fillmore was silent for a moment looking up at the projector and turning the device over in his hands.

"Well, your sources are correct. In both cases he played it up like a game show and then outed them both as corrupt. He also stated that he knew they were working with other people and that he wanted to know who their conspirators are. When they refused to talk, he gave them a riddle. When they got those wrong…" Fillmore gestured to the fire destroyed room. "You can see what he does when they get the riddle wrong."

"Riddler was targeting one person in each of his attacks. Someone who was involved in some form of crime or corruption and who apparently had friends in very high places." Batman summed up. "Is there any connection between Boyle and Miller?"

Fillmore shook his head. "We're just starting to look into that. On the surface though it seems like the most they had in common was that they were both wealthy and ran in high class circles. We should know more once we've been able to investigate fully."

"Would you be able to get any information from HenchCo?" Fillmore turned and gave the vigilante a quizzical look. Batman gestured to the device that Fillmore was now bagging as evidence. "It's charred but you can still barely make out the HenchCo logo on the back of the device."

Fillmore turned the device over and indeed could barely make out the charred remains of a logo. Though Fillmore wasn't able to make out what the logo was. "You sure this is a HenchCo logo? I can't make it out."

"It is." Batman answered. "I know that logo pretty well."

"We can try but Jack Hench isn't known to be particularly forthcoming with law enforcement. And that's if we're even able to find him." Fillmore replied as he held the device closer to his face inspecting the logo more closely.

"If I find anything else I'll let you know detective." Fillmore turned from the device to look at the vigilante. The detective's eyes went wide behind his glasses as he found the vigilante was nowhere to be seen. The detective whipped his head around the room looking for any sign of where Batman might have left. Nothing.

Fillmore looked back down at the evidence in his hand before shaking his head and began to make his way out of the room. Muttering under his breath as he went.

"Heh neat trick."


Batman's cape lightly billowed behind him as he leaped across an alley between two apartment building in Upperton. The vigilante landed on the rooftop and slowed his run to a light jog, then he came to a complete stop. He then turned and looked at the direction that he had just come from. He could still make out the police and emergency lights flashing in the distance at the Upperton Fine Arts Museum.

Batman turned from the lights and walked toward the edge of the building that he was on. He knelt down at the edge and wrapped his cape around himself deep in thought. To any passersby below who looked up the vigilante would have appeared to be no more than a gargoyle on the building. Though some of the more observant might wonder why there was only a single gargoyle on the entire building.

Batman remained motionless and still looking out over the Upperton streets. On the outside he was calm and collected, on the inside however his mind was racing.

'How am I supposed to stop this guy?' The voice of Ron Stoppable rattled around in his mind. 'I don't know who he's going after next. I know that he's getting at least some of his gear from HenchCo, but I don't know how to track Jack Hench down or how to get into his company's computers. I have no idea where to go from here.'

Batman gritted his teeth as the thoughts rattled around in his head. He kept trying to look at the case from different angles hoping that he might think of something that would give him a lead. 'All the years working with Kim against supervillains I should at least have some idea of where to go from here.'

Before his thoughts could go any further a scream pierced the night. Batman whipped his head in the direction of the sound and quickly had his grappling gun out and aimed. Batman fired the line and when it was secure he quickly leapt off the building and began swinging off into the night. Riddler or not there were still other people who needed the Batman's help.


"You're saying we have nothing on this Riddler." Commissioner Cranston said with as even a tone as he could manage, though the barely restrained anger was still tinging his voice. Chief Rojas and Captain Cornell both sat back in the chairs across from the Commissioner's desk, both wishing they could be anywhere but here at the moment.

"Well sir, it's only been a single day since the investigations began. It takes time to…" Cornell tried to explain before Cranston leaned forward and cut him off.

"Well, I have had the mayor, as well as half the city council, calling me every hour after Boyle was killed wanting updates and to know where we were on it." Cranston explained. "Then after the death of Mr. Miller at the museum I'm getting calls from the mayor and the entire council every fifteen minutes wanting to know what's being done."

As if the punctuate his point the phone on Cranston's desk began ringing. Without even looking he picked up the phone before slamming it back down on the cradle to silence the sound. There was a brief cracking as the plastic of the cradle broke slightly under the slamming phone. Rojas and Cornell both winced slightly at the action.

"Now, you better have something more for me than just that, the investigation is ongoing." Cranston turned and walked toward the window of his office looking out over the city. It was still early in the morning; the sun had only been out a few hours and the city was just starting to fully wake. Rojas and Cornell looked at each other before Rojas spoke up.

"We do have one new piece of information." Cranston turned to look at Rojas. Rojas gulped before continuing. "One of my detectives found the device that this Riddler freak used to start the fire. The device come from HenchCo a company that supplies technology to…"

"Supervillains." Cranston finished the sentence as he sat back down in his chair and began rubbing his temple. "I thought we were done with all this supervillain crap when Global Justice shut down Possible."

"We're working on trying to get warrants for HenchCo's files but given how Hench structured his company and where the holdings are located it's going to take some time to get the information." Cornell spoke up before adding under his breath. "If we're able to get anything at all that is."

Cranston kept rubbing his temple as the room fell into silence for a few moments. Finally, Cranston looked up at the two and waved his hand dismissively at them. "Get out and find something."

Rojas and Cornell nodded and stood. Rojas quickly made his way to the door and tried to walk out but instead walked into the door when it wouldn't open. Rojas let out a curse under his breath and he tried to force the door open with no luck.

"Not being able to open a door doesn't fill me with confidence in your ability to catch this freak." Cranston stated in annoyance.

"Sorry sir we'll have it unstuck in a sec…" Cornell began to say before suddenly the radio in the corner of the office blared to life. The three men covered their ears as a piercing shriek filled the room. After a moment the sound died down.

"What the hell is going on?" Cranston asked angrily standing up behind his desk. But the anger in the commissioner's voice died when a voice came over the radio.

"Hi Ho there boys in blue. This is the Riddler." The three men looked at one another in disbelief. "I believe that you're looking for me."

Cranston snapped out of his shock before the others. "Break that door down now. And get someone to start tracking where the lunatic is broadcasting from."

"Oh, I don't think that's going to work Commissioner. Those doors are designed to be more or less impervious; reinforced frame as well as bullet and shatter proof glass. Quite the marvel of engineering you have there. It'd take an explosion to open that bad boy up." The Riddler's voice gloated.

Cranston turned toward the radio as Rojas and Cornell continued to try and get through the door. "You can hear us."

"I can dear commissioner. We couldn't really have a meaningful conversation if I couldn't hear you." The voice crackled from the radio. Cranston narrowed his eyes as a pit of unease grew in his stomach.

"What do you want? Do you have any idea who…" Cranston tried to threaten before the voice cut him off.

"Yes, yes, yes. Of course, I know who you are." The Riddler's voice droned on seemingly bored with the question. Then the Riddler's voice pipped up and gained a menacing edge to it. "I know who you are publicly and who you are privately."

Cranston's stomach dropped upon hearing that, and he was barely aware of Rojas and Cornell asking for his help getting through the door. Then the Riddler spoke again.

"Ready to play a game Commissioner?"


"That was a good catch with the HenchCo taser." Fillmore looked up at Agent Due. The two had been working together for over a month now and compliments weren't something that the agent gave out easily.

"Thanks. Don't suppose there's any chance that Global Justice would be able to help us get info from HenchCo could they." Fillmore asked as he leaned back in his chair taking a small break from his work. Agent Due shuffled around the papers that he was reading before setting them down and looking at the detective.

"Unlikely. Hench has gone to great lengths to insulate himself from law enforcement. Claims that he only supplies technology and labor to his clients. Whatever they choose to do with it afterwards is not any fault of his." Due took a drink of the stale coffee that he had now become accustomed to before looking up at the detective that was now giving him a deadpan look.

"You actually buy any of that?" Fillmore asked and Due shook his head.

"Not at all. He sells weapons and technologies to criminals and terrorists. But as long as he sells it correctly, he manages to stay just on the razor's edge of legal." Fillmore let out a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "And he goes to great lengths to keep his client list confidential as well."

"So, we shouldn't hold our breaths on info from them." Fillmore summarized and Due nodded. Fillmore then looked around and noticed that the squad room was in more of a fervor than was normal. The detective managed to flag down one of the officers that was passing close to the desk.

"Hey, Mazzucchelli what's got everyone so stirred up?" The young officer stopped and turned to face the detective giving a sly grin.

"Apparently Rojas and Cornell were in Cranston's office for a meeting and the door got stuck. They've been trapped for almost fifteen minutes now." Mazzucchelli let out a small chuckle that was quickly matched by the detective and agent.

"Always good to start the day with a laugh." Due chuckled. Fillmore leaned forward and began going back over the Riddler case as his own chuckle died down.

"Yeah, apparently, they've been banging on the door screaming for help. Apparently, they're freaked out by some voice on the radio talking to them." Mazzucchelli laughed as he walked away back to his work. Due began to turn back to his own paperwork when he noticed that Fillmore was now looking much more alert.

"Did he say a voice on the radio was making them panic?" Fillmore asked.

"Yeah so? Claustrophobia and a little paranoia can make people do some crazy things." Due answered.

"The commissioner, the chief and the captain are all locked in a room together… hearing a voice on the radio." Fillmore said holding up the Riddler file. Due's eyes widened as he realized what the detective was hinting at. In the next second both men had leaped up from their desk and were sprinting toward the stairs.

"MOVE!" Due screamed as they pushed past a group of officers that were talking by the stairwell.

"GET SWAT AND A BOMB SQUAD TO THE COMMISSIONERS OFFICE NOW!" Fillmore yelled back at the detectives who were looking at the two as if they had lost their minds. Fillmore didn't notice if any of them had responded as he and Due began taking the stairs two or three at a time. Making their way up toward the commissioner's office. As they ran Due made a note to file a complaint with maintenance for the elevators being out of order.

After a few minutes the duo made it to the seventeenth floor and burst out of the stairwell. Due turned to Fillmore but before he could ask the detective had pointed a finger down one of the hallways. "That way."

The two then began sprinting down the hall and then came to a turn. They noticed a crowd of bemused looking officers standing outside a doorway. The officers were all amused at the idea of their bosses being locked inside the office. Due and Fillmore quickly ran toward the door.

"HEY! Everyone get back we need…" Unfortunately, Fillmore wasn't able to finish his sentence before the muffled sound of three men screaming barely came from the supposedly sound proof office. Then a massive explosion occurred inside the room. The door and wall exploded outward sending the officers outside into the wall opposite the door. Due and Fillmore were both blown back onto their backs and had the wind knocked out of them.

Fillmore was disoriented for a moment before the feel of water splashing on his face from the sprinklers helped bring him back to reality. His ears were ringing and he couldn't hear anything as he stood up and made his way toward the site of the blast. He looked into the office and quickly surmised that no one inside the room would have been able to survive

He turned his attention toward the officers that were crumpled on the floor. He was hoping they might still be alive. Before he could kneel down to check he noticed other officers running toward them out of the corner of his eye. He turned and tried yelling at them that they needed to get paramedics up there. At least he hoped that was what he said as he still couldn't hear anything.

Fillmore felt a hand on his shoulder and he spun around to see Agent Due behind him. Due seemed as out of it as Fillmore did, he was trying to tell the detective something. Fillmore shook his head and pointed to his ears, sure that Due would understand as he was most likely deaf at the moment as well. Due pointed down the hall and Fillmore followed his finger.

Due was pointing to one of the monitors mounted on the walls. The precinct had screens and monitors put up throughout the building where instructions and important announcements could be posted for everyone to see. Now however the screens were all black with a large green question mark in the center of the screens.

Fillmore felt his nails dig into his palm as he made a fist. He let out an angry curse that he wasn't able to hear.


Kim pulled the last of her books into her bag and closed up her locker. The teen then turned and began making her way further into the school working against the crowd of students who were doing their best to get out of the building for the day. Kim finally managed to make her way through the crowd and saw that Ron was still rooting around in his locker.

"Hey Ron." The blonde teen turned at the sound of her voice and gave her grin.

"Hey KP. How'd the Chem final go?" Ron asked as he grabbed the last of his books out of his locker.

"Ugh, I really don't want to think about it." Kim deadpanned. Her curiosity peaked though when she noticed the books that Ron was placing into his bag. "The Detectives Handbook and Understanding the Criminal Mind? Why are you reading those?"

Ron averted his eyes from Kims as he closed his locker and spun the lock. "Well, you know senior year I'm thinking about what I might wanna do after graduating you know."

Kim perked up upon hearing Ron say that. "That's great Ron. I was actually thinking about that too. We could get in touch with Dr. Director and we might be able to get the team back together, officially sanctioned by Global Justice."

Ron scratched the back of his head as he slung his bag over his shoulder and the two began making their way toward the exit. "Maybe but I'm just exploring options you know. Don't wanna lock anything down yet."

Kim felt herself deflate slightly. She was excited at the prospect of Team Possible being back together again, she thought Ron would be just as excited at that possibility. She shook off her disappointment quickly, reminding herself that Ron had the right to look into other careers that weren't the same as hers. She gave him a smile as they walked. "I understand. Hey have you given any more thought to the Halloween Party?"

"Still planning on the movie marathon KP." Ron said as they made their way out of the school and started making their way home. "I'm thinking a few Wes Craven flicks will be taking up my night."

Ron turned to look and Kim and the grin on his face faltered, when he noticed that she seemed to be deep in thought. Ron kept quiet as they walked for several minutes, though he was curious what the redhead had on her mind. Finally, Kim broke the silence.

"I'm not the reason that you're ditching the party am I?" Ron stopped and stared at Kim with a look of surprise on his face.

"What? No, why would you think that." Kim let out a sigh before turning to the blonde and answering him.

"It's just you used to love Halloween and getting dressed up in costumes and going to parties. And after what happened during Prom… I'm just worried that the reason you're not going to the party, and haven't been doing anything with anyone is because…" Ron could see a mix of anxiety and sadness in Kim's eyes as she spoke. Kim took a deep breath before finishing her thought. "Is because you've been trying to avoid me."

The pair were silent for a moment with only the sound of traffic passing by breaking the calm. Then Ron placed a hand on Kim's shoulder.

"I'm not trying to avoid you KP. I promise. Look I'm still doing the whole working on myself and figuring out the whole 'what I want' thing." Ron explained while gesturing to his bag, and the books inside that Kim had noticed earlier. "And the time to myself has been a big help in doing that. But I'm not trying to avoid you or anyone… Not anymore at least."

Kim nodded her head in understanding. "Okay. I'm sorry to bring it up it just… I got the idea in my head and it just wouldn't get out."

Ron nodded to her and the pair began walking home again in silence. As the Possible home came into view Ron spoke again.

"So is there gonna be anyone at this party our age or is it all gonna be old people?" Kim turned toward Ron. The blonde was now giving her a warm smile.

"There's gonna be all kinds of people it's a big charity Halloween thing." Then a smile began to form on Kim's lips. "Wait does this mean?"

"I make no commitment at this time Madam." Ron said in a snooty voice as he pulled an imaginary monocle off his eye and polished it. Kim rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the giggle from escaping her lips. Ron spoke again in his normal voice. "So, who else is gonna be at this shindig?"

"Well, me and the 'rents. Monique is gonna be coming with us. I know that Bonnie is gonna be there too with her folks, and I'm pretty sure that Tara is going with them. Other than them I'm not sure if anyone we know would be there." Kim looked over at the Ron waiting for his response. Ron looked up at the sky and bit his lower lip looking as if her was in deep thought. Then he let out an exaggerated sigh before giving Kim a wink.

"Okay KP I'll go to the party." Kim quickly matched the grin on Ron's face.

"Really? You're sure?" Kim asked. Ron wrapped an arm around Kim shoulder as the two continued to walk toward the Possible home.

"Yeah Kim, I'm sure." Ron nodded. "To be honest KP you had me at Bonnie will be there."

Kim blinked in confusion. "Wait, Bonnie seriously."

"Oh yeah." Ron winked. "You and Bonnie getting into it while dressed up in costumes. Like I would miss that."

"WHAT!" Kim blushed. "Ron what is wrong with you."

Ron turned and looked at Kim in confusion. Then he burst out laughing. "KP I was talking about like a princess and pirate or a knight and a cat getting into a fist fight like you too nearly have a dozen times. That would be hilarious."

Kim's blush intensified as she shook her head and walked ahead of Ron. "That's… That's still not something that would be funny."

Kim turned to head up the sidewalk to her house when she heard Ron say between laughs. "Man, KP when did you become such a dirty bird haha."

"RON!" Kim turned to yell at her friend more, but he was already walking by and giving her a jovial wave. Calling out that he'd see her tomorrow. Kim was secretly glad he was leaving as she wasn't sure just how much more scarlet her face could become.


Ron's fingers flew over the keys of his Battop. He read over the report of the latest Riddler attack. Ron went over everything from the witness reports to the initial forensics report. All the while Ron was jotting down his thoughts in a notebook. After his third time going through the reports Ron leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.

Rufus skittered across the desk and stood in front of his friend. Rufus looked at Ron's notebook and then asked. "Hnk, Ron ideas?"

"I don't know buddy. I read through both of those books…" Ron said gesturing toward the two books Kim had noticed in his bag, that were now sitting on an old box in the attic. Ron sighed. "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this detective thing. Maybe I should stick to punching out muggers and carjackers."

Rufus jumped over onto Ron's arm and scampered up onto his shoulder. He gave the blonde teen a pat on the cheek. "Hnk. Talk out."

Ron looked at Rufus for a moment before reaching over and grabbing his notebook. "Okay so according to the books the way to find a serial offender is to understand the motive behind their crimes. Some of the police reports and news reports are saying that Riddler is just a homicidal lunatic, but that's not what the police reports tell."

Ron pulled up the witness statements from each attack and pointed at the screen. "At each attack there were multiple victims, but it seemed that Riddler was specifically targeting one person. In the elevator he called out Ferris Boyle the CEO. In the art gallery he did the same thing with Chuck Miller. And we didn't have any survivors of the bombing in the Police Commissioner's office but I'm sure that he did the same thing there."

"In the first two cases he revealed that they were involved with something illegal. He also accused them of colluding with others, he told them…" Ron pointed to one line of the report. "That they had friends that were helping them get away with what they were doing. I'm guessing at least one of the officers that were in the office was also part of this little cabal Riddler has been asking about, probably the Commissioner since it was his office that was bombed."

Rufus scratched his chin with a claw then motioned for the blonde to continue. Ron then opened another window on the Battop this one to the HenchCo website. "We also know that Riddler is using HenchCo tech in his crimes so I looked into it. I couldn't get into their client list but I was able to look up the model of taser and projector that he used in the museum. They're pretty cheap models so it looks like this guy is working on a budget. I looked through some of the sites cheaper options and even on a budget you can get some tech that can cause some serious damage."

"I'm not sure where to go from here." Ron sighed and rested his head on his hand. Rufus jumped down onto the desk and snapped his claws getting the blondes attention.

"Hnk. Ron got this." Rufus encouraged. Ron looked back at the computer screen then turned to a cork board that he had dragged out of the garage and set up next to him. The board was filled with notecards and string going back and forth across it. After a moment of looking the board over Ron stood and walked over to the secret panel in the wall.

"Okay tracing the tech is a no go. Maybe I can get ahead of him and find the next target." Ron reasoned as he began taking off his civilian clothes. He then grabbed the batsuit and began to suit up. "I know that he's going after people in high places that are involved in some kind of criminal organization. Problem is I have no way of knowing what people in high places are involved."

Ron had his suit, boots and belt on and clipped his cape into place. As he began to pull his gloves on, he had a realization and a grim smile spread across his face. Rufus noticed and gave the teen vigilante a curious look. Ron picked his cowl up and turned toward the mole rat.

"Riddler's after high society criminals involved in some kind of conspiracy right." Rufus nodded. Ron slipped the cowl over his head and locked it into place. When he spoke again it wasn't in Ron's voice it was the Batman's.

"Then I have a pretty solid guess about one person who will be on that list.


Amongst the towering buildings of Upperton there was a unique nightclub that had opened up just weeks ago. The club known as Cloud Nine was located twenty-six stories in the air centered between four equally large buildings. It was in essence a large reenforced sheet of glass stretched across the sky with steel supports jutting out of the four buildings to support the sheet. The sheet was large enough to support dozens of tables for guests to sit at. As well as two fully stocked bars as well as a large buffet table and a stage for live music ad a spacious area for dancing. There was railing all around the glass floor so that no drunk patrons would walk right off to their doom.

Since Cloud Nine opened it had attracted thousands of people looking to dine and dance the night away in the one-of-a-kind club. Of course, being such a one-of-a-kind club only a select few were admitted. Celebrities and the cities upper crust had no issue getting in. Each night the doormen were told to allow in a handful of the hundreds of people that were lined up. This gave the average citizens the hope that they may be able to get inside and rub elbows with those that were inside, which kept them coming back and waiting night after night. Making the club and even more popular draw and generating more money from the severely overpriced drinks that those in line were allowed to purchase.

One of the exclusive patrons that never had any trouble getting in was Carmin Falcone. The old gangster was sitting back in a chair at his own table nursing his third martini and getting lost in the sounds of the hot jazz that the band was playing. He suppressed an eye roll as his peace was broken by the woman next to him.

"Carmine come on. I wanna dance." The woman's voice was high and piercing, Falcone rubber his temple as he gave her an annoyed look. The young woman was a stark contrast to the grey-haired old man in his dark Italian suit, she was wearing a form fitting red dress that matched the red that her hair was dyed. Anyone looking at the two might think that they were a grandfather and his granddaughter due to the age difference. Though there was no relation between the two.

"If you don't mind, I'm trying to enjoy the music and my drink." Falcone said as he took another sip and tried to get lost in the sound again. The woman, whose name was escaping the old man at the moment, huffed.

"If you were just going to ignore me all night, why did you even invite me out." The old man turned and gave her a deadpan look. The woman's eyes narrowed in anger as she stood up throwing her cloth napkin on the table. "Figures. I'm out of here."

The woman began to angrily march away, one of Falcones two guards that were standing nearby began to move to intercept her. Falcone held up a hand to stop him. "Let her go."

The guard returned to his post a few feet from Falcone and went back to looking inconspicuous; or as inconspicuous as a six-foot four muscle man stuffed into a suit two sizes too small could look. Falcone closed his eyes and slowly began to get lost in the sweet mixture of brass and percussion that filled the air. Falcone winced when he heard the sound of the woman who had just walked away now speaking loudly. Quickly he heard more voice join in and then the band stopped playing. Falcone opened his eyes once more annoyed and looked over toward the sound of the voices.

There was a crowd of people gathered at the corner of the club where one of the exits were. Falcone noticed that one of his men was already over there and seemed to be speaking with someone in the crowd. Falcone then looked around and noticed that there were other crowds, though not as large as the first group, at the other three exits. Finally, his guard came back from the crowd and leaned down to speak to Falcone.

"It looks like some kind of prank sir." Falcone raised an eyebrow.

"A prank? What kind of prank?" The guard gestured toward the crowds at the other exits before he answered.

"Some wiseass apparently managed to lock all the exits. They're working on a way to get them open again." Falcone stopped with his martini glass centimeters from his lips. The gangster set his drink back down on the table before warily looking around. Something in the back of the old man's mind was screaming that he needed to get out of there as quickly as possible.

As Falcone began to rise from the table suddenly speakers, positioned at the corners of the club, let out an ear-piercing screech. Everyone quickly covered their ears, trying to shut out the sound. After a moment the screech stopped and an eerie calm came over the nightclub. Falcone quickly turned to his guards.

"We need to get the hell out of here now." Falcone all but screamed, but before he could say anything else a new voice spoke. One coming from the speakers.

"HELLO CLOUD NINE!" A loud jovial voice bellowed from the sound system. "We apologize for this interruption of JAZZ-MA ATTACK's performance. But we have a different form of entertainment for your pleasure tonight… ME!"

For a brief few seconds the crowd began to settle down believing that this was simply a stunt put on by the club or more publicity. However, the crowd was stricken with terror when the next words rang from the speakers.

"Allow me to formally introduce myself, you can call me the Riddler."

Upon Riddler revealing that he was the one locking them in, panic erupted from the patrons and employees. Everyone in the city was aware of the Riddler, he was all over the news the last few days, being called a homicidal lunatic with a penchant or death traps. They began crowding each of the exits and banging on the doors trying to break the doors open in vain attempts to escape. Some of the smaller patrons were starting to be crushed in the stampedes. At his table Falcone had grabbed onto one of his guards and was screaming in his face.

"DO SOMETHING YOU MORONS, GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE." The guards looked between one another, panic beginning to grip them as well. They nodded to one another and each removed a handgun from holsters hidden beneath their jackets. They began making their way toward the exit that seemed to have the fewest people blocking it.

"Now. Now. You should all return to your seats. All that stomping around, trying to get out probably isn't good for that glass floor you all came here to party on." Hearing this some of the patrons and employees quickly began to get away from the doors, trying to step as lightly as they could. The rest however just began redoubling their efforts to get through the doors. Riddler's voice sighed over the speakers.

"Okay, let's try this a different way." Riddler's voice had lost some of its jovial tone. Suddenly all those in the club, even those that were trying to break the doors down, noticed the vibrations that began to travel up their legs. They all looked down at the floor and realized that the glass was vibrating very quickly. As the screams began to fill the night air Riddler's voice once again boomed out over the crowd. "CALM DOWN NOW!"

The crowd quieted down, with only a few faint whimpers breaking the silence now permeating the air. "That's better now let's get on with the show. Now will a Mister Falcone, please step up to the stage please."

Falcone looked around and noticed that almost every pair of eyes were now on him. Being Triton's most notorious gangster, the entire city knew who he was, and most could recognize him from news reports. Falcone could feel his body begin to shake but he quickly steeled himself. He had been the head of organized crime in Triton for over thirty years, this was not the first time that he had to face down a psychopath.

Falcone made his way to the stage that the band had been performing on just moments ago. As he stepped up on the stage Riddler spoke again. "There you are, now if you wouldn't mine grabbing one of the microphones there."

Falcone reached over and grabbed a microphone from it's stand and brought it to his face. "You do realize you're a dead man."

Falcone spoke in a deep angry voice, doing his best to keep any tinge of the fear he was feeling out of his tone. There was another brief pause and for a moment Falcone thought that his threat had struck home with his captor. Then the glass began vibrating again, but this time much more violently. The people began to scream again as many of them, Falcone included, were unable to keep their footing and collapsed on to the floor. Then as quickly as it had begun the shaking stopped.

"You know Carmine since you want to get all nasty about it fine, we'll skip my usual showmanship and get straight to the point." Riddler's voice rang out in a much more serious tone. Falcone began yelling out more threats but was interrupted. "Remember to use the microphone, Carmine."

With a snort of anger Falcone picked up the microphone and got back onto his feet. "Do you have any idea the kinds of friends that I have."

"Actually, I do Carmine. And that really is kind of the point of why I'm here." Falcone's eye's widened in surprise. Riddler continued. "But let's talk about you for a moment."

"Carmine Falcone. Born to a middle-class family in Go City. Decent enough parents raised him, average and uneventful enough childhood. But in your senior year of high school, you up and joined a local gang. Never made it much further than a low-level bag boy however as it seems that you didn't have the stomach required for any of the dirtier work. And you had a tendency to fold faster than a house of cards anytime a cop or rival gang member put even the slightest pressure on you."

Falcone opened his mouth to try and retort but Riddler continued on.

"When you were twenty-two you gave up information to a rival gang that resulted in your own having to be mopped up off the streets by the coroner's office. After which you were able to successfully flee to Triton and that rival gang never came after you. Maybe because the deal was info for them leaving you alone, though more likely they just didn't think you mattered enough to come after you."

Falcone ground his teeth together in frustration as he tried to speak again but Riddler kept going.

"When you got here you spent the next ten years working as a small-time dealer in Lowerton. And not even a very good one. You were barely able to move enough product to keep a cracker box apartment paid up. You also got pinched several times but learned your lesson and never ratted anyone out again. And I'm guessing that was what got their attention wasn't it."

Falcone stopped grinding his teeth and again felt a creeping fear run up his spine.

"You had to have made some kind of friend around that time because somehow you rose up and became the head of all organized crime in Triton. Now THAT is impressive! Going from a small-time dealer straight to the godfather within a couple of days." Falcone became aware of the murmur of voices all around him, including from his own guards who were talking to each other and shooting their boss a look that Falcone couldn't quite place.

"Funny thing is most of the head crime lords in the city got taken out in the short time you rose up and suddenly rumors spread that you were some kind of mob royalty that had been groomed for the top seat. And everyone around you just fell in line. And anytime that there was some upstart gang who tried to get themselves a slice of the pie they ended up getting taken out quite readily."

"Quite some friends you have watching over you Carmine." Falcone opened his mouth to say something but felt his mouth had become dry. Falcone reached into his pocket and fumbled with the phone inside. He needed to make a call, to get in touch with his benefactors, Riddler was right they had always gotten him out of any spot he had been in before. They would know what to do now.

"So why don't you tell us Carmine. Who is it exactly that put you into the position that you've been holding on to for the last three decades. Now, as I've shown, I know your story and I know that you are someone that knows how to hold his tongue." Suddenly Riddler's voice took on a serious edge. "But you also know what happened to Mister Boyle, Mister Miller and Commissioner Cranston. So, you know what I'm willing to do. So, let's cut to the quick. Who are you a puppet of Carmine. Who are your keepers? Who, who, who!"

Falcone opened his mouth to speak again but nothing came out. He knew about Riddler's other attacks, he also knew that his benefactors would do horrible things if he talked. He was in a mental battle when another voice spoke up. One that Falcone had heard before, and he wasn't sure whether to be relieved to hear or more concerned.

"I'd like to know the answer to that as well." Falcone looked up toward the railing to his left. He heard an audible gasp come from many of the people gathered, there perched on the railing was the cloaked form of the Batman. The vigilante's blank eyes seemed to burn as they were locked on Falcone. The vigilante hopped down from the railing and began walking toward the stage. Falcone's guards stepped in between the vigilante and their boss.

"Hey step back frea…" The guard didn't get to finish his sentence as Batman delivered a fast and powerful uppercut to his jaw sending him flying up into the air and landing hard on his back. The second guard watched his partner hit the ground then quickly turned his attention back to the vigilante but it was too late. Batman quickly wrenched the man's gun from his hand before delivering two quick punches to the man's face and finishing the attack with a kick to his solar plexus. The guard crumpled to the floor and Batman stepped over him and continued toward the stage.

"OH HO HO! Ladies and gentlemen, I see we have an unexpected guest with us hear tonight. You've heard about him in the news! Now you can see him in person… The Batman!" Riddler voice rang out sounding like an announcer for a GWA match. Batman stepped up on to the stage next to Falcone.

"You have to get me the hell out of here this lunatic is trying to kill me." Falcone began to beg but then felt himself being lifted up into the air by his collar.

"After I deal with this lunatic you and I will be having a talk about your bosses Carmine." Batman growled at the old man. He then let go of carmines jacket and gangster fell flat on his rear. Batman then turned around looking around for any sign of a camera that the Riddler might be watching from. Finding nothing the vigilante crouched down and picked up the microphone off the stage. "Alright Riddler you want to play games with someone. Let's play."

"Mmmh. Well, this is normally the point where I would ask who you are working for Batman. But judging by the fact that you showed up to save the old man here I think that answers that." Riddler chuckled.

'Wait, he thinks that I'm working for the same people that Falcone does.' Batman thought to himself as he turned and looked at Falcone still sitting on the stage.

"So how bout we skip straight to the exciting part. I do hope you like Riddle's Batman." Riddler gave another chuckle. "Because I've got one for you. You get it right I unlock the doors and everyone walks away safe and sound. Get it wrong…"

"You break the glass and everyone falls to their death. Not a hard game to figure out." Batman interrupted.

"Oh, you follow my work I see. I'm flattered." Batman narrowed his eyes. "But since you're in such a hurry we'll get right to it."

The air grew quiet again before Riddler spoke.

"I travel through the air, yet am never seen. I move in waves, but am not the sea. I cause sound, but make no noise. What am I?" Everyone held their breath waiting to see what the Batman's answer would be. Then Riddler spoke up again. "Now take your time Batman, no need to rush but you only get thirty seconds to…"

"Vibrations." Batman spoke loudly and clearly into the microphone. There were a few seconds of silence before Riddler spoke again.

"Huh, well guess there's actually a brain underneath that pointy mask of yours." There was a loud buzzing and the doors that had been sealed shut opened. The crowd wasted no time when they noticed they had opened and began running out the doors. Falcone got up and ran toward one of the doors as well leaving his unconscious guards on the floor. "Nice job Batman."

Batman looked down at the glass floor before speaking into the microphone again. "I have to admit I thought you would try and break the glass anyway."

"Let's make something clear here Batman. I may be a slight psychotic who enjoys playing murderous games but I always play fair." Riddler's voice became irritated, clearly not liking Batman's insinuation. The voice then became smug. "And lucky for you I'm not some common killer otherwise I would have simply pressed a button and blown the glass."

"You mean the button that controls this." Batman asked as he pulled a device out from under his cloak. Holding it up in the air above his head so that wherever Riddler was watching from he could get a look at it.

"WHAT! How did you?" Riddler sputtered out. Batman allowed himself a small almost imperceptible grin.

"I was on my way here to interrogate Falcone and I saw the glass shaking. Didn't take a genius to figure that whatever you were using was underneath the floor. I disarmed it after you set it off the second time." Batman explained lowering his arm.

"Heh. Okay… you impressed me with that one Batman." Riddler dryly chuckled. "You might just be a challenge after all."


On the roof of a skyscraper just a block away from Cloud Nine, Riddler was looking over the edge and watching the Batman with a set of binoculars. Riddler shook his head as he spoke again into the headset that he was wearing under his fedora.

"Well as fun as this has been. I need to get going. Who knows maybe I'll see you at my next show." Riddler was about to set the binoculars down when Batman spoke again

"You used a HenchCo T20 shockwave generator for your death trap." Riddler stopped and turned back toward the club but didn't grab the binoculars.

"Good eye Batman. You a fan of HenchCo products." Riddler asked his curiosity getting the best of him.

"The range on this model isn't much more than a few blocks." Riddler felt himself tense up as he suddenly had an idea where Batman was going. "There also aren't any cameras placed around the club so that means that you must be watching yourself. And since you didn't see me disable your little toy that means your looking down from above and not up from below."

"And there's only one building within that distance that's taller than this club." Riddler heard a clatter. He realized was the sound of the microphone being dropped to the ground. Riddler quickly snatched up his binoculars and looked down at the stage where Batman had been. The vigilante was no longer there.

Riddler dropped the binoculars and prepared to leave. When he heard the sound a metallic clank. Riddler turned to see that a grapnel attatched to a line had attached itself to the edge of the roof. His eyes widened in shock and realization as he looked over the edge and saw a dark shape quickly ascending the side of the building.

"Crap!" Riddler cursed under his breath as he turned and made a mad dash for the stairwell.


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Back again and only a month late this time.

Well, I hope you all enjoy this issue of The Unstoppable Batman.

I wanted to show that even though Ron isn't the world's greatest detective (yet anyway) that because of his time with Team Possible he still has damn good instincts for how to go after a villain like Riddler. It also helps that he has some past history with HenchCo.

I had a lot of trouble with how to have Fillmore and Batman's first meeting would go. I must have written it four different ways before I decided on the one I liked.

Because someone asked about how long I'm planning to make this story… Well, that's a hard question to answer. Honestly with such a long history of comics movies and shows to draw on for both Batman and Kim Possible lore, I could keep stories coming for years. But as of right now for this story I have seven arcs planned out. So, if you are enjoying my take on Ron becoming Batman then there's still plenty to come.

Next issue we'll we have Batman and Riddler's first meeting and a Halloween party! Want to know more find out (hopefully) in May.

Hope to see you all next update. Same Bat-fic. Same Bat-site.