Themyscira; September 21st, 21:59 EST
Queen Hippolyta’s hands balled into fists at her sides as fury pulsated through her veins. “Alert the guards immediately,” Queen Hippolyta ordered. “I want that vile excuse for a man found immediately. Take whatever measures necessary to ensure his capture.”
“He’s very dangerous,” Shayera added. “He won’t go willingly. We need take Batman with us.”
“He doesn’t remember this Ra’s fellow,” Hippolyta reminded her. “How can he be of any help?”
“He still has his instincts and skills,” Shayera told her. “If anyone can find him, it’ll definitely be him.”
Shayera headed towards Diana’s bedroom, silently turning the handle and opening the door. Poking her head inside, she found Bruce sitting on the edge of Diana’s bed watching her as she slept. It was a touching moment, one that gave her hope that he remembered something about her.
“Bruce,” Shayera softly called to him.
He quickly stood up as if he’d been caught, making his way to her with a frown adorning his face. “What is it?”
“Ra’s al Ghul has escaped the dungeon,” she revealed. “He’s hiding somewhere on the island. We need to find him before he can escape.”
As if on cue, Bruce’s features hardened with a steel-like resolve, taking on the persona of the Batman. It was as if some switch had been flipped inside of him as the vigilante hero took full control. He immediately slipped his cowl on over his face. Though he didn’t fully understand the significance of it all, he somehow knew what he needed to do.
He pulled his gauntlets back on as he started to follow the Thanagarian from Diana’s bedroom. He cast one last glance back over his shoulder at the sleeping princess. She murmured his name in her sleep, making him wish that he knew more about her. He hoped that she would be all right and recover quickly from her injuries. It was obvious that he meant a great deal to her. He was anxious to find out what she meant to him.
Entering the hallway, he found Queen Hippolyta giving orders to her guards, Artemis tense and clearly anxious for a fight. Anger simmered in her eyes, telling him that she was more than ready to start the man hunt for the monster that he suspected had a hand in all this chaos though no one had revealed any of those details to him yet.
“Shayera and Artemis—come with me,” Batman stated with that rasping growl that always commanded everyone’s attention. “Hermes, you stay here with Diana. Make sure Ra’s doesn’t get anywhere near her.”
“Do you really think he’ll come after her?” Hermes questioned him.
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t put anything past him,” Batman told him. “I don’t want to take any chances. She’s still weakened from the poison in her system and her battle with Hades. She won’t be able to put up much of a fight just yet.”
“You really think leaving him to protect Diana is a good idea?” Artemis questioned him as she sized the Greek god up from head to toe. He hadn’t exactly been useful in their quest to find Bruce.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m pretty terrifying in my own right when I want to be,” Hermes shot back, placing his fists on his hips and puffing his chest out.
“Yah, right,” Artemis murmured. “Queen Hippolyta, maybe you should stay with Hermes as well.”
“I will personally watch over my daughter,” the queen swore. “Just find that man and stop him before he can hurt anyone else.”
“We’ll find him,” Batman promised her as he stalked away.
Hippolyta couldn’t help the flood of relief that invaded her heart seeing Bruce acting more like himself. She didn’t know what he and Diana had talked about in there, but it had obviously helped him gain some sort of foothold. It was as if he’d captured a spark of the life that he had forgotten.
Artemis grabbed Shayera by the arm, stopping her from following the Dark Knight. “Should we be following the orders of someone who basically has amnesia?” she softly asked.
“Even with amnesia, Batman is our best shot at stopping Ra’s al Ghul,” Shayera replied, flying to catch up to her friend.
“I hope he knows what he’s doing,” Artemis mumbled under her breath, leaving Hermes and Queen Hippolyta behind to watch over Diana as she ran after Batman and Shayera.
“Do you think Bruce will ever be able to regain all of his memories?” Hippolyta softly asked the Greek god standing beside her.
“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t bet against him,” Hermes replied. “The connection he shares with Diana could be the key to helping him recover his memories. She’s his sanctuary. She anchors him in the world and helps him to keep a firm grip on his humanity…that and the fact that he’s just as obstinate as she is. He won’t give up until he’s recovered every single shred of his memories.”
“That’s rather sentimental coming from you,” Hippolyta noted with a wry smile. The worry that pervaded her heart and mind still permeated her eyes as she glanced at Diana’s bedroom door. “I hope you’re right, Hermes. I don’t know what Diana will do if she doesn’t get Bruce back.”
“I wouldn’t count them out just yet,” Hermes said with a twinkle in his eye. “Some couples are just meant to be…like soulmates, and they are definitely one of those couples.”
“You’ve been spending time with Aphrodite again, haven’t you?” she questioned him.
Hermes had the decency to look sheepish as he cast a glance at her. “Don’t tell Peitho,” he warned her with an impish grin.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she chided him. “I’m surprised that you’re still hanging around here. You helped my daughter with her mission to find Bruce and you got all of them out of the Underworld.”
“Well, I guess I kind of want to see how things go with my cousin and her mate,” he said with a causal shrug of a shoulder, trying his best to appear as though he didn’t care. “You know maybe you should get your sword or spear or something extra sharp in case Ra’s shows up here.”
“We’ll be fine, Hermes,” she assured him as she entered Diana’s bedroom, the Greek god following close on her heels. “Ra’s will have to get through me to get anywhere near my daughter.”
Themyscira; September 21st, 22:37 EST
The sun had already set on Themyscira, leaving nothing but the flickering light from the numerous torches that lined the paths that wound their way around the island. Without even having to think about it, Batman automatically pushed the button on his cowl that turned on his night vision lenses, giving him an advantage that the others didn’t possess.
He’d already taken his time inspecting the dungeons, finding the cell that Ra’s al Ghul had been held in. He’d checked the lock that Ra’s had managed to pick in order to free himself from his prison. Batman wasn’t certain what exactly he had been looking for but was confident that he would know it when he finally found it.
He had felt the eyes of the Amazon guards boring into him as they had watched him work, obviously wondering if he knew what he was doing. He may not have his memories, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t track down the man who had undoubtedly brought so much trouble into their lives.
Leading Artemis and Shayera down a well-lit path, Batman’s gaze constantly swept the area, looking for any signs of al Ghul. He had been quite meticulous in covering his tracks, not giving them much to go on. They would have to do a full sweep of the island, leaving no stone unturned or edifice unchecked.
“We’re going to have to split up,” Batman stated. “Shayera, you check the area from above while Artemis and I take this row of structures on the right.”
“Contact me if you spot him,” she told them as she lifted into the air. “I wouldn’t mind getting a swing in at him with my mace.”
“Get in line behind me, Shay,” Artemis said.
Shayera merely smirked as she flew over the trees, checking the tops of the various houses, buildings and temples that spotted the landscape. He had to be here somewhere. There was no way he could avoid them forever, not the League and definitely not the Amazons warriors who would be more than happy to string him up and gut him from stem to stern.
Making their way further down the path, Artemis paused, laying a hand on Batman’s forearm and capturing his attention. “I’ll take this one,” she whispered as she pointed towards a storage barn on the right.
Batman nodded in agreement, pointing to the structure standing several feet away. She nodded in response before disappearing inside with sword firmly in her hand. The Dark Knight drew a razor-sharp Batarang, preparing himself for whatever he might encounter inside.
He could hear the soft clank of armor in the distance as Amazon warriors searched the island for the escaped prisoner. He hoped that he found Ra’s before any of Hippolyta’s guards did. He had a feeling they wouldn’t be so forgiving when they finally tracked him down, using any means necessary in order to keep him from escaping again.
Even though he couldn’t recall his life, he knew that he didn’t want Ra’s al Ghul to die. For some reason, it was very important to him that he prevent that from happening. Had something happened in his past that had made him value life so fiercely…even to the point that an enemy’s life was respected? Even an enemy who had caused so much trouble and heartache?
Batman wracked his brain, trying to remember anything about Ra’s that might aid him in capturing him before the Amazons could get their hands on him and decapitate him. Unfortunately, his past history with al Ghul was more than determined to stay buried in his mind, locked away far behind his reach. It frustrated him to no end.
The only thing that remained real to him at that moment was Diana. She was the one who seemed to ground him, making him feel as though he wasn’t completely losing his mind. He had a place in this world, and it was obviously with her. In what capacity he had no idea, but he had to admit that he was growing anxious and more than a little impatient to find out. Things just seemed to make more sense to him when he was with her.
He found the door to the stone structure cracked open, making him wonder if Ra’s had snuck inside to hide out until he could find an opening to escape. Using the tip of his Batarang, he pushed the door open. It softly creaked on its worn hinges as it swung in, the firelight from the torches outside casting a glow on the wooden floor.
Using his night vision lenses, Batman carefully worked his way through the storage barn, weaving his way around large stakes of bags and wooden crates filled with grains and dried beans. The sudden shifting of the dark shadows around him caused him to momentarily freeze in his tracks.
He turned subtly to his left, listening carefully as he glanced back over his shoulder and finding nothing there. The fine hairs on the back of his neck prickled, standing on end as his instincts told him that something wasn’t right. He adjusted his grip on his Batarang, silently reaching into his utility belt as muscle memory directed him to a pouch holding round, silver balls. He wasn’t sure what they did, but he trusted that they weren’t lethal.
He forced himself to continue on as if nothing was wrong, making his way deeper inside the storage barn. With the skill of a trained warrior and hunter, he swiftly whipped around, throwing the silver balls that skidded along the wooden floor before releasing a burst of white smoke.
Batman ducked and rolled out of the way as a crate came crashing down on the spot where he’d just been. He caught site of a shadow running through the barn towards the door. He threw his Batarang, the tip of the weapon imbedding itself deeply into the door frame as the shadow ran out the front door and disappeared into the night.
“I see him!” Shayera yelled as Batman raced out of the barn.
Artemis followed close behind him with sword still in hand. “Where, Shay?”
“He ran into the woods…over there,” she indicated, landing beside them.
“Let’s spread out, but stay close,” Batman instructed them as a handful of Amazon warriors joined them. “I have a feeling he won’t go down without a fight.”
“You’re right about that,” Shayera muttered under her breath, her mace crackling with the power within it.
“I want him stopped…not dead,” Batman adamantly stated, keeping his voice low. “Diana is right. He needs to answer for his crimes.”
“I’d love nothing more than to personally make him answer for his crimes,” General Phillipus bit out from Batman’s left.
“We won’t take his life,” Batman snapped.
“If you only knew the pain this man caused the princess, you wouldn’t hold so fiercely to your belief,” Phillipus spat out with disdain, glaring at the Dark Knight.
“And it was the princess who insisted that he be taken back home to stand before a judge,” Batman countered, glancing over his shoulder at the general.
Phillipus snorted her disagreement but didn’t argue any further with him. The princess’s mate didn’t have his memories, didn’t know all the heartache and suffering that this piece of Cerberus dung had caused with his attempt to free Hades’ power from the Underworld.
Hades could’ve destroyed all life as they knew it if it hadn’t been for Diana, Batman, and their League of heroes. She didn’t know yet what all had taken place between Diana and her father in the Underworld, but it hadn’t been good if the condition Diana had been in when they had appeared on Themyscira was any indication. She would love to have a chance to make Hades pay for all that he had done.
Batman signaled for Artemis and a couple of the Amazons on his left to spread out before signaling to Shayera and Phillipus to take the right. He pulled out a couple of Batarangs, prepared for a sneak attack. Ra’s had nothing to lose and everything to gain making him a very dangerous foe…even more so than he believed he probably already was.
He carefully worked his way through the dense foliage, using his night vision lenses to constantly sweep the area that spread out before him like some intricate maze. The only sound that blanketed the area was his own breathing and the occasional call of a bird. He couldn’t even hear the others who had followed him into the woods, their skill in stealth earning his admiration.
He had to admit that he was relieved that Ra’s was out here away from the palace where Diana slept. She held the key to unlocking his memories as well as so much more. He had a feeling her importance in his life was beyond his imagining. They just needed to keep Ra’s from circling back around or finding his way off the island.
Glancing to his left, Batman was able to make out Artemis and the two Amazon soldiers that followed her. They were doing an impressive job of staying close to the trees to help conceal their presence, allowing the thick vegetation to aid them in the hunt for their prey.
Looking to his right, he noticed Shayera and Phillipus doing the same. They had spread a net so to speak, one that Ra’s wouldn’t be able to circumvent for long. He was going to have to make his move soon or risk being captured right here in the woods and taken back to the dungeons.
The sound of a tree branch cracking caused him to stop, focusing on which direction the noise had come from. He tilted his head to the right, straining to pick up on any other sounds that would tell him where Ra’s was hiding. Unfortunately, the woods had gone eerily quiet, refusing to give up its secrets or the man that it was concealing.
He proceeded carefully, his every muscle tense with apprehension for a fight when Ra’s suddenly dropped from a tree and knocked him to the ground. Batman cursed as he struggled against the man that had helped him escape Hades’ palace, trying to gain the upper hand.
They rolled on the ground, kicking and punching as they crashed through thick brush. Despite having a broken forearm, Ra’s was proving to be a formidable adversary that refused to give up. “You don’t…stand a chance…against me, Detective,” Ra’s spat out through gritted teeth as he tried to render his opponent unconscious.
“We’ll see about that,” Batman ground out, using his legs to throw Ra’s over his head.
Ra’s flipped over him, landing near a fallen tree limb. He quickly picked it up, brandishing it like a weapon as he circled his adversary. “How’s your Amazon?” he challenged him with a smirk. “Will she survive her injuries, or will you lose her before you can regain your memories?”
Batman wasn’t about to let him bait him with his words or his smug grin, keeping his focus on his opponent and the thick tree branch he wielded like a sword. He threw an electrified Batarang, Ra’s swatting it away with his makeshift weapon only for a Batbomb to explode in his face and temporarily blinding him.
Ra’s cried out as his eyes slammed shut, dropping down to the ground and rolling into a thick crop of vegetation to keep from being detected until he’d recovered his sight. He could hear the others racing to his location in an effort to help Batman, but he wasn’t going back to that dungeon nor would he be paying for his perceived crimes any time soon. He had far too much that he still needed to accomplish.
Batman ran towards the last spot that he’d seen Ra’s, breathing heavily as he stopped abruptly. He held up a hand to Artemis who cautiously approached him, letting her know that Ra’s was very close. She quickly looked around, not seeing anything that would indicate where Ra’s had gone.
She suddenly cried out as something hard crashed against her left knee, dropping her to the ground. Batman raced to her side just as Ra’s leapt out from the brush, the end of his wooden weapon slamming into the Dark Knight’s gut. Batman grunted as he doubled over with the pain that momentarily stole his breath, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps.
A Thanagarian cry came out of nowhere, Shayera’s mace sparking as she flew straight at Ra’s. She swung her weapon, shattering his tree branch and causing splinters of wood to fly in all directions. She swung again only for Ra’s to duck beneath her mace, coming up and kicking her square in the gut.
Shayera staggered backwards, Phillipus catching her before she could hit the ground. Artemis managed to get back up onto her feet but couldn’t fully bear weight on her left leg. “I’m going to rip his head off with my bare hands,” Artemis growled in fury.
“There he is!” Batman yelled, pointing at their escapee as he ducked behind a tree. He immediately took off after Ra’s who had taken off, not wanting to lose him again.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit this one out,” Shayera told Artemis.
“Get her back to the palace for medical attention,” General Phillipus ordered one of her guards.
“No, I’m fine,” Artemis insisted. “Just go get him. I’m going to circle around to the other side of the woods and try to cut him off.”
“By the time you make it there, we’ll all be celebrating his capture,” Phillipus reminded her.
“Let’s fly, Red,” Shayera decided, swooping in behind her and scooping her up under her arms.
“What? Wait!” Artemis yelled as Shayera took off. “I prefer my feet on the ground thank you very much.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid?” Shayera said with a chuckle.
“No, but I’m more than happy to leave the flying to you and Diana,” she groused.
“There…they should be coming out the other side of the woods any second now,” Shayera told her.
“I see Batman exiting the woods, but where’s al Ghul?” Artemis noted.
“He couldn’t have gotten past Batman,” Shayera said.
“Just put me down already,” Artemis grumbled.
“I could drop you from here,” Shayera offered as she swooped in for a landing.
“I’m good,” Artemis reassured her.
“I guess we do have to keep you in one piece for Jason,” she teased with a smirk. “I’m sure he misses you.”
“Funny,” she snapped as she began to limp away. “Let’s just stop this lunatic already.”
“My pleasure,” Shayera murmured. “We just have to find him first.”
“Where is Ra’s?” Artemis demanded as Batman approached.
“He should be here,” Batman stated, looking about him. “I saw him running towards edge of the woods.”
“We better go back in there and find him,” Shayera replied.
“Great,” Artemis huffed as she attempted to follow.
“Stay here,” Batman ordered her. “Shayera and I will go back into the woods. You wait here in case he comes out.”
Artemis appeared as though she was about to argue, opening her mouth before abruptly closing it. She reluctantly agreed with Batman’s logistical thinking, ultimately deciding it could prove beneficial if she stayed here in case he came this way. She hoped he would so she could pay him back for her knee.
Gotham; September 22nd, 01:47 EST
Harley Quinn watched as Joker paced back and forth, his hands shoved into his pants’ pockets as he mumbled to himself. She couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but it was more than apparent that he was trying to figure something out in his head.
He was clearly upset about losing Catwoman who had no doubt scurried back to tell Batman how Joker tried to kidnap her in order to brainwash her. The plans that they’d been slaving over for the last several months were now known by the Dark Knight…if he was truly alive.
She knew Joker believed that Batman was still alive, but she had to admit that she had her doubts. Batsy hadn’t been seen in over two weeks, the Batclan taking over patrolling Gotham. Something had happened to him in that battle that took him out of commission whether it was temporarily or permanently.
Harley had to admit that she was sort of sad to think there would be no more Batman chasing after them. Their cat and mouse games had been going on for so long that it was like Batman was part of their family in a weird way. She was actually going to miss him.
“Think, Harls…think!” Joker exclaimed, waving his arms over his head. “We need to find someone else to be our victim what with the feline femme fatale eluding capture.”
“I still think I coulda taken her myself,” Harley said with a frown.
“She knocked you out with a right hook, Harls,” Joker reminded her with a scowl. “You didn’t stand a chance against her.”
“It was just a lucky shot,” she countered. “It won’t happen again.”
“You’re darn right it won’t happen again,” Joker yelled as he continued to pace. “Our feline friend escaped. We looked all night for her and couldn’t find her anywhere. She’s probably miles away from Gotham by now.”
“You know she probably ran straight to Bats to tattle on us,” Harley pointed out, folding her arms against her chest. “Shoulda cut her tongue out then she couldn’t rat us out.”
“I don’t care if Batsy knows or not,” Joker retorted with a snort. “It’s too late to stop us now. Soon, his pretty little Bat partner will be under our control.”
“You know she ain’t been seen in quite a while either,” Harls thoughtfully mentioned, her expression becoming dreamy. “Maybe they ran off and got married. They’re probably on their honeymoon right now. Maybe they’re making Bat babies at this very moment.”
Joker stopped his pacing to stare at her, a disgusted look forming on his face. “You’re too sentimental for your own good, Harls,” he told her with a scowl.
“Maybe we could get married too, puddin,” she suggested, hoping against hope that he would finally ask her to marry him. She had patiently waited all these years, staying by his side through everything. She was growing more than tired of waiting for him to pop the question.
“I don’t have time to think about getting married,” he snapped at her in undisguised fury. “This is far too important to waste time on a wedding.”
Tears formed in Harley’s eyes, her bottom lip quivering. “But…but I’ve done so much for you,” she tearfully reminded him. “I’ve done everything you wanted. Don’t that mean anything to you?”
“Of course, it does,” he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I just can’t be bothered right now with talk of marriage. We need to stay focused.”
Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she stared at her lover. She had poured so much of her life into him, always prepared to put whatever he wanted before her own desires. How many times had he spat in the face of her undying love for him?
“And then what?” she yelled at him, visibly trembling from the hurt and anger that coursed through her. “There will always be another plan…another scheme to trap Batman. When do I get to fit into your stupid plans?”
Joker stared at her in stunned disbelief, struck speechless by her angry outburst. He had no idea where all of this hostility was coming from. Hadn’t he given her everything that she could’ve ever wanted? How could she demand this of him now of all times? He was so close to pushing the Bat right over that delightful edge, plunging him right into the arms of insanity with him where he belonged.
At that moment, Joker’s gang burst into the room, hauling their next captive with them. Joker’s lips spread into a pleased grin. “Ah! Finally, some good news,” he muttered.
“But, puddin!” Harley cried.
“We’ll talk about this later,” he coldly stated as his gaze settled on his newest test subject. His scientists had assured him that the drug would work this time.
His thugs ripped the hood of the barely conscious man, holding him up by his arms as they physically dragged him towards the waiting chair. The man’s head lolled to the side, his chin falling to his chest as he struggled to regain consciousness. Right now, he was drifting in and out of it, his vision blurry and his thoughts disoriented at best.
“Welcome!” Joker happily greeted him, clasping his hands together. “It’s a real pleasure to have you here as my newest guest.”
Joker was completely oblivious of Harley as he focused all of his attention on his newest subject. Tears trickled down her face as she watched him fawn over their latest captive. Things were never going to change with him. This would always be the way her life would go as long as she was with him.
Harley turned and walked away, not bothering to look back over her shoulder as she left the room.
Gotham; September 22nd, 03:13 EST
“Hood to Nightwing.”
Nightwing grunted as his fist connected with the robber’s jaw, dropping him like a bag of wet cement. “Not…now,” he ground out as he ducked at the last second, barely missing getting a crowbar to the side of his head.
“It’s important,” Hood insisted.
“So is this,” Nightwing growled as he lifted his boot, kicking another squarely in the chest as Robin finished cuffing a third.
“Not as important as this is,” Hood stated, growing agitated.
“Call Red,” Wing told him.
“Already did,” Hood replied. “He’s busy with a breaking and entering on the East Side.”
“Fine,” he ground out, pulling out his escrima sticks to finish the fight. “What is it?”
“There’s been another kidnapping.”
“Let me guess…Joker?”
“That’s what the security camera says,” Hood told him. “Already had O tap into the security system. She confirmed the kidnappers as being part of Joker’s gang.”
“Send me the coordinates,” Nightwing said as he blocked a swing by the crowbar with his escrima stick. “We’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Want me to go?” Robin asked, more than eager to prove himself.
“No, wait for me,” Nightwing stated in no uncertain terms.
“Well, hurry up then,” Robin groused, his hands on his hips as he watched his eldest brother fight the last of the bank robbers. “Want me to finish him off for you?”
“No!” Nightwing angrily growled, doubling his efforts and taking the robber down with a flip of his escrima.
“I already contacted Oracle for the pickup,” Robin told him. “Let’s go.”
Nightwing glared at him as he looked up from the unconscious robber that he’d just cuffed. “You got ants in your pants?”
“No, I just want more action,” Robin retorted. “It’s been a slow night.”
“Five attempted robberies, three attempted rapes, three carjacking’s, and a…”
“A partridge in a pear tree,” Robin interrupted him. “It’s not enough. I want to do more.”
“Let’s go see what Hood has,” Nightwing said with a frown as he made his way to the waiting Batmobile.
They took off towards Red Hood’s coordinates, Nightwing’s mind racing with possibilities of who Joker had abducted this time. He’d been escalating in his pursuit of victims, moving up from unknown street thugs to the likes of Catwoman. Only Joker knew when it would end.
“Who do you think Joker took this time?” Robin knowingly asked.
“How do you know that’s what Hood contacted me about?”
Robin rolled his eyes with a huff of annoyance. “It’s the only thing that you practically drop everything to investigate lately.”
Nightwing sighed wearily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have no idea,” he admitted, “but I’m afraid to find out. He’s escalating his hits…going after bigger and bigger fish. It won’t be long before he comes after one of us…maybe Commissioner Gordon or the even the mayor.”
“You think he wants one of us?” Damian asked.
“I know he does,” Nightwing clarified. “Batman is at the heart of everything that he does. He wants to break him.”
“Maybe, but mostly mentally,” he explained as he pulled the Batmobile to a stop and turned off the engine. He turned to look at his younger brother. “That’s why I want you to be careful out in Gotham. Joker could strike at any time…when you least expect it. You have to be on guard at all times.”
Damian only nodded as he opened his passenger side door and exited the car. He wasn’t about to be taken by Joker and if the psycho clown did try, he’d find himself with a huge fight on his hands. “Where is Hood?”
“Over here, guys,” Hood called to them, waving them towards a jewelry store, it’s front window completely smashed in.
“Who did Joker take this time?” Nightwing asked.
“Firefly,” Red Hood informed them. “He was attempting to rob this jewelry store when he got interrupted by Joker’s gang. I arrived on the scene just after they took him.”
“That would account for all the scorch marks on the store and the ground,” Wing commented as he studied the crime scene. “I assume Firefly didn’t get away with any of the goods?”
“Here’s his loot,” Hood said as he held up the bag of jewels.
“If Joker finds a way to control Firefly, we’re going to be in a whole world of hurt,” Dick groused, his gut churning with dread with the frightening thought. They needed to find Firefly and fast.
“Red Robin to Nightwing.”
“What is it?” Wing asked, his focus on the crime scene before him.
“Penguin is planning his revenge on Joker,” Red Robin informed him. “Word on the street is that Penguin is gunning for Harley.”
Dick felt a headache forming as he considered this newest information, wishing Batman was here. “Keep me posted if you learn anything more,” he replied. “Nightwing out.”
“Now what?” Red Hood asked, his hands on his hips as he studied his older brother.
“You don’t want to know,” he stated as he walked past him to begin his investigation.