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From My Hands	By : Undine Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It's kindda sounding like Jasons gunna be in this story. As of right now he's not, it's not him! I don't know if I'm gunna put him in later or not. That'll be decided later.
Chapter 1-Back at the Cave
The sirens were going crazy, plice sirens, amulatory and the blaring honks of fire engines over the bustle of the city. Swinging above the streets he felt pulled by them. If Batman hadn;t given him direct orders to return to the cave he'd be investigating. He was certain if he disobeyed, Bats would have his head! Looking longingly back over his shoulder in the directions of yet another blaring siren he continued on the rather long trip back to the cave, His little trip had taken him far away from the manor and it's hidden secrets. Just when the night was getting interesting he gets called back. Wasn't that the usual.
With a sigh he turned his full attention to getting back to the cave quickly as possible. Maybe there was a crack in the case! Maybe that's why he'd been called back! He let a wave of relief wash over him. He might just get a little sleep if Batman could catch this guy! He couldn't remember the last time he'd had more than an hours sleep between his night job and school. And trips to the infirmary did count! Though truth be told he could never recall Bruce resting UNLESS he was in the infirmary. Is that what he had to look forward to?
Though he'd let his mind wonder a bit his heart grew heavy with burden as he entered the cave, Bruce was sat at the main computer, back to Tin as he approached. On The main screen was a news program, reporting live from the scene of a fire apreading rapidly from building to building as firefighters fought to contain it. Batman was clearly brooding, hands together, fingers interlaced and tucked under his chin as he watched the screen. It was amazing how Batman could controll the emotion of a whole room... er.. cave...
He was certain Bruce knew of his presence. The older man just didn't acknowledge him as he approached, Another bad sign. He was at Batmans side and still the man said nothing so Tim watched the monitor more closely, Within seconds his face paled, a lump in his throat, Behind the far too thin reporter was the front of the alley he'd just left. The falmes were high into the air, swallowing up the building next to it.
How! He'd knocked those guys out cold! They should even be up yet let alone able to build a fire of this magnitude! He could fell the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in anticipation for the 'Bat lecture' He knew he was going to get. "They risked setting the whole slums on fire just to covertheir tracks!" He said. anything to get Bats attention off him. Not that he thought it would work.
"I don't think your guys did this." Batman said stiffly, gruffly. Pulling a memory chip up Batman place it in the computer. With a few clicks a video screen appeared over the news broadcast. It was a recodring from Batmans binnoculars. The police cars had already gathered. The police had beaten out Batman? Something was wrong there... Even worse was the fact that in the back they were carrying two body bags away from the scene. Two body...
"Batman I swear to you they were alive when I left.. I...!" A flash from the screen drew his attentions, causing him to cut his sentance short. An explotion from within the alley. A contained one. This explotion was used to ignite fuel that had been poured in the alley, not destroy the building. Used to destroy the evidence! He watched the police and crime scene investor that had just barely unpacked scurry across the street to escape the flames that shot out from the enclosed area.
"He's good. Point blank bullet wounds to the forehead. They messed up, he wanted them to see their death. All the while he'd already placed the call to the police and had the place rigged to go up in flames." Batman had never taken his eyes from the screen, analyzing, looking for somthing he'd missed...
"But why call the police? If they'd let it go the bodies woud've burned up and there'd be almost no chance he'd be caught." He didn't have to ask why Batman knew the guy had called the police. For one he was sure Batman was listening in on the radio freguencies. Second;y, it was the only scenario that made sense as to why they were there before he was.
"He wanted the bodies found. It's a sign to the rest of his men. He controls them through fear. If they'd burned up it would've been difficult to identify them. This way the rest of the men know what will hapen to them if they mess up."
"Harsh..." Was al lRobin could think to say for the moment. They were apparently dealing with an experienced and cruel man. He had to of've left SOME clues behind. "The phone?" He questioned.
"Prepaid tracphone. Untraceable."
Damn. There goes that. "So... Where do we start?" He walked over to the chair nestled in front of another system of computers. Patrol ended early but that didn't mean work was was never done. Robins voice caused Batman to move, leaning over his console and clicking away, sending certain files towards Robins screens. At quick glance Robin could see most of them were files of prior offenses of anyone Batman considered capable of this. It was limited. Having an operation like this required time, money and space as well as access to raw materials, even if they didn't know exactly what the drug was made of, they could guess. His M.O. and the fact that he hadn't messed up yet meant he was a pro. Might as well rule out anyone they could.
Glancing at Batmans screen he could see the man was replaying the film. This time he had it zoomed, scanning the area for any sign of the perp. One person out of uniform, one swifty look from someone. In the corner he could see audio file of the call made to the police waiting in the background as well as the triangulated location where the call was placed. According to the map it was another section of the slum. No Camereas around to catch the guy on film. Doubt there'd be witnesses, though he had a feeling that was tomorrows nights job. Scouring the slums, scaring the hell out of people that didn't deserve it in hopes they may have seen something suspicious... All part of the job!
Turning to the Computer he began his sorting. It was going to be a long night indeed.
He shot up, sheets and comforter flying to the side as he swung out with his arms. He was panting, a light sweat dripping down his forehead. Another nightmare. Again he couldn't remember it. That was well enough. If he remembered each one, there'd be no room for anything Batman taught him. Glancing around he noticed familiar settings, but certainly not the batcave. His room. Expensive Pajamas instead of his suit. He groaned, holding his head in his right hand. He had to have fallen asleep at the console again!
Stretching he heard a few different joints pop and crack. The sun was up and he was sure everyone, consisting of none other than Bruce, Alfred and himself, were up and moving about. HIs internal clock told him it was around 7. Thank goodness it was a Saturday. He'd have been totally late for school! Slipping on a pair of slippers and a robe and headed down to the Kitchen were Alfred was preparing a huge breakfeast. Somehow he doubted most of it would be eaten. Tim would do his share but the section left for Bruce was unlikely to be touched.
Taking a slice of toast from the plate Tim hopped up on a stool, taking a bite and swallowing before talking. He remembered when he first came he. Poor old Alfred almost had a heart attack at his "table manners". That being what it was, said manners were beaten vigorously into him, nearly as heavily as his training as his Robin training. "Bruce 'working'?"
"Never left. I hope you slept well for the three hours you were asleep, Master TImothy."
That long huh? He was gunna have to work on that. If Bruce could go days without sleeping he was goiong to have to work his way up to the same. "I'm gunna head down, see if he can't use some more help." Tim waved back to Alfred who akcknoledged his exit as he headed down to the cave.
Even from the stone steps chissled out of ancient rock he could see his adopted father working away at his console. He truely wondered how the man did it. The man must be nothing but concentrated willpower. Either that or he makes one mean cup of coffee when the boys not looking. "Morning!" He tried his hardest to supress the yawn that crept in on his voice. He received a grunt as answer. "Anything new?" He wanted to as 'since I passed out' but he didn't want to bring to Batmans attention that he was once again weaker than him.
"Theres a few warehouses on the water front. They're not supposed to be in use but there appears to be extra overhead expenses by the owner. Appears someone is running somthing there."
Meaning there was nothing on the what had happened the night before. They were back to grasping straws and steak-outs all night again. Back to the grind.
Sitting at his designated computers he decided to look up moree information on the previous night himself. By now it was plastered on every newspaper and news channel. Apparently the two men killed were Jordan White and Robert the two of them priors included possesion, assault, drunken in public, defacing property. Small time. How did they get their hands oon something this potent? Searching back they were never in a gang that lasted long. They'd get busted and move onto the next thing. Meaning trying to follow up on their affiliates as potential lead would be just as long as their fun little stake-outs.
He did notice, however, that for all possible theories as to why they were killed, why the place was rigged to blow, this new drug was never brought up, neither was the girl he'd saved the night before. Apparently, the fact that he'd saved her before the guy could put a bullet in her head as well, carrying her away from the scene, meant they hadn't connected the also means she hadn't told them she was connected to it... or she couldn't...
First thing he'd learned in this gig. You didn't always get to save everyone. But it never got easier. Hearing the two thugs were dead wasn't too horrible. They'd been heading down that path for so long, willingly destroying any hope they'd be of use to society. She, on the other hand, was quite young. It didn't seem fair she'd have to go from some forced drug overdoes by two wanna be big shots. It caused his heart to sink a bit. How many more before they got this guy!
Shaking off the last hazes of sleep he set forward to investigating every possible lead, maping their would be steakouts tonight. Unless more pressing matter came up He'd be taking number128, Batman would take number 210. This had to end tonight!
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