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Batman: Downfall	By : Driftwood Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 19223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter Seven
Gotham General,
As the last patient was wheeled back into the secure ward Doctor Dan Black spared a glance at his watch, it was a little after two in the morning and the realisation brought on a yawn. He held his hand up to his mouth to conceal it but the nurse next to him smiled and winked. “You need a cup of coffee?” she asked.
He nodded, “Hot and strong please,” he replied and bit his tongue to stop himself adding Armodafinil to that list too. The nurse snorted a laugh an handed him the last manila folder, he flicked it open and went straight to the brain scan, though he already knew what to expect when he got there. “All the same,” he muttered more to himself than the nurse. Blood had been taken, each patient had now had numerous CT scans done which had only lasted a few minutes but they kept the patients inside the machine as the results were looked at and re-scans done time and time again for a total of almost two hours for each patient but the results were all the same, their brains were swelling and no one could understand why.
“At this rate they will die in two days’ time,” the nurse added. She had looked at the reports on the ride up in the elevator, such a pity that the elevator had jammed between floors for five minutes too. It was just enough time for her to update her benefactor before the lift started to work again.
Dan offered a look at the nurse, he guessed curiosity had gotten the better of her and he did not really blame her. The whole hospital was now talking about the fifth floor secure ward and the patients detained within. This was Dan’s first time in the room with them and needless to say he felt uncomfortable being around them. “Keep that to yourself okay?” he replied as sternly as he could. Everyone had been notified of the reporter who had managed to get into the ward, now every single doctor, nurse and orderly were asked for ID which was then checked against the system before being granted access.
“Sleep,” the nurse said loudly and Dan watched as each patient’s eyes closed. She smiled at the doctor as his mouth fell open, “Creepy isn’t?” he nodded his reply, mouth still open. The Orderlies said good night as they hurried past the doctor and nurse, one of them a middle aged Hispanic gentleman offered a silent prayer while surveying the room with scared eyes then dashed off. “No one likes being here on their own.”
Dan handed the folders back to the nurse and he watched her go about placing them at the end of each bed, he rubbed at the stubble on his chin it was so quiet in the room that he could hear the rasp it made as he did so, “Come on let’s get that coffee you offered me.” He said as the nurse finished up. The managed to reach the door before the sound of a bed tray being dropped made them turn around.
One of the patients, the young man who had bitten his fingers off was stood up at the very end of the room. Dan felt the nurse tense up next to him and his own body did the same with the added flip flop of his stomach to boot. “That’s odd,” the nurse said, her words a little shaky, “Sleep!” she called out loudly.
The patient walked the few steps to the end of his bed then turned and faced them. Dan fumbled in his pocket for the syringe that was filled with a tranquilizer and pulled it free holding it to his side the nurse glanced down glad to see that this doctor took precautions. The patient took one unsteady step forward and froze one leg behind one leg forward. “At what point do we go from odd to bat shit crazy?” he whispered through gritted teeth.
The Nurse went to reply but somewhere the fast forward button had been pressed. The patient ran forward with sickening speed his arms held up and teeth barred in a feral imitation. One arm hit her hard in the face and sent her sprawling to the floor, her knee smacking hard on the cold tiled floor and sending pain flaring up her thigh. The screaming she thought was her own until she swallowed hard and found the screaming was continuing.
The patient had straddled the doctor, his knees were buried deep under the doctor’s arm pits and his hands gripped the side of his head. The patient’s head was forward as if he were kissing the doctor only his mouth was a little further up, now the Nurse gave her own scream as the patient jerked his head back and blood flew as Doctor Dan Black’s nose was ripped from his face.

Warehouse district,
They had left the Bat cave and driven out under the heavy and foreboding clouds of a gathering storm, the light wind that had sped them on their way had now grown in strength, tugging at Batgirls cape as she moved from rooftop to rooftop. She came to a stop and looked up, the clouds pressed down all around Gotham, they churned roiled with the rain they contained, and she could smell it in the air and feel the friction of the coming thunder and lightning. As if to confirm her suspicions a deep rumble of thunder rolled in.
Batgirl had started off by striking off the warehouses that were in full or constant use, the recent boom in the markets allowed her to take out a large chunk of the warehouses. She now stood furthest from the docks, here the warehouses were either demolished or in need of serious repair. Roofs sagged and windows were shattered if not missing altogether. She counted six possible hideouts, seven if she included the one that comprised of a single floor the rest of the building had collapsed in on its self a few winters back.
Batgirl’s radio clicked twice innocuously, but to her she knew it meant that Batman had arrived at the airport, all she had to do now was find Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn and ask them nicely to hand over Klaus Cannon. It took her only a few minutes within the first the warehouse to deduce that it had not seen human life good or bad in quite some time, after the second one she started to get the creeping feeling that she was in the wrong place.
The third warehouse showed more promise. On the second floor down she found a large cleared space. Office equipment such as desks, chairs even old computers had been piled in odd piles throughout. The dust and debris on the ground showed recent activity she knelt down and turned her torch on, the pink metal of which stood in stark odds to the rest of her outfit. Her radio clicked three times, “Boy, someone’s a little impatient,” Batgirl muttered to herself.
There were foot prints, the deep tread and outline gave her the hint of work boots. She stood up and scanned the area quickly, more prints but not as discernable led to a window. Here the person had moved back and forth a lot, impatiently waiting, but for what. The view was of the city skyline itself the tall buildings raised into the night sky, Wayne Enterprises dominating them all, their lights steady and constant against the gathering black clouds. Whoever had stood here was looking out for someone. Finally she made the decision she reached up and touched the side of her cowl as she was shown “This is a bust, they are not here.”

Gotham Airport,
Batman was deep in thought, or lack thereof. His eyes were closed and he took deep breaths in and out as he cleared his mind. Leaving the Bat cave had been on thing but entering Gotham City had almost gotten the better of him, he had dropped Batgirl off and for three miles he had driven aimlessly around, wherever he looked Harley Quinn stood, each flashing neon sign held her name in hot pink or neon green. He fought with himself to turn the car back around and aimed it for Gotham Airport.
Batman had cleared the fence at the end of Runway two the security cameras were static and he had managed to fire a small EMP blast at the closest one which had brought him the time he needed. Some part time security guard would be along at some point to fix the camera at which point Batman was sure to have left the scene.
Hanger three sat in total darkness, using his thermal imaging he had picked up the cold outline of the aeroplane inside a newer and larger version of the jet that Bruce Wayne currently had. Worryingly there were no heat signatures of anything alive, human atleast. So now he sat hunched over watching the main hanger door from the top of Hanger six trying to clear his head of Harley Quinn and lessen the erection that nudged painfully at his suit. “This is a bust, they are not here.” The voice said in his receiver bringing him out of his meditation.
He switched to the thermal camera again and scanned the hangers only the rat’s seemed to be busy behind the closed doors. “Are you sure?” He asked as he scanned the area.
“Someone’s been here at a guess, looks like a space was cleared I don’t know what for. If they were here they are long gone.” Batgirl responded. Batman stood up letting the muscles in his leg stretch and tingle.
Had it been Robin at the warehouse he would have felt confident in that assessment but Batgirl was no Robin and he still had his doubts no matter how eager she seemed to be. “Do another search, be thorough. Be certain.” The radio clicked off with no reply.
Five minutes passed, the first warning drops of rain had started to splatter down, big heavy drops that exploded as they landed. Batman’s receiver came to life again, “No one is here I am certain of it, something was going on here or was meant to though. The place looks laid out but in a haphazard kind of way…” She trailed off and Batman knew she was trying to think of a better way of putting what she was seeing into words.
Had Alfred had a another day to work on her new cowl he would have been able to fit a camera and right now Batman would be looking through Batgirls eyes. “You mean the disarray is intentional.”
“That’s it, like they wanted it to look a mess.” Batgirl sighed, “Maybe they knew we were on to them and left. What’s it like over there?”
Had they all read the signs wrong somehow, the helicopter’s flight path, Harley’s escape they had all been so certain earlier now they were staring at a dead ends. Batgirl’s question came again, “Nothing,” he replied through gritted teeth. A figure in thermal red and orange hues appeared before him, body pressed against the side of one hanger, “hang on,” he said and muted the radio.
It had to be Harley Quinn, the outline was certainly female and to Batman and his fevered brain the logical conclusion could only be that, Harley Quinn was down there heading into the Hanger. Batman flew down, his cape spreading out behind him. He landed on his feet, letting the momentum take him into a roll before he stood up straight in a fluid motion, the sound of his landing muffled by the rumbling of Thunder. Batman could only see Harley Quinn now, her body pressed close to one concrete wall, the shadows of the other looming hangers doing a fine job of concealing her to any passer-by but not to Batman.
Batman was only a step behind her before Harley Quinn reacted. A sudden flash of sheet lightning threw everything into stark black and white the shadow of Batman loomed large over Harley Quinn. She turned a startled cry escaping her lips as Batman grabbed both her upper arms…only it was not Harley Quinn he now had hold of. The blonde pigtails, the plaid skirt, the fishnet stockings faded away with each confused blink. The woman he now had a firm hold of had long dark brown hair the plaid skirt had faded to reveal a dark suit jacket and trousers. “Batman?” The woman exclaimed.
Batman let her go and took a step back, giving her room to breathe and to feel less intimidated, he recognised her and was then surprised at seeing her here, “Lois Lane, what are you doing here?”
Lois Lane dusted herself down, straightening her jacket and trying to stop her heart from exploding, “Well I am going to guess you are here for the same reason I am. Carlos Constance and possibly Axis Chemicals as a whole have something to do with those poor people in Gotham General.” If it were any other reporter Batman would have been surprised at what had just been said, but Lois Lane had a knack for piecing a puzzle together…well most puzzles as far as he knew, Clark Kent was still keeping his big secret concealed from her.
“Can I ask how you came to that conclusion?” Batman asked.
“I could ask you the same question. Care to go on record for me?” Her smile was warm and friendly, though her eyes glinted with the hope of a scoop. When Batman failed to respond the smiled dropped quickly away, “Fine, what a surprise! I have an insider at Axis that’s all you are going to get. They told me of some secret little experiments. We have been keeping an eye on Carlos ever since, when he flew to France we did not think much of it, but then he headed straight back to US soil and landed here in Gotham. Then a few days later bam!” Lois hit her fist into one open palm, “twenty odd people are mysteriously admitted to Gotham General and word on the street is a chemical was involved.” Batman responded with a nod and Lois smiled raising her eyebrows in a cocky fashion.
Batgirl was listening in to all of this, she had sighed with relief when the figure had turned out not to be Harley Quinn. That relief had turned to shock as the reporter had started to tell her tale albeit missing out some juicy bits no doubt. Now Batgirl felt uneasy, “Something is not right about all this.”
Lois continued, “You know what has been bothering me the most about this, the fact that your Police department do not have a clue, my insider there says they are looking for Poison Ivy but even he was not too sure about that.”
Batgirl nodded to herself in total agreement with Lois Lane, “She’s right, I gave the Mayor Carlos’ name, he passed it onto the cops, so why is there no arrest warrants for him.”
“Sir, Batgirl is right, Oracle shows no arrest warrants for Carlos Cesar Constance or for Pamela Isley.” Alfred added, his fingers darting over the keyboard amazed at the new interface system that he had been left with.
“Are you sure you gave him the name?” Batman asked and Lois looked at him as if he had gone insane before she realised he was speaking to whoever was in his ear.
“I stood next him and told him flat out. Then at the hospital he said the police were after him.” Batgirl replied.
“What were his exact words?” Batman asked.
Batgirl shook her head, “I don’t know I was seeing my dad for the first time in there,” she took a deep breath; the silence on the radio told her Batman was waiting patiently for her. She thought back trying to block out that terrible vision of her father in the ward. She focused on Sebastian, on what he was saying then she let out a curse. “He said they had men on the ground searching for whoever did this. I didn’t think much of it at the time but…sorry.”
Batman looked at Lois Lane, she was moving from foot to foot, she knew something was up her story had perhaps just gone up a gear. She had a talent alright one that Batman knew got her into trouble a lot, Batman was careful with what he said next, “We have to assume he is in on it to.”
Batgirl shook her head in disbelieve, anger was swelling inside her at the betrayal. “The Mayor of Gotham helping with illegal human drug trials.”
“I’m on my way.” Was all that Batman replied with, there would be time to discuss the weakness of the governing body of Gotham City another time, but right now he had to get to the Mayor’s apartment on the other side of town.
“Pick me up on the way,” Batgirl turned from the broken window and started to head for the stairwell, before Batman made her stop.
“We still need to find where Ivy and Harley are held up,” Batman said then quickly tapped his receiver four times informing Alfred that he was speaking directly to him now, “Ivy will be close to plant life, search Oracle and cross reference with break-ins over the last two months.”
Alfred came back with the results in under two minutes, impressing Batman and bringing a cocky smile to Batgirl at how good her system worked. “It seems there is nowhere that fits those criteria. I widened the search to include swimming pools, bath houses and the like, places that are humid enough to sustain perhaps new plant life and the results the same.”
Lois watched Batman’s reactions to the news that only he could hear, she likened it to watching a schizophrenic having an internal argument and the unease that she always had around Batman crept back in, how Superman could spend time with this guy was something she supposed she would never understand even Clark seemed to like him for some reason. “Ivy is clever but not that clever, we are overlooking someone, something or somewhere.” Batman said out loud.
The radio went quiet for a few seconds, Batman opened and closed one fist anxious to be on his way, aware that time was slipping from them and that stage two was only mere hours away if not already beginning, he only hoped Barbara Gordon had not yet had chance to calculate this as well. “Three buildings were demolished a year ago the Giordano Botanical Gardens was sadly condemned after Ivy’s last stay there. Boone Arboretum was also demolished two months after that and small hot house plant shipping company near,”
Batgirl cut over Alfred’s speech, “No wait go back, Boone Arboretum is still standing,” she said feeling her heart speeding up she began a dash to the stairwell and the roof above.
“Miss I am afraid to say but Oracle confirms Boone Arboretum was torn down.” Alfred responded.
Batgirl leapt up the steps clearing two at a time, grim determination on her face as she bounded onto the roof, “That’s an error! two years ago a group of bored, wealthy housewives made a petition to save the Arboretum and declare the last standing building of Kincaid Boone a site of significant architectural design. The motion was passed but since then there has been a ton of legal wrangling over who owns the actual rights to the property.”
“Why is Oracle not showing this?” Batman asked.
“Because it was done in a small council meeting so there was no digital transcript. The minutes were taken down by hand and is now sitting on a large shelf in the Library waiting for some poor intern of mine to digitally convert it,” Batgirl said quickly, taking a big gulp of air in afterwards. “Trust me the arboretum is still there and so is Ivy and Harley.”
“Okay, you know where to go,” Batman said, the trace of a grim smile hit his lips as Batgirl hooted with excitement, the smile faded away as quickly as it had arrived. “Be careful though act as if they are expecting you.” Batman turned to Lois Lane he looked down and noticed the discrete recorder in one slender hand. Batman unhooked his grappling gun from his belt and just as quickly unhooked a small black box, he double tapped an inlaid button and the box beeped as a small EMP blast rolled from it and effectively wiped the memory from the recorder. The grappling gun fired high and Batman spared one more look at Lois Lane, “Sorry about your recorder.” He said and shot through the air his cape billowing behind him.
Lois watched him go, her brow furrowed at what he said. She turned her recorder over not noticing anything untoward until she tried to play back the last ten minutes only to find the memory had been destroyed, “Oh you son of a bitch!” she exclaimed.

Gotham General,
Sebastian pushed the officer aside, and marched into the ward, his forward motion abruptly coming to a stop as he looked into the chaos that was on the other side of the partition. A liberal trail of blood obscured the view but not as much as he wished it was.
One man was lying on the floor his head caved in, two more men were pushed up against one wall both had their teeth bared as they punched and tried to bite one another. Sebastian finally found his wife in the chaos and he uttered a horrified cry. She was bent over one of the beds, her gown discarded. What Sebastian could see of her tanned and toned body was bruised and smeared with blood, behind her a stocky man ploughed his cock into her with vicious speed while another had his hands buried in her black hair and was ramming his cock into her mouth.
Sebastian tried to shout out for them to stop but the words stuck in his throat, he watched as Jim Gordon naked and erect grabbed the man that was forcing his cock into his wife’s mouth and pushed him away, his cock popping free as he went. Gordon hardly glanced at the man as he fell in a heap and screamed incoherently instead he turned back to Simone and without hesitation or asking pushed his cock into her open and willing mouth.
The man behind her stepped back, his cock wilting and a thin stream of cum connected him and the woman for a second before it broke, the man on the floor scrambled to his feet and raced around to the now vacant area, his cock still a rigid and with another angry scream shoved himself hard into her. Sebastian turned away he managed a step before his legs gave way and he fell to his knees and began to weep uncontrollably.
Whatever semblance these people held was lost in the driving madness that had enveloped them one at a time as their amygdala began to expand and their frontal lobe began to lose a battle as quickly as its supply of blood began to dwindle. Tad Hardcaster was the first to go, he had climbed from his bed and gone straight to the person he saw as his tormentor, he had pounced on him and tore his nose from his face.

Tad had turned his attention to the nurse, it was as he pounced on her that the unassuming in life William Boyd had grabbed him around the neck and repeatedly smashed his head against the door until his face was nothing more than a pulped and bloody mess and his body spasmed as the nerves and muscles died. William Boyd had helped the nurse to her feet only to rip her uniform from her body his chubby hands pawing at her as she cried out for help he silenced her with a blow to the face before mounting her.
One by one they all became consumed by the anger that had been unleashed inside them, Jim Gordon had sent a man flying across the room the body shattering one glass panel, the body lay crumpled on the floor where Paul Noyce began to kick and stamp at the head with his bare foot until it caved in. Paul stumbled off dragging his now broken foot behind him, his own excitement at seeing the nurse poking through his gown.
Simone Garcia had given herself willingly to Gideon Rush, she had taken a bite of his shoulder, tearing old flesh from the muscle though the old man had hardly noticed as he fucked Simone with a ungraceful mix of quick thrusts and stuttering jerks, he had not cum in her for more than a few seconds before he was punched in the head from the side his frail body spinning away while Clark Feather, he with the ample gut and ample cock pushed himself into the willing and waiting Simone.
Her chart showed the name Samantha Kinkalow, but for most of her life she had gone by the name Selina Kyle, was on all fours, Gideon Rush a man almost in his eighties was under her, his hips bucking up as his small, hard cock entered her well used sex, while behind her Clark Feather a man that on any other day would have Selina repulsed by the gut on him buried his surprisingly well endowed cock into her backside. She had let out a feral yelp the first time the huge head had nudged at her tiny anus only for it to be forced forward with painful surprise.
Jim Gordon pulled free of Simone’s mouth, his cum dribbled from her mouth as she let out a long moan of pleasure as the man behind continued to drive into her. Gordon’s cock was still rigid, he had cum twice now and still the overwhelming need to fuck and to fight consumed him. He found Samantha Kinkalow on her knees Gideon and Clark had finished with her and had moved on to one another. Samantha’s sex was pushed down on the now unconscious and possibly dead Doctor Daniel Black, Samantha mewed like a cat, and she hissed and clawed at anyone who came within reaching distance as she ground down on the doctor’s face. Jim Gordon caught one hand as it flashed out her nails still managing to gouge four deep cuts in his thigh, her wrist snapped and she let out a hate filled yelp. Jim held her up, dragging her from the doctor, her inner thighs smeared with fresh blood as she kicked and twisted in the man’s grip. He threw her to the floor and was between her legs quickly, the blood smearing across his own flesh as his cock found her blooded sex and slipped in with sticky ease.

It continued on this way for ten minutes, anyone who dared to enter the room was assaulted and they were left with no choice but to lock the door in case any of the patients was to break free. The Mayor turning up had not been planned but it had heralded the only solution left to the hospital. Five armed police officers in riot gear stood at the doorway, in amongst them were three orderlies, they had wanted more but no one had volunteered. Each carried a small plastic case containing ten needles all filled with the strongest sedative the hospital had stock of.
The plan was simple, push their way in, knock them to the floor, incapacitate them if necessary then inject them and hope to God it worked.
One officer would say later that it was like entering a war zone, as soon as they had entered all the anger, all the hate turned on them. A night stick shot out of the crowded riot police and caught one patient in the mouth his teeth breaking with a sickening crunch, an orderly brave from a sudden rush of adrenaline stuck a needle into any bit of bare skin he could find and pushed the plunger all the way down.
As the police and orderlies moved into the room they remained a tight unit letting the enraged patients bounce off shields or topple with the force of a night stick to the face, each patient downed was injected. Jim Gordon put up a big fight and the officers found it difficult to go at the man with all their might the punch that felled their Police Commissioner was delivered with an apologetic “Sorry!”
Twenty minutes later the officers sat, knelt or stood with horror and tiredness mixed on their faces. One orderly had been stretchered off with a broken leg and half an ear missing when Simone Garcia had lunged forward and taken a bite. They watched as nurses and doctors went about their work in the room, placing the patients on the beds and strapping them down before they cleaned the blood and semen and other fluids from their skins. Only then could they see what needed suturing. Four bodies were taken away in black body bags Daniel Black was in one of them the other three were patients. The nurse who had found herself trapped inside had been taken away they had found her with a face resembling a pulped strawberries, ribs broken and her sex a torn mess.

Boone Arboretum,
Batgirl stood on the bridge that overlooked the abandoned Arboretum; it was easy to see why Batman had overlooked this place. In the heavy downpour old flyers hung and fluttered on the large boarded fence that enveloped the run down property. Nature had been hard at work for the last few years, well pruned hedges and tree’s now hung over grown in a weed filled conglomeration that made up the once welcoming entrance garden. The Arboretum had formed its own urban camouflage and bad paperwork had helped it disappear from the Gotham subconscious.
The vista lit up with a wicked flash of lightning followed by a deep rumble of thunder, the rain refused to be beaten on noise and the downpour grew heavier its sound increasing with the fresh gusto. She lingered on the bridge apprehension holding her back, but the tingling in her sex telling her to swing down there and fight. The next flash of lightning brought the image of Ivy and Batman together to life before her eyes, except it was now Batgirl and Batman. A reward for doing such a good job, Batgirl blushed under her mask, she was delaying the mission anyway she could.
Batgirl was not stupid enough to go in through the front door instead she slipped round the rear finding a hole in the fence that she cut through into the grounds. The moment she was on the other side of the fence she knew she had the right place. The air smelt fetid and hot with plant life, around her weeds had withered and died, new growth, unnatural growth was prevalent. Hangers and vines of deep luscious green carpeted the ground. Had she not almost been killed by creepers like the one’s she was now seeing she would have walked over them and alerted Ivy. She stood at the very corner of the boarded fence, the Arboretum itself was another ten feet away not within jumping distance not even for someone of Batgirl’s calibre.
The phone line above her gave her another idea. She ducked back through the fence and hurried across the road where she quickly began to climb the rain slick phone pole. The line itself was wet through and slick to the touch, she had touched it with great trepidation aware that water and electricity do not mix but her choices were minimal and her father’s life hung in the balance. She gripped the line in both hands and hooked her legs over for extra support and began to pull herself along.
She reached the roof of the Arboretum shaken but in one piece, she had slipped halfway over the vine field, her crossed legs had held but her hands had found a mix of rain, oil and bird poop and had lost all traction leaving her dangling upside down for a few heart stopping moments. That was now behind her for the moment, if she managed to get hold of Klaus Cannon getting him out was going to be a problem.
The glass roof was shattered in many places, in some places whole panes were missing and worse still creepers had begun to stretch out across the great domed expanse. Batgirl dropped down a level finding a small viewing platform that she discovered led into the Arboretums once grand restaurant. In here no plant life had invaded, only dust, dirt and rats, though this seemed the case she moved quickly but quietly watching where each foot landed. The skeleton of a dead bird turned to dust beneath one boot, the sound barely audible against the storm outside.
Batgirl moved forward a little quicker now, her movements masked beneath the downpour, she slipped through a doorway that once held to glass doors but now stood empty. The humidity encased her the moment she left the sanctuary of the restaurant, the air was heavy with heat and moisture and the walls were alive with plant life. She cleared a railing on the upper floor landing heavily on a passing guard, his gun clattering across the parquet floor. The body under her tried to rise so she grabbed the greasy black hair and slammed the masked faced into the ground the body beneath her going still.
At the bottom the Arboretum opened up in all directions, the ground was clear which told her that this way saw a lot of footfall still. She lifted and dragged the guard to a small office off to her left she found nothing but abandoned furniture. She dumped the body and moved on. The fourth room she entered brought her to a halt, equipment was spread out across one side of the room a man lank haired and greasy skinned busied himself at one machine. Batgirl peered further into the room, there was nowhere for Ivy or Harley to hide so she stepped in, “Klaus Cannon?” she said loudly.
The man gave a girlish yelp and dropped a beaker he was working with that shattered on the ground its contents consuming the plant life that was there. “W..w..who are y..y..you?” he stuttered and pressed himself up against the table as if she were about to lunge at him.
Batgirl held up her hands to show she meant no harm, “It’s okay I am not here to hurt you,” ‘unless you don’t come willing that is’ she added in her head.
The man moved slowly down the length of the table his hand reaching out to bottle of vicious looking yellow liquid in a not to subtle way. His hand stopped as a sharp object dug into the wooden surface mere centimetres from his ring finger, he turned his head and looked at the bat shaped object his eyes went wide and he whipped his head back round, “B..B..Batman?”
“Do I look like a man to you?” she asked astonished, the man shook his head. Batgirl took a risk and walked over to the man.
Klaus’ head began to shake back and forth uncontrollably, “I didn’t m…m…mean to hurt those p..p..” Batgirl held one finger to his lips to silence him, his breath made her nose wrinkle.
“Good because you are going to help save them now.” She lowered her finger and grabbed the man by the collar of his lab coat.
“W..wait,” Klaus pulled himself free and quickly began to gather small vials from machinery that began to beep incessantly at being stopped so abruptly, “C..c..cure.” he said, but Batgirl saw a look of apprehension as he said it.
They left the room and Klaus pointed to where Ivy was more than likely holed up. Before they could head on Klaus put a hand on Batgirls shoulder turning her around, he held up four shaking fingers and then mimicked walking with them on his palm and pointed at the floor. “four guards?” she asked and the man nodded back, she had dealt with one already leaving only three more to worry about if she did not count Ivy and Harley “I expected more but I won’t complain.”
Klaus whispered it with dread, “E…e…eaten.”
They headed in the opposite direction and with each step Batgirl began to walk faster excitement was building in her at the ease in which she had gotten Klaus out of the Arboretum right from underneath the noses of Ivy and Harley. She was almost ready to break into song when their feet were taken from underneath them. The speed in which they were lifted was disorientating, one moment they headed one way then the next their bodies banging against a wall then a ceiling as whatever held them pulled them further into the arboretum.
Poison Ivy sat with relaxed ease as her baby brought her the intruder and Klaus, she had hoped it would be The Batman, perhaps eager for another playful session with her but when the vines finally appeared through a hole in the floor she was greeted with the sight of her other pain in the side, “My oh My if it is not the Batgirl herself.” Ivy’s smile beamed her red lips parting to show her teeth. She stood up as the bat struggled to break free from the clutches of the vine, “Struggling only makes him angry you know.” Something metallic zinged past her face, catching her red hair as it went and cutting some away cleanly. Ivy watched the strands fall to the ground as another batarang whizzed past and embedded itself into a thick trunk close by. “Looks like Batman shares his toys now.”
Ivy danced and dodged the clumsy throws until Batgirl had used them all up, “finished?” she asked mockingly. Ivy reached up and ran her hand through Batgirl’s red locks, “Batman does like his redhead’s doesn’t he, was that part of his employment advertisement ‘must have red hair’.” Batgirl spat in her face and struggled again to free her one trapped leg, Ivy sighed, “You are making him angry.” Ivy stepped back as the wall to her right opened up.
Batgirl stopped struggling but Klaus began to try and fight loose turning this way and that and pleading for his life as the giant maw opened up. Batgirl had seen one already but not this size, its mouth was a horrible fleshy pink, beads of dew stuck to fine hairs across the pink surface, as she watched a long tongue unfurled and slapped across Klaus who shrieked and fainted. Batgirl shook with horror at the memory of Woodrue’s Laboratory, she swallowed the fear back it would do her no good to give in to it now.
“If you are here, where is the Alpha Bat?” Ivy asked stroking the tongue of the plant, “Not at home in bed I hope. Perhaps he is otherwise engaged with Carlos,” She smiled as recognition crossed the girls face, “He is in for a surprise when he gets there, Harley will be so happy to see him, but not as happy as he will be.”
“What have you done to him?” Batgirl demanded.
Ivy shrugged, “I have no idea what you mean. A girl cannot help it if a man finds her fetching and available,” she blew a kiss and winked and Batgirl, “the world will soon see the Batman for what he truly is,” Ivy now stood nose to nose with Batgirl, her red lips turned up into a vicious sneer, “Just another horny man who cannot keep it in his bat trunks.” She turned her back and started to walk away, “I’m bored with you now, goodbye.” She clicked her fingers and the vine turned and began to head towards the open mouth.

Mayor Sebastian Garcia’s residence,
The lightning made his thermal imaging and night vision camera’s impossible to use, the rain made his bat ears useless he was left with the senses he was born with and Batman hoped that would be enough. The apartment was expansive stretching across the entire top floor he had done a full circuit from the floors rain soaked ledge. Sebastian Garcia did not allow any sort of security guard into his home they were allowed their camera’s (in certain areas only) and window trip alarms only. Batman decided that through the bedroom was the best access point. He slipped a mirror between the frame, confusing the alarm and pushed the window open he slipped in and closed the window immediately.
His radio receiver filled with static the moment he had put his head into the apartment and he had paused realising that a scrambler was in place somewhere inside, perhaps a precaution on listening devices by the Mayor’s entourage or recently placed by the Mayors newest ally. Batman had no time to reason with the pitfalls of continuing, time was running out and even as he moved through the first room he knew Batgirl was putting her own life at risk at Boone Arboretum.
Most of the apartment was in darkness and he slipped easily through the rooms, the rain hammered outside and made it difficult for him to detect sound. Up ahead was the Mayor’s study, the door was open and Batman could hear talking a figure passed the doorway a flash of suit and then gone. As Batman got closer the conversation became clearer“…worrying? No not really, just disappointing, the early results speak for themselves if….hello, hello?” From his vantage point Batman watched Carlos chuck his mobile phone onto the table and swear at it before picking up a brandy glass ad taking a sip. “It must be cold out there, why not come in Batman.” Carlos said without turning around.
Batman hesitated, he had been found out and by a very cool, calm customer. There was not much else he could do but join the man in the study. He entered the lit room and Carlos looked him up and down, the black costume no less intimidating in the light. “Yes I can see why everyone is scared of you,” Carlos sat down in the antique leather chair behind the large wooden desk, “dominating and menacing even in a place like this,” Carlos faked a shiver and let out a laugh.
“Klaus Cannon where is he?” Batman asked, remaining in the doorway.
Carlos pointed to another door, “In the next room having a bath, no wait,” he pointed towards Batman, “He is down there watching television, no wait that’s wrong,” Carlos rubbed his chin then raised his index finger, “That’s right he is on a flight back to South America, or at the bottom of Gotham River I always get those two mixed up.” Batman flew at him, his cape billowing out behind him and for a moment Carlos was truly scared. His jacket was grabbed and Batman pulled him bodily over the table.
The voice that came from behind them had an effect that surprised Carlos, “Hey there Bat’s looking for me?” the accent grated on Carlos but not on Batman. Carlos was let go and he fell with no grace onto the table, his Brandy spilling as he landed with a thud. “You think Mister J. will like my new look?”
Harley Quinn was leaning one arm stretched up on the wooden door frame, gone was her usual outfit now she wore nothing but her face paint and a fur coat belonging to Simone Garcia. The coat was open the grey pelt falling either side of her revealing her slim waist, breasts and trimmed dark pubic bush for both men to see.
Batman took a lumbering step towards her then shaking his head forced himself sideways turning as he did, turning away from the allure of Harley Quinn. Even Carlos minus any form of mind and mood altering drugs could not help but take in the creature before him. Out of her ridiculous outfit the woman was a pleasure to the eyes. He felt his own cock stirring as he thought about his dark skinned hands running across her supple breasts and between her milky white thighs.
Harley Quinn danced into the room her fingers crossed behind her back as she approached the swaying Batman. “Something wrong Bats,” Harley turned to Carlos and gave him a wicked wink, “Best be on your way.”
Carlos nodded though looked perplexed at the Batman’s reaction to the girl, he wanted to stay to see his curiosity through and find out how one girl no matter how psychotic had suddenly gotten the Batman so confounded that he could hardly walk. “You have this?” he asked as he picked up his closed laptop.
Harley threw her arms around Batman’s neck and pressed her naked body up against him, “Oh I certainly do.”
Batman could feel the weight of her on his back, he pushed forward reaching out to one mahogany door his hand fumbling for a door knob he knew must be there somewhere. His mind was not his own, he fought it as it begged then demanded he turn around. His cock was a painful mass that worked against him. Harley ran a long finger nail down one of his cheeks and his nostrils flared at the sweet and sweaty smell of her.
Harley gasped as one hand grabbed her naked thigh and she was momentarily airborne as Batman threw her off him she landed legs splayed onto the hard floor the under floor heating not doing much to warm her bare backside. She tensed waiting for a sudden attack by Batman but instead he stood there breathing heavy hands clutching either side of his mask. She rose slowly to her feet her eyes remaining on Batman as she did so, her smile widening with every inch she rose until her smile spread from ear to ear.
“What’s wrong Bats, too hot to handle?” she mocked him, she turned to her side defensively as Batman reached into his belt and pulled out a small canister he lifted it the best he could before it dropped from his hands and rolled away. “Did I ever tell you how hot your suit makes me,” she walked to the table and sat down opening her legs wide for Batman to see.
She ran her hand along the inside of her thigh up to her trimmed pubic bush and down, over her sex eliciting a shudder that rippled outwards across her body. She giggled as Batman forced himself to look away only to turn back again seconds later, his face was a mask of agony and ecstasy, he was fighting it but loosing. Harley dipped one black nail polished finger between her labia, her toned backside lifting momentarily from the table as she let out a low ragged breath, “So hot,” she breathed out.
Batman moved forward, Harley’s name burned in his mind, his cock begged for release, begged to be deep in Harley Quinn. Deep down Bruce Wayne fought it the best he could, every second he remained away from her was a victory only now his legs were moving of their own accord. He was atop of her in a few strides, “Stop it,” he gasped teeth gritted together, the battle almost lost inside him.
“Sure thing Bats,” Harley replied and slipped her sticky finger out and lifted it to Batman’s mouth. His head pulled back, but slowly ever so slowly he moved forward his mouth opening with tortured effort and finally he black finger nail then the digit itself disappeared into his mouth. She gave a gasp as his teeth closed around her finger and for a moment she expected the worst, but his tongue flicked over her sticky digit tasting her sex there while his hands groped at her breasts, his gloves rough on her sensitive nipples making them stand erect and hard.
“What have you got for me Bats?” Harley asked and pulled her finger, though somewhat reluctantly from his mouth and with her other hand began to fumble at his belt. Batman stood rigid his hands still played with her breasts, one dropping to her now most and tingling sex, she accommodated by opening her legs wider and felt his thick gloved hand probing her, slipping into her as she finally found the chink in his armour.
The lower half of his suit peeled open almost like a Banana and Harley found herself being greeted by his thick cock as it finally sprang free of its tight confines. She took hold of it instantly, Her hand gripped the hot shaft and she felt it pulse in her grasp as she worked it back and forth matching the in and out thrust of his finger’s inside her. The fur coat was making her hot to start with no all this action had turned her thermostat all the way into the red.
Harley had his attention, she knew she had to run now, get him to follow. It was a good distance from here to the Warehouse. To do it right here in the Mayor’s office would be fantastic, but it would implement the Mayor himself and other questions would then arise putting Harley, Ivy and Carlos under a spotlight they would not be able to shake. Harley reached down with her free hand and reluctantly pulled Batman’s hand away from her now on fire pussy, she let go of his cock at the same time climbing from the table.
Batman grabbed her upper arms “No rough stuff Bats,” she said only half-jokingly, but his grip did not relinquish instead he started to force her down, “Hey!” she said loudly but he continued until she was on her knees in front of him. His cock throbbed and twitched inches from her face, “You want to play do ya’?” she said and giggled, what harm would it do to have him craving for her more.
She took hold of his cock at its base, bigger than she knew the Joker’s ever would be for her, and ran her tongue from ball to tip of shaft in one languid motion. As she reached the top she opened her red lipped mouth and slid his cock into her mouth. Harley took what she could and worked the rest with her hand, her other hand found its way beneath her and she slipped one then two fingers inside herself.

Carlos stood impatiently at the lift doors, he had spared too many looks over his shoulder, it had gone awfully quiet in the study but Batman had yet to appear, finally the bell dinged and the lift doors opened silently. Mayor Sebastian Garcia stood stock still like a zombie; he stared through Carlos into the middle distance. “Mayor Garcia,” Carlos greeted with a tight smile and a hint of urgency in his voice.
Sebastian blinked then his eyes came into focus and found Carlos, “I went to the hospital, to see my wife.”
Carlos moved his laptop to his other arm, his now free hand slowly slipping behind his back to the gun that was resting in his belt. “Is that so, and how is Simone?”
Sebastian nodded slowly, the rest of his body sagging but not moving, not allowing Carlos to enter the lift. “She wasn’t there, just some other crazy woman.”
Carlos’ hand found the grip of the gun and began to slide it free. He spared a glance at the study something was going on in there, he was certain of it but not what. He needed to be away from this place, needed somewhere quiet to calm the buyers down. “I am sure she will return soon enough, now if you will excuse Mayor I have some important business to attend to.”
Carlos made a move forward he was stopped by Sebastian who raised one hand suddenly and rested it on Carlos chest. “You don’t understand, the crazy woman, looked just like Simone.” Sebastian pushed and Carlos took a step back, “just like her,” Sebastian gave a crazed smile, “I need that cure Carlos.”
And there it was the object that had everyone worried. A cure that never truly existed but was desired by all, “I was just on my way to get it.” Carlos said with ease, the gun was almost free from his belt.
Sebastian shook his head, “No you were not, you were running!” the last word exploded out in a shout filled with shocking anger.
Carlos brought the gun around and fired one single shot into Sebastian’s gut. The man staggered backwards, hand falling from Carlos’ chest and groping at his stomach, his shirt blooming with an ever growing red flower. “Our contract seems to have been made null and void Mayor Garcia, good day to you.” Carlos said and hurried into the vacant lift.
Harley felt his hands on her hand, taking handfuls of her blonde and red locks in tight fists and holding her head down, his hips thrusting forward feeding yet more of his cock into her unsuspecting mouth. She gave a cough and sputter as his cockhead nudged the back of her throat, instinctively she moved her back, trying to gain some breathing space but Batman forced her back and again pushed his cock further into her mouth.
Her hand pulled out from underneath her and now free she laid both hands on Batman’s waist and pushed for all she was worth. The action caught Batman unawares he stumbled backwards taking a good amount of Harley’s hair with him. Harley’s scalp burned as she hacked and coughed, her stomach threatening to show her the meal she had consumed earlier that evening. She staggered to her feet just as Batman rushed at her, his cock glistening and bouncing as he came.
Harley swept one leg out and low and took Batman out at the shin’s she moved just in time as his heavy frame fell forwards, landing with a sickening thud on the floor. Harley scrambled for the door a hand tried to close around one delicate pale ankle and she gave a back heel kick that connected with enough force to make Batman cry out, she turned half way through the living room. There was enough furniture between her and Batman that she felt safer, but there was still a job to do. “Come on Bats you going to finish what you started.” She was surprised to see him walk from the study so suddenly the subdued lighting in the living room did not make him any less menacing. “Catch me if you can lover boy,” she turned and darted for the bedroom, the French doors there would open onto a patio and from there she could access the rooftops.
Harley got to the doors and froze at the sight of the storm outside. She looked down at her naked frame, the fur coat the only thing on her, she pulled it close and did not feel anymore protected than when it was open for the world to see. Harley could hear Batman approaching, taking the direct route, pushing furniture out of his way rather than walk around it.
Harley grabbed the door handles and swung them open, running through them and into the heavy rain and gusting wind, her hair was soaked through, the fur coat was soaked through and now heavy on her naked body. The weight of it made her mind up and she slinked it off tossing it aside, she shuddered as the cold rain pelted her body her skin becoming wet and slippery. She smiled as she saw The Bat in the doorway, menacing in his costume but very human in the way his cock was still protruding. Harley back flipped onto the marble wall, her body feeling so much lighter, She blew a kiss as Batman came after her then dropped down to the fire escape below.
Batman wanted Harley, he needed Harley. Harley was his only thought taking her was his only motive in this world. He did not care why she had stopped only that it needed to continue and for there to be more afterwards, he had touched her supple breasts and wanted to now to suckle on her hard pink nipples, he wanted to push her against a wall and drive his hard cock into her anus and have her whimper and groan for more. He followed her out into the night, the rain hammered down on him as she flew from the ledge, his head erupted with static and a frantic retort, “Sir are you there? Sir, answer me?” over and over.
But there was only one reply, “Harley,” he said and raced to the ledge.
Batman’s body spasmed as pain erupted at his neck, his mouth filled with blood as he bit his tongue at the agony. The lenses of his mask flashed through all their programs, his radio gave out an ear splitting high ring and the hair on the nape of his neck became singed with the sudden rush of heat and electricity from the small grey box that sat pressed firmly against his neck. His body jigged for a few more seconds before he collapsed to the ground.

Boone Arboretum,
Batgirl had swung into action as she heard the unanswered response of an ever growing frantic Alfred through her receiver. It had all gone wrong for both Batgirl and Batman, Harley was not here that was now clear if it had been designed that way then Carlos and Ivy were one step ahead of them. But Klaus had been here at the Arboretum, perhaps a trade of sorts had taken place and sheer bad luck had led Batman right into Harley’s clutches.
Ivy had walked off, completely uninterested in the demise of both Batgirl and Klaus. Batgirl had used all her batarangs in an act of stupidity and now she hammered with little result at the mutant vine. She spared a glance at the open maw of the plant, unreality washed over her as a song from the little shop of horrors intruded her downright terrified thoughts. Klaus struggled too, though more frantically as he was closest to death than Batgirl.
Klaus stopped fighting, his body went limp. He had given up she decided and hated the man for being so weak. That thought vanished as the man’s eyes opened his face had become relaxed his eyes sure of their surroundings, he shook one lab coated arm and a small vial of the yellow liquid slipped out and it a sure hand. Batgirl thought she saw a trace of a smile when he glanced her way, a wink too perhaps but that was impossible wasn’t it?
Klaus shook the vial, the yellow liquid becoming vibrant inside with the motion. He aimed and threw it directly into the waiting mouth. The plants mouth remained open, the vial too small to make a dent on its hunger it seemed. Klaus was dangling above the open maw when a scream that Batgirl and Klaus could hear only in their heads made them both reach up to their ears in a vain attempt to block it out, this was followed by a shudder that rippled through the plant from hungry maw to vine. The vine holding Batgirl tightened considerably and she let out her own cry as she felt her ankle bone take the pressure almost snapping as the grip tightened even more.
The giant maw snapped shut an inch below Klaus Cannon then opened wide before snapping shut once more. When it opened again it stretched wide before vomiting forth dark liquid that sprayed Klaus from dangling head to toe. Batgirl watched in amazement as the mottled green vines began to turn brown rapidly before her eyes, the brown gave way to black and her foot slipped loose of the dead vine dumping her onto the leave carpeted floor below. Klaus fell next, his body bouncing in the once pink, now bruised in colour maw and tumbling out of it.
All around them the vines that had made up the plant went from green to brown to black, wasting away before their eyes and turning to stinking mulch over the course of a minute. Other plants reacted with horror, recoiling away from the dying vines. Ivy came charging back in screaming her lungs out, tears streaming down her green cheeks as her baby danced its death.
Batgirl swung for her in a long arc catching her on one tear streaked cheek and sending her sprawling to the ground. “Go now front door and don’t stop,” she shouted to Klaus, the plant’s screaming still ringing inside her head. Klaus nodded and he hurried off on all fours scrambling over dying vines or dodging the plant life that was trying to survive.
The kick to Batgirls stomach pushed the air from her lungs in a loud “Omph!” and bent her double, Ivy was on her feet her tears still flowing but that was the only sign of sadness now as she bared her teeth and her eyes alight with anger. She clenched her fists together and brought them down hard onto the girl’s neck dropping her to the ground. Ivy dropped onto her back straddling her and grabbed Batgirls head, “How. Dare. You!” she screamed and punctuated each word by slamming the girl’s head down onto the now exposed concrete flooring.
Ivy looked up at the sudden movement that approached her. She processed the dirty lab coat at first then the ancient fire extinguisher that was in Klaus’ hands, the realisation of what was about to happen was too late as the metal underside of the round container connected with the side of her head and sent her flying off the girl’s body.
Batgirl was lucky to be conscious still, had she been wearing her home made mask she had no doubt she would be unconscious or watching her brain being smeared across the ground. The new mask survived the attack but she was still shaken and disorientated. Klaus pulled her to her feet then pushed her towards the front door guiding her with a nudge in the back to avoid falling debris.
The rain felt good on the exposed parts of her face she spared a look skywards letting the rain wash over her, “Are you there Miss?” her receiver transmitted.
Batgirl nodded then realised what she had done and reached up to talk, “Yes I’m hear and so is Klaus.”
Alfred sighed with relief, “Some good news atleast…I’m afraid we have another problem.”
Klaus watched as Batgirl had a discussion with what appeared to be with herself at first before he realised she was talking to someone else, perhaps an ear piece he decided. He watched her eye’s close with sadness a small shake of her head, “What do I do with Klaus in the meantime?”
Alfred had already planned ahead and the Batski Boat was already winding through the catacombs and sewers of Gotham City. “You need to go two blocks west, there is a large manhole cover the boat will be there, put him in and I can guide it back.”
Batgirl glanced at Klaus, “He’s conscious.” She said and Klaus’ eyes went wide.
“Not to worry, I will release some sleep gas into the cockpit before he gets here. Then I will secure him.” The sleep gas was an anti-theft device that had yet to be fully tested and Alfred looked forward to seeing it in action. The smile on his thin lips faded as he returned to the more serious matter at hand. “The Mayor’s apartment is some distance from you so be quick I will get the Bat wing to you as soon as you have made contact with him.”

Ivy awoke to the sound of feet trampling around her. Her plants crying out at the injustice as the heavy boots stomped down. “You okay?” a voice asked her and nudged her in the back with what felt like the barrel of a gun.
She turned and pushed the gun away from her, “I’m fine you idiot.” She said then let out a hiss as she touched the cut and swollen lump on her head. The three remaining goons from Joker’s stock stood around like morons, kicking at dead plant matter or nudging it with their guns. Their faces were hidden by grotesque clown masks but she doubted the faces beneath were anymore animated.
“The Doc’s gone,” the closest man said. And Ivy sighed with amazement at how stupid they truly were. She stood up and wiped the tears from her cheeks, the goon next to her had a revolver wedged in the belt of his trousers she gave a single cheerless laugh when she noticed the safety was off. “What’s so funny?” he demanded and took a step forward.
Ivy grabbed the revolver as she pushed the goon back. The first shot ripped a hole through his shoulder, blood and muscle erupting out of his back as the bullet passed through. She took down the second man with a lucky shot to the head, the third had started to sprint off and Ivy shot lazily taking him in the thigh and sent him in a screaming, crying mess to the floor.
Ivy dropped the gun no longer interested in the fate of the men around her. She approached the solid iron door the remains of her baby still clung to it, the now black vines oozing mess down the frame. With her baby gone the door swung open easily.
The single bare bulb that hung from the ceiling had been smashed, as had most of the walls from what she could see with the dim light that streamed in from behind her. Someone moved in the dark, she could see shadows shifting as figure stood up, his body huge and muscular. “Hello Ivy,” the man said from behind his mask.
“Your time has come to repay your debt.”
The masked head cocked to one side, but the man stayed in his corner, “Debt? And what debt would that be?” he asked.
“Your timely release from Arkham,” she replied and the man laughed loudly, “Did you not consider who got you from Black Gate to Arkham for a psyche evaluation just as one patient there required early release.” The man’s laughter came to a stop.
“Yes, most fortuitous indeed.” Finally he stepped out of the shadows even without venom coursing through his system his physique was astounding. Bane held his arms out to his sides, “As you can see I am not at my best.”
“I have what you need, but…” Carlos had managed to procure a good batch of Venom at Ivy’s behest it was not a lot but enough to get the job done.
“A debt must be paid as you said.” Ivy stepped out of the tiny room and Bane followed ducking to get under the door frame as he went. He stretched out in the much larger room, he looked about him, the two dead men and one sprawled out and crying for help. Bane could smell death in the air and it invigorated him.
Ivy held out one hand, a clump of red hair in her palm, Bane took it and sniffed at it like a dog, “Find her and make her pay.”
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