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Ch.10: The Classic Whodunit As the mystery man in the Batsuit lifted his helmet, Nightwing felt his jaw drop "N-No way" he stuttered "Y-you've got to be kidding, this is all a practical joke" Alfred shook his head, holding his helmet at this side and solemnly says "No joke, Master Grayson." "B-but you? Alfred? Your Batman?!?" "I believe I've made that clear, Richard." Grayson takes a deep breath and is able to shake off his shock. He composes himself and begins talking "So your Batman?" Alfred Nods "Why?" Alfred sighs "Master Grayson, had Bruce ever told you about his 'Final Contingency'?" "No, what is it?" "It all started years ago wi

Ch.9: Confrontation Dick Grayson had had a long day. Since first thing in the morning he had been chasing false leads on the Mystery Bat's identity. Not to mention his fruitless attempts at figuring out why in the world Killer Croc would rob a gun store. In general it was just a bad day, and Grayson was looking forward to getting back to the Bat Cave and going to sleep. Fate had other plans for him. Upon returning, Nightwing was met with an unpleasant sight. The impostor Batman was standing at the entrance, holding Damian's unconscious form."What have you done?" Nightwing shouted. The man let out a sigh and said "Damian came to the war

Ch. 8: Will the real Batman please stand up? Damian squeezes off the first shot as the mystery man dives for the floor. The guns report echoes in the warehouse's vast emptiness and a box shatters from the wayward shot's impact. Damian shoots again and the bullet whizzes past the impostors head, much closer this time. The imposter raises his arms before his face and Damian's third and fourth shots are deflected by their heavily armored plates. As he lines up the fifth shot, the man knocks the gun from his hand with a well-placed batarang. Damian begins reaching for his other pistol but, seeing the impostor charging him, grabs his dagger inst

Ch.7: The Rising Son  A boy sits alone in his room, tools and materials strewn across the floor. His nimble fingers working the fabric and woven steel, crafting his new identity's visage. He muttered to himself inaudible to a passerby, but clear in his mind "My father was a Batman, as was his father before him, and I shall be a Batman too. If my time with the League of Assassins has taught me anything, it's the importance of my lineage." A pin slips and buries itself in the boy's finger. He doesn't care, he simply pulls it loose and uses the bloodstained steel further. "My father was an idealistic fool, if he wanted to truly strike fear in

Ch.6: Bat Hunt Pt.3 The following morning, Grayson began analyzing the video he had recorded the night before. After a brief analysis, Nightwing made a discovery. The Mystery Man's suit was more than just a suit, it was a modified BatBot. This explained why he never seemed to tire and his Herculean stature and strength. If it was a robot though, then there was a signal to trace. Nightwing used a different setting to find the signal but there wasn't one. This meant it must be piloted from the inside. Grayson switched to the infrared view, hoping to get a heat signature of the pilot. The impostor had predicted this too though, and a layer of

Ch.5: Bat Hunt Pt.2 The dark figure strode forward confidentally. His bright glowing eyes locked straight ahead. "I've been expecting you, Nightwing." The silohuette's mechanical voice said "welcome to my humble lair." He spread his arms in a theatrical motion "Sure, it's no Batcave, but it suits my needs." Nightwing, still on guard was jolted in surprise when he realized he recognized the voice. "That voice, it's Batman's when he uses the scrambler," he said. It had the same gravelly tone Bruce's did. Changed only by the slight distortion of manipulation. "How did you get that?" he asked. "That's none of your concern, Nightwing. Now," the

Ch.4-Bat Hunt "Sorry to break this to you Barbara, but Batman's Dead." Grayson said into his communicator. "Well you should bring that up when you talk," Oracle responded" because this guy didn't  get the memo" "Who is he then, anyway?" "I dunno, but the thugs he rounded up swore up and down it was Batman." "Do we have any leads?" "Plenty, it's like he wants to be caught. There are notes detailing it all in the Batcave." "I'll head over right away." Nightwing said, he happened to be near the Batcave by chance. A few minutes later he had already gotten to the cave and skimmed the files. From what he could tell, this guy was good. He had

Ch.3 -Stemming the Flow "Life's about to get really hard in Gotham" Oracle though to herself, alone in the watchtower. Though Arkham Asylum had exploded, nearly all of it's inmates had been outside at the time. Too many of them to have been a coincidence. This meant that someone had rallied together all of Batman's enemies. Someone powerful too, these people are not team players. The only things that control them are money and fear. If it's money they'd have to be twice as rich as Wayne Corp, and it takes a lot to scare Killer Croc. Whoever this guy is, he's not someone to be taken lightly. A light flashes above a button and a tone sounds.

Chapter 2- The Last Laugh A prisoner long broken free returns to his ruined cell. His signature smile gone. Seeing before him some illusory audience, he speaks aloud alone "My life has been such a glorious show. Each act more fun than the last. A constant game of cat and mouse, or rather , bat and mouse. " his simple joke brings him a chuckle and paints a twisted grin upon his face. His voice raised to a theatrical shout, he leaps upon a stage of rubble "Matching wits with the great detective. Thrashing the boy wonder. Ruling as king of No Mans Land." Filled with energy, the twisted clown bounded from rock to rock. Putting on an elaborate s

Chapter 1- Gotham's Decay "Gotham needs a hero" the commissioner thought to himself, alone in his office. The streets of Gotham had descended into chaos since Batman's death. There was no shortage of costumed vigilantes helping out to control the rise in crime, but Batman had been a symbol. To the people, he was their dark defender, their guardian angel, their nighttime protector. But his death had been a symbol as well. It told every Mob boss, street thug, and low-life in Gotham that now was their time, the day for them to stake their claim. Organized crime alone was running the police force ragged and Two-Face and Penguin's Gangs weren't