"Because some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
(Y/N) (L/N) watched his parents die when he was just a boy. Now, years later, he becomes...
"If you don't like what I offer, buy somewhere else. Assuming Batman left anyone to buy from."
The dogs suddenly started barking frantically.
"He's here," One of the Chechen's bodyguards said nervously.
A guard at the far end of the garage was suddenly taken into the shadows. A pair of bat-ears emerged from the darkness.
"Come on, son of a bitch," The Chechen began. "My dogs are hungry - pity there's only one of you."
Another guard went into the darkness, and a second pair of bat-ears emerged. Three more appeared after that, and the Chechen was taken aback. Even the dogs appeared a little nervous.
BANG!
A hole appeared in the side of one of the vans. One of the bat-shadows stepped forward, brandishing a shotgun.
"Loose the dogs!" The Chechen commanded. The guard who was handling them let go, and they ran, barking, into the darkness.
Scarecrow ducked behind his van, avoiding shotgun fire, before climbing into the driver's seat.
A shotgun was pressed into the back of his skull. Scarecrow whirled around and blasted the bat-shadow with fear gas, causing him to fall to the floor, screaming.
"Not the real thing," Scarecrow said.
"How do you know?" The Chechen asked.
"We're old friends."
A massive black shape rumbled over a row of cars, distracting the guards. The Batmobile - the real Batmobile.
"That's more like it," Scarecrow remarked.
Gunfire glanced off the Batmobile's armored shell, not hurting it in the slightest.
The Batmobile's cannons fired, causing a few cars to explode and frightening the guards. One of the bat-shadows raised his shotgun at a fleeing guard, but a black gauntlet gripped the barrel.
The barrel was bent upwards and the bat-shadow looked into the cowl of Batman.
The real Batman.
(Y/N) looked and saw the Chechen's dogs attacking one of the other fakes, and grappled the fake's leg, dragging his unconscious body away from the dogs. He kicked the dog off of the fake, then grimaced as a second locked its jaws around his arm.
(Y/N) threw the dog to the ground but was too late to get out of the way of Scarecrow's van speeding away. It hit him full force, but the caped crusader was able to improvise and grabbed onto the side of the van, digging into the metal with his scallop blades.
Scarecrow swerved the van into a pillar, and (Y/N) was forced to leap off to avoid being hit.
He listened as the van drove down the ramp, then walked over to the edge of the center of the parking garage.
As Scarecrow's van drove, (Y/N) leapt off the ledge, landing on top of the van's windshield.
He rounded up the henchmen, Scarecrow, and the fake versions of himself, tying them up and leaving them for the cops.
He ripped off Scarecrow's mask, revealing the doctor smirking at him.
"We're trying to help you!" One of the phony Bat-men said.
"I don't need help!" (Y/N) said, though the voice modifier made it sound like he was yelling.
"Not my diagnosis!" Scarecrow said smugly.
(Y/N) kicked him then turned to the phony. "Don't let me find you out here again."
"You need us!" The phony said as (Y/N) walked over to the Batmobile. "There's only one of you - it's war out there!"
Ignoring him, (Y/N) stepped into the Batmobile.
"What's the difference between me and you?" The phony asked.
"I'm not wearing hockey pads!"
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A little later into the night, Gordon and Ramirez were investigating a bank robbery that had occurred a few hours before.
Ramirez handed Gordon an image of the perpetrator, then indicated the security cameras. "He can't resist showing his face."
Gordon looked at the blown-up image of the Joker's face. "Put this out, by morning we put a big top over central holding to sell tickets. What's he hiding under all that makeup?"
Batman suddenly stepped into the room.
"Give us a minute, please, people!" Ramirez ordered, then she and the forensic scientists stepped out of the room, leaving only Gordon and (Y/N).
Gordon handed (Y/N) the image of the Joker.
"Him again," (Y/N) said. "Who are the others?"
"Another bunch of small-timers."
(Y/N) pulled a small device from his belt and grabbed a wad of cash that had been left and scanned it. The device beeped. "Some of the marked bills I gave you."
"My detectives have been making drug buys with them for weeks. This bank was another drop for the Mob. That makes five banks - we've found the bulk of their dirty cash."
"Time to move in."
"What about this Joker guy?"
"One man, or the entire Mob? He can wait."
"We'll have to hit all of the banks simultaneously. SWAT teams, backup. When the new DA gets wind of this, he'll want in."
"Do you trust him?"
Gordon turned to bag the cash. "Be hard to keep him out. I hear he's as stubborn as you." He turned, to find (Y/N) had already left.
