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Neo Junk City, a festering ecosystem of crime and drug use, mainly in the form of ‘Poppers’, pills that can change the physical structure of the human body. The city was, for lack of a better word, untamed. Unlike its sister city- Macro City, capital of the Human Kingdom, and protected by Superman and the Justice Gang. But every city needs a hero, and it turns out, the ones this city has? They’re quite unorthodox.  

The Buster units are a complete line of artificial, robot police, made by Dr. Hydnellum and meant to work as Neo Junk City’s police force, serving under Commissioner James Gordon. Even with the Buster units, however, crime continued to skyrocket.  

So, to Buster 09? This sucked. Her job was to uphold the law, but it seemed that with every move, some other crime would pop up- a cycle, really. A really depressing cycle. Regardless, if Buster knew one thing, it’d be that she’d rather be scrapped than fail her objective. However, she’s been following one specific case for a while.  

“Just who, or what...” Buster thought to herself, sitting in her cruiser as she lost herself in thought. “...Is The Batman?” 

The case of The Batman was a perplexing one. A man, dressed up as a Bat- without any poppers, at least, to her knowledge, running around as a vigilante, always out of reach of confrontation, always out of sight. 

The Batman, however, helped lower crime rates in certain areas. He’s busted Popper rings before the police even had word about them, he’s stopped muggings, and he’s been the thorn in the side of many of the city’s crime lords. 

Buster simply pressed forward, it’s better to get things done instead of dwelling on a thought for too long. 

--- 

Everyone in Neo Junk City knew who Bruce Wayne was- Orphaned at 10, he spent most of his family’s fortune into helping better the city the best he can, having provided Dr. Hydnellum with almost half of her funding for the Buster project. 

But, Bruce Wayne hid a dark secret. You see, when he had turned 18, Bruce traveled the world to learn techniques from all the kingdoms in the world, training in Insektia, Sukochi, Winterdown, Kyuutopia, and much more. In those years, he trained his body to the best it could be, returning after 10 years to the Human kingdom, prepared to start his mission. 

Bruce Wayne is The Batman. The Dark Knight, if you will. Though, if you were to ask any generic criminal scum on the street, they’d simply call him, ‘Vengeance.’ 

Ever since the Batman showed up, Neo Junk City has seen the least amount of crime in the past 8 months, with most criminals being too scared to even leave their hideouts in fear of being trampled by the Bat.  

However, that didn’t stop... all of them. 

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“So what is this junk?” At the docks, a regular goon breaks open a crate of different, vialed liquids. 

“Careful with it, the boss says it’s important.” Another one walks over, grabbing the crate and loading it onto a truck. 

“Then, what is it? Don’t look like any kinda popper to me..” The First Goon leaned against the truck’s trailer, arms crossed. 

“How am I supposed to know, I’m just tryin to get paid.” The Second Goon returned to his work, turning back only to see that he was completely alone. “What the...” Turning back, he saw that the truck was full of the other goons, all tied up and beaten. “Hey, this isn’t funny!” He’d yell, turning around- only to be met with blinding, white eyes. “GAH!-” The goon shouted as he was kicked into the trailer, watching as the figure stepped inside, eyes illuminating the trailer slightly. 

“The drug. What is it.” The figure spoke, its voice dark and gravelly. 

“I-I dunno! I was told to load it!” The goon was lifted up by his collar. “Eep!” 

“THE DRUG. WHAT IS IT.” The figure spoke again, its eyes narrowing. 

“I don’t know!” The goon cried out, before being dropped on his back as the figure turned, grabbing a vile of the liquid before moving, a black cape masking it as it flew off. “..I gotta get the hell out of here...” The goon scrambled up and out of the truck, running off into the bushes and leaving the others there. 

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Standing on a nearby rooftop, Bruce held a vial of the drug in his hand. Lifting it up, he noticed its unnatural green hue. “Hm. Alfred, do you read me?” Tapping the side of his cowl, Bruce turned on his comms. 

“Right here, Master Bruce.” Alfred spoke over the comms. “Shall I prepare your after-brooding coffee?” 

“That’s not all, but I wouldn’t mind that.” Bruce tapped on his utility belt, hearing a horn nearby. “I need you to set up the Batcomputer for chem analysis.” Walking over to the source, Bruce uncloaked his main vehicle, the Batmobile. “I’ve found a new drug being trafficked around the city, and I need to find its formula.” 

“Certainly, Master Bruce.” And with that, Alfred hung up, with Bruce hopping into the Batmobile and driving off. 

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“Well, I’ll be damned.” 

Casing off the docks, Commissioner Gordon stood in front of the truck, watching as the goons were taken out of the truck one by one and arrested. “What happened to the drug?” Gordon turned to a Buster unit, specifically, Buster 09. 

“No clue. They said that their boss took the remaining vials and left, but they won’t say who their boss is.” Buster nudged at one of the goons, causing them to groan. “I heard talks of a man named Bane, but apart from that, nothing.” 

“Bane...” Gordon hummed, thinking about past cases. “Besides that, will any of them say where they got it from?” 

“Not quite. They said they got it overseas, but they won’t say anything” Buster shrugged, adjusting her hat. “Should we head back?” 

“...Unfortunately, Buster 09. I think we should.” Gordon tucked his hands in his pocket, before walking off to his cruiser, with Buster following suit. 

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Deep below Wayne Manor was a cave, turned into the Batman’s main base of operations- The Batcave. A large computer, charmingly named ‘The Batcomputer’ by Bruce himself, sat on the highest ledge, with bridges leading to other labs, training rooms, equipment and vehicles. 

Sitting at his desk, Bruce poured the vial into a small basin, before inserting it into the Batcomputer, allowing it to scan the chemicals in it. “Hm.” Bruce’s eyes narrowed as the Batcomputer found the closest match. “Steroids... Who would be trafficking steroids, especially into Neo Junk City?” Bruce rolled away from his desk, pulling off his cowl and cape as Alfred walked up to him. 

“Master Bruce, I implore that you get some rest now that you are home. You have an event with Princess Mayapple this morning.” Alfred handed Bruce a letter. 

“Hm. The Princess?” Bruce skimmed over the letter’s contents. 

“Indeed. She wishes to speak with you about bettering Neo Junk City to improve connections between it and Macro City.” Alfred nodded, adjusting his tie. 

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind speaking with the Princess.” Bruce gave a small smile, before placing the letter down. “I’ll be there tomorrow.” 

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“I’m so sorry for the sudden invite, Mr. Wayne, but I figured now would be a good time to start these talks.” Mayapple adjusted her dress, dusting it off as she sat down next to Bruce. 

“It’s truly no problem, Princess. I do ask, why me instead of the Mayor?” Bruce asked, causing Mayapple to let out a tiny chuckle. 

“A Princess never gives up her secrets!” Mayapple cleared her throat. “Now, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, but certain... events, caused me to delay this.” 

“Of course, the attack from Lex Luthor, correct?” Bruce asked, and Mayapple nodded. 

“Now, I’ve been meaning to speak mainly about the correctional facilities in Neo Junk City, especially Arkham Asylum.” Mayapple asked, folding her hands. “I’ve been told it hasn’t been in, necessarily, the best shape in a long while.” 

Bruce sighed. “Unfortunately. Luckily, I am trying to push for a renovation of the Asylum, to try and push for more ethical methods to help with those placed there.” Bruce adjusted his jacket. “It’s what my parents would want, most of all. They pushed for the betterment of the city, even back when it held it’s original name of ‘Gotham.’” Bruce said, placing his hands in his pockets. 

“How are you aiming to do that, Mr. Wayne?” 

“Well, it’s simple, Princess. I’m planning on completely renovating the building, fixing any damage from wear and tear over the many years it’s stood.” Bruce said, a smile on his face. “I’m also planning on finding both ethical AND lasting treatments.” 

“But of course, we have to point out the Asylum’s most... lethal villain.” Mayapple gulped, adjusting her dress again. 

“I know that fears about the Joker breaking out of Arkham are rampant, and it’s to be expected. But I promise both you, and the citizens of Macro and Neo Junk City, that the Joker is contained and unable to escape.” Bruce smiled. 

“Well, with that, I’m afraid we have to end the interview, but I am curious, Mr. Wayne. What is YOUR take on the vigilante, The Batman?” Mayapple asked, and Bruce chuckled. 

“I think he’s a protector, he’s here to help crackdown on crime in Neo Junk City, and I believe that...” Bruce looked out the window, a thoughtful expression. “He’s exactly what this city needs right now.”  

--- 

Bruce landed on a rooftop, pulling on his cowl as he stood tall against the night sky. “Alfred, any idea on where the drug could be heading next?” 

“Not yet, Sir, but I will keep you updated.” Alfred said. 

“Appreciated.” Bruce leaped off the building, spreading his cape out to glide across the neon lights of the Neo Junk City skyline. Taking out his grappling gun, he’d fire it at a nearby building, allowing him to zip up to a nearby gargoyle. “Anything?” 

“I’m noticing a signal similar to the makeup near the docks. Perhaps another shipment?” Alfred proposed. 

“...Or, this is for their boss. Summon the Batmobile.” Bruce leaped off the building, landing into the Batmobile and zooming off towards the docks. 

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“You think the Bat’s gonna get us?” A regular Goon brought up a crate into a truck. 

“Relax, Gary, ain’t no way he’s gonna find this.” The other goon said, smirking. 

“Do ya blame me for bein’ cautious, though?” Gary, the first goon, said, trembling as he went to grab another crate. 

“I don’t, but I doubt he’ll find us here!” The other goon grinned, carrying the crate with Gary. 

“Yeah, I guess-” As the other goon turned around, Gary was zipped up into the air. 

“Huh? Gary?” The Goon looked up, before being landed on by the Batman. “AUH-” 

“I’m here.” Bruce looked to the side, ducking into the shadows. 

“I’ve pinged the dock where the drug is being loaded. Be safe, Master Bruce.” Alfred spoke over the comms, with the location popping up on Bruce’s HUD in a matter of seconds. 

“I will, Alfred.” With a leap, Bruce grappled onto the roof of a warehouse, looking down at the boat and various goons lurking around. 

“So, let me get this straight, Billy gets his teeth kicked in by some dude in a bat suit, and the cops can’t even get ‘im?” One of the goons asked, crowbar in hand. 

“I guess, I mean, It’s clearly a joke, right? Ain’t no such thing as-” The goon stopped, spotting a figure behind his friend. “T-The Bat..” 

“Huh?” The other goon turned, only to get elbowed in the face by Batman, who then swept the first Goon’s legs.  

“Two down.” Bruce’s eyes darted to his left, spotting two more goons running off. Thinking fast, he threw a batarang at the first one, bouncing off of his head and nailing the forehead of the second.  

“Ay, what’s goin on ere?!” A Bigger goon stomped out, coming face to face with Batman. Thinking fast, Bruce grappled onto the goon’s back, bringing him down to the ground with a well-aimed knee kick, before backflipping off of the goon’s back. 

“Five.” Bruce grappled onto a boat, pulling himself on as he kicked the captain in the back of the head. “Six.” Whipping around, Bruce would fight off two goons at the same time, before bashing their heads together. “Eight.” 

Scanning the boat, his eyes would fall upon the crates, glowing green under the darkness of the ship. Cracking it open, his eyes widened slightly. Vials upon vials of the drug. “Alfred, I found it.” 

“Shall I prepare the Batmobile for you, sir?” Alfred asked, and Bruce hummed.  

“Call the NJCPD, they should check this out.” Bruce grappled off, watching from a rooftop as various cruisers showed up, eyes narrowed. 

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If you asked Buster 09 her favorite case, she’d probably give you a blank stare. But an unknown drug, AND a vigilante on the streets of Neo Junk City? Something’s not adding up. 

Usually, it would be as simple as going in, breaking down the ring, taking the drug in, and then arresting the head. But this? This is different, this isn’t as simple as the usual popper ring, this is something different. 

Scanning through her systems, she was able to figure out that the drug itself- the glowing green liquid they chased after- was named Venom, much like anabolic steroids in the fact that it’s used to enhance bodily strength, but with the drawback of being horribly addictive.  

What confuses Buster most, however, was the fact that Venom had been wiped off the planet when all of it was destroyed in the Ace Chemicals explosion. But if someone could bring it back, who is? 

As she barreled down the street in her cruiser, however, she heard a rumbling from behind as she was overtaken by a speeding vehicle in all black. “Woah!” Buster clenched the steering wheel as she turned on her sirens, beginning to chase the speeding car. 

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Bruce looked behind him in the Batmobile’s mirrors, spotting the red and blue lights of a cop cruiser behind him. “Damnit.” Engaging the nitro, he began to speed further down the street. “Alfred, I’ve got a Buster unit on my back. Can you change the GPS?” 

“I don’t believe so, Master Bruce. You’re going to have to figure this out.” Alfred hummed, causing Bruce to furrow his brow. 

“I’ll find my way.” Screeching the tires, Bruce took a sudden turn into an alleyway, cloaking the Batmobile as he launched out, grappling onto a roof. 

“Gh!” Buster grit her teeth, her legs extending as she grabbed onto a fire escape, climbing up onto the roof to give the vigilante chase. “Get back here!” Buster would continue her pursuit, watching as the vigilante zipped onto another roof, with Buster leaping over the gap and extending her arms to hold him in place. 

Bruce, thinking fast, grabbed Buster’s hands and threw her forwards, slamming her into the roof. Dropping his weight, Bruce raised his fists as Buster twirled up and aimed her gun at her.  

“Stay still!” Buster shouted, watching as Batman’s eyes narrowed, and made a mad dash for her. Bruce disarmed Buster but was hit in the back of the head by her, causing him to flap back and throw a smoke bomb, attempting to sneak around back and knock the officer down. 

However, before the fight could escalate, a giant spotlight shined on the two- a police helicopter, halting the brawl before it could continue. Buster looked in Batman’s direction, only to see that the vigilante had run off. “Where did he go...?” 

Bruce, meanwhile, ducked into a fire escape, watching as the helicopter left, the Buster unit chasing him going along with it. “A Buster Unit...” Bruce narrowed his eyes as he leaped down, his cape billowing out to slow his descent as he summoned the Batmobile. “Alfred, can you track that Buster unit?” Bruce asked, watching as the helicopter got further. 

“You’ll have to put a tracker on her, Master Bruce, but yes, I can.” Alfred answered, typing away at the Batcomputer as Bruce hung up. 

“Let’s hope this is worth it.” 

--- 

That next morning, Bruce buttoned his suit jacket up further as he walked into the brisk environment of Dr. Hydnellum’s lab. “Doctor, it’s good to see you again.” Bruce called, watching as the woman stood up, a good foot and a half taller than Bruce. 

“Bruce Wayne. We meet again.” Dr. Hydnellum approached Bruce, her mouth twitching up in a slight smile, before falling again. “What brings you here?” 

“I need information, about a Buster Unit.” Bruce asked, and watched as the Doctor’s eyes constricted. 

“And what for, Mr. Wayne?” Dr. Hydnellum tilted her head, an eyebrow raising as Bruce adjusted his tie. 

“You know that I’ve been... interested in how the Busters work, considering that I did help you with the project, I believe it’d be interesting to peek inside one of their heads.” Bruce explained, cleverly hiding his identity as Batman. 

“Hmm...” Dr. Hydnellum’s eyes narrowed, before softening. “I suppose so. Which model?” 

“Buster 09.” Bruce asked, watching as the Doctor ducked away, walking out a few seconds later with a manilla folder. 

“Scan it if you need.” Dr. Hydnellum said, watching as Bruce did so with his watch, taking the files back when they were handed back. 

“Thank you, Doctor. I’ll see you around?” Bruce asked, waving as he walked towards the door. 

“Yes, Mr. Wayne. I assume so.” 

The Doctor watched with a slight expression of contempt as the billionaire left. 

--- 

Sitting at the Batcomputer, Bruce uploaded the files he grabbed from Buster 09’s files into the systems, watching as multiple files, with titles such as ‘LEG HYDRAULICS’, or ‘SPEECH FUNCTIONS’ unzipped. 

“If I can get a good feeling for how the Busters work, I can try to attach a tracker to her next time something pops up.” Bruce thought, eyes scanning over the various files. “There.” He’d tap a pop up. “Her back, if I can get it there, she won’t be able to notice...” Bruce stood up from the desk, pulling the cowl over his head. “Let's go.” 

Bruce hopped into the Batmobile, tires screeching as he tore off, with one goal in mind- Find Buster 09. Flooring the gas, the Batmobile ripped down the streets, leaving a trail of smoke from the thrusters. 

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“Well, look what the cat dragged in...” 

Buster 31’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, her eyes narrowing as she focused on a large figure, a slight green glow illuminating his face. “Rise and shine, Buster unit.” 

“Who do you think you are, huh?!” Buster 31 snapped at the figure, who sighed and stood up. 

“I supposed introducing myself should have been first, but I digress. It’d be more ironic if the last thing you heard was my name.” The figure walked closer, its eyes hidden behind a set of red goggles. “Although, It’d be funnier if I were to slowly break every part of you.” The figure grabbed Buster 31’s wrist, crushing it in his grip. 

“ACK-” Buster 31 yelped, watching her hand practically crumble in the figure’s grip. 

“Oops.” The figure chuckled, before grabbing onto Buster 31’s legs, smashing her knees. 

“Gh..” Buster 31’s systems screamed at her, warning of imminent shut down. “Who.. A-A-ARE Yo-o-o-ou?” The figure let out another laugh, before grabbing onto the Buster’s head. 

“I am Bane.”  

CRUSH! 

“YOU! Clean that up.” Bane pointed at a nearby goon, who hastily dragged the dead Buster off to the side. “Send her memory files, whatever’s left, to the Neo Junk City police, they’ll surely find it.. Amusing.” Bane turned to a nearby crate, cracking it open to reveal large amounts of green vials. Bane grabbed one, opening it and injecting the liquid into his wrist gauntlets. 

“Now... time for Part Two...” Bane walked off into the shadows, the venom tubes embedded in his body glowing green. 

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The Iceberg Lounge was a club in a seedier part of Neo Junk City, standing taller than most buildings in that area, and lit up by blue neon signs. Inside, Bruce Wayne sat with Oswald Cobblepot, owner of the Iceberg Lounge, and secretly doing dealings as the Penguin- a crime boss in the seedy Neo Junk City underbelly. “So, Mr. Cobblepot..” Bruce started, before being interrupted. 

“Please, please, Call me Oz.” Oswald grinned, his teeth crooked and yellowed. “You said you was here for business, eh?” 

Bruce coughed as he watched two Buster units sit next to Oswald. “I see that you, uhm, have some Buster units of yourself?” 

“Oh yeah! I spent a pretty penny on these girls, and they ain’t cheap- But I’m sure, someone like you has some to his name, huh?” Oswald let out a guffaw, sending off the Buster units. “I call em The Kabuki Twins, since they both look similar!” 

“Right. Anyway, Oz, I wanted to talk to you about an investment.” Bruce said, watching as Oswald’s eyes narrowed, his monocle reflecting a bright purple light. 

“Investment?” 

“I want to purchase the Iceberg Lounge.” Bruce clasped his hands, eyes narrowing in an attempt to intimidate Oswald. 

“What, you think you know better than me? This is MY club!” Oswald squawked, gritting his teeth. “I ain’t lettin YOU-” Oswald was tapped on his shoulder, spinning around to face one of his goons. “WHAT?!” 

“Your, uhm, shipment is here..” The goon held a clipboard. 

“Ah yes. My shipment. Now, Mr. Wayne, may we-” Oswald turned back around, eyes widening as he noticed the lack of a billionaire playboy. “Where did he.. Doesn’t matter. Come on.” 

Stepping into the loading bay, Oswald tapped the trailer of the incoming truck with his umbrella, before whacking it and busting open the lock, revealing tons of tiny, Penguin shaped bombs. “There we go... That’s all of em?!” Oswald shouted. 

“That’s all!” The driver gave a nod. 

“Perfect. Now...” Oswald pointed his umbrella at the driver, before a gun barrel emerged. “LEAVE!” Oswald fired a warning shot, causing the driver to drop the trailer and drive off. “Eheheh.. Now then!” Oswald shut the trailer door, calling over the Kabuki Twins to stand guard. “I’ll be back to deal with this later.” 

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“Yikes..” Commissioner Gordon sifted through the remains of Buster 31, keeping the carcass under a sheet. “Buster 09, any idea on when she died?” 

“Would be a couple hours ago, sir.” Buster grimaced as she looked at the sheet covered corpse. “I haven’t seen a Buster unit THIS unsalvageable.” 

“The Doctor’s not gonna be too pleased when she finds out...” Gordon rolled the cart with the dead Buster unit out of the way. “I’ll get a report done. Any progress on your other case?” Gordon raised an eyebrow, and Buster 09 perked up. 

“Yes sir! I’ve managed to track down the most popular spots of the Batman on this heatmap-” Buster was shut down by Gordon. 

“No, no, the Penguin case!” 

“...Right, the Penguin case.”  Buster switched her map to a scale of a local club, The Iceberg Lounge. “I’ve tracked the Penguin’s activity down to his nightclub, The Iceberg Lounge. Supposedly, he’s trafficking some kind of technology, bombs maybe?” 

“If I know Cobblepot, he’s definitely got some kind of bomb in his system. Be wary, Buster 09. I’ll send out a swat unit and a few other busters to help you. When he gets another shipment, you’ll get my signal, and you’ll be on your way.” 

“Yes sir.” Buster turned on her heel and left. Gordon watched her leave, eyebrow raised. 

“Who let you on the Batman case...” Grumbling, Gordon turned back to the corpse. 

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Standing on a nearby rooftop, Bruce’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the trucks driving in and out of the Iceberg Lounge. Cape billowing around him, he leaped down onto one of the nearby trailers, ducking down as it drove into the loading bay. “Oi.. What's up there?” One of the goons called out, before being kicked in the face.  

Landing down, Bruce set off a smoke bomb as he cut the power to the loading bay. “Who cut the- AAAH!” Another goon was tackled to the ground and knocked out, followed by a nearby goon.  

“Three down.. Time to find out what Penguin’s been hauling.” Bruce sliced open a truck door, watching as a bunch of Penguin bombs spilled out. “Penguins?” Bruce spun around as he heard a door open, spotting a short, pudgy figure- The Penguin. 

“What!? Batman!” Penguin pointed at the vigilante, who’s white eyes narrowed in the dark. “I thought you were fake!” 

“I am very real.” Bruce growled, before zipping up into the rafters, and launching at Penguin, who squawked in surprise and stumbled back.  

“Oh no, you don’t!” Penguin fired his umbrella cannon. “Get ‘im, Girls!” Yelling, Penguin summoned the Kabuki Twins to his side, dressed in tight fitting red bodysuits, with sharp claws. The twin busters shot towards Batman at high speeds, claws raised. 

Bruce blocked the claws with his gauntlets, aiming to disable the Buster units as Penguin slowly inched away. Elbowing one of them, Bruce ripped out one of the spikes from his gauntlets, jabbing it into the forehead of the twin, and watching her stumble backwards. Blocking the hit from the other twin, Bruce ripped the claws off, watching the twin lurch back and hit the ground. 

Hearing footsteps, Bruce turned and saw Penguin scurrying off. Bruce went to follow him, before hearing the garage door open. Thinking fast, Bruce zipped up to the rafters, hiding in the darkness as the police arrived, surrounding the crime scene- With Buster 09 at the center. 

Reaching into his utility belt, Bruce pulled out a tracker, before shooting it onto Buster’s head, watching as it hid in her hair. “Got her.” Sneaking out, Bruce climbed onto the roof of the loading bay, scanning for the Penguin. 

His eyes narrowed as he soloed in on Penguin’s location, before zipping towards it. Kicking in a vent, he burst into a vault, stomping on one of the armed goons and disarming the other one. “Batman!” Penguin squawked, trying to shoot at the vigilante, before being grabbed by the collar and lifted into the air.  

“Where’s the money, Penguin?” Batman interrogated, eyes narrowing. 

“I ain’t got NO CLUE what you’re talkin about!” Penguin spat, kicking his legs. 

“Where’s the money!” Batman slammed Penguin against the wall. Penguin squawked again as his tophat fell off. 

“I won’t talk!” Penguin grinned, before his face dropped as he watched Batman’s fist raise. “AHG-” Penguin cried as he was punched in the nose and dropped. 

“WHERE IS IT?!” Batman yelled, watching as Penguin nursed his broken nose. 

“Behind ya! Behind ya!” Penguin groaned, curling on the floor. Bruce yanked open the multiple drawers, revealing a multitude of money.  

“Hm.” Bruce hummed, zipping back up into the vent as the police burst the vault door open, watching as they arrested Penguin and his goons, and took the money into evidence. Checking his wrist, he watched as Buster’s tracker stayed activated. 

He’s got her.