Don't Stand a Chance [Batman]

[jason]

It seemed like an almost quiet night in the city of Gotham. The sirens of police cars were going off in the distance, and people in alley ways chatted and went silent with passersby. It seemed no one was up to any good in the streets of East Gotham at night. The many streets that one grew used to the sights as well as the sounds in this town.

A young teen kept to his own business, not minding the glares of others as he passed through back alley ways. He simple returned the glares to the people and continued on. He almost seemed to blend in with his surroundings. His short jet black hair messed up as if he had just gotten out of bed. The shirt he wore had tears and holes through out it. His jeans were baggy and there were tears in the front of it with holes at the knees, exposing his darkened knees, from the many times of getting down on the ground. His cloth were covered with grease stains and dirt. His sneakers well worn and the soles look they were about to fall off at any point.

One look at the kid and one could tell he had been on the streets for a while. But in the way he went about at night, it could be seen that he had grown up on theses streets learning the trick of the trade to getting by in life. If there was one thing he knew to do best it was stealing. After his parents' deaths, he had had no where to go. He was left on the streets with only the cloths on his back and his name, Jason Todd.

It had been a few years since his parents' deaths, but he had found away to survive on his own. Stay where he could and stealing what he needed to live off of or trade off for something better. Jason was known by the lesser crooks on the streets. He was tough enough to hold his own, but there were some people in East Gotham you didn't take a stand against if you knew what was good for ya.

This night was like any other night to Jason. The same old sounds and situations that plagued the city all his life. And he was just going about his regular routine of going out and trying to find away to make money. That night, he had a socket wrench in one hand and a few different headsets for it in one pocket. A wrench he had obviously stolen sometime ago and had been making good use of it since. Jason expected this night to go how it went as usually, him making off with a few tires to sell and some poor sap left with a ride with no wheels. Jason smirked at the thought of how much he could get that night if he could just find the right vehicle to target.

Jason worked his way through the alley way, getting between fenced areas that others wouldn't be able to make it through, unless they climbed. The darkness was what he was used too. Working at night to get what he called the bigger jobs done. During the day it was more of taking wallets and taking food from food stands outside of store fronts. He knew his way like the back of his hand, avoiding the hang out areas of more higher level criminals that wouldn't be afraid shot and ask questions later.

After going about for sometime in the lesser traveled alleys away of the East, Jason's blue eyes lite up when he stopped something there he had never gotten to see before. There was a black vehicle. It was unlike any other he had seen before. Walking up to it, he could tell it was armored and built for speed and durability. A smirk came to his face, it had to be the batmobile. He had heard about this vehicle, but now he was standing not to far from it.

Jason tapped the wrench against his leg lightly as he glanced around. Taking a good look that no one was there. The thought had crossed his mind that he could be caught by the Batman himself at any time. But the thought was overridden at the thought of how much one of the batmobile tires could go for if he could just get one. That and the thought of leaving Batman with car trouble when he got back to find a tire missing. Heck, why not all four. He had been the one to leave his batmobile laying around. So, that was his problem and Jason's chance to gain from it.

After looking all around and seeing that no one else was about, he made his way toward the batmobile quietly, sneaking up towards it. Once right beside it, he looked over the work job on the vehicle. It was quite an impressive sight. He could only image how much the car could go for, but knew it was out of his league to try something that stupid. This was the Batman. He'd be lucky if he could get away with one tire. Which he fully intended on trying. Thinking he stood all the chance in the world at getting away with at least one. He knew how to get the job done. He was one of the best on the streets at pulling off these types of crimes for someone his age. And the thought of succeeding clouded his mind to the true facts of what could possible go wrong with his plan.

So, Jason got closer to the left front tire near the brick wall and got down on his knees, staying out of sight. He easily topped the hubcap off the wheel and set it down quietly, taking a look at what he would need to get started. He pulled out a larger head for the socket wrench and got to work. Quietly and quickly working to try and get the first few nuts off the tire. His attention now almost fully on getting the job done fast and quickly.

[royskopp]

It was getting early. Time to retire. Batman dodged the punch that was aimed for his face with a simple side step. The mook hadn't expected it and began to stumble. With one hand, Batman slammed the crook's face into the wall and watched as he fell like a sack of potatoes. He looked around to see if there were any other crooks he had missed but, as usual, he had gotten them all. He couldn't see the floor for all the unconscious bodies that were there, plus a couple that were groaning due to broken bone's and bruised egos. Walking over to a table that was in the far corner of the storage container. Upon the table was a rudimentary drugs lab that was being used to peddle out poison to school children and adults alike.

Taking a flare from his utility belt, Batman lit it up and threw it on the table. Everything went up in flames, but it changed nothing. There were plenty of other places for people to find their fix, and destroying just the one lab wouldn't fix everything. But it would send a message out to the dealers... a message of the inevitable that was heading their way. Walking out of the storage crate, Batman could hear the sirens of the police as they headed his way. Taking out his grapple gun, he fired at a nearby rooftop and flew out of the area as a police car turned in.

It didn't take long for him to reach the alleyway where he had stashed the car. He never placed it near where he was working, he always placed it at least half-a-mile away in case one of the crooks tried to find it. As he turned the corner to where his car was, Batman stopped as he looked in shock. Someone had taken the cars wheels...

"Unbelievable..." he said to himself.

And then he saw someone at the back of the car.

"You may as well come out, I know you are there and you won't get by me."

[jason]

Jason was pleased with his work. He was almost home free. He stayed low to the car. He had gotten all the tires off the batmobile and all that needed to be done was gather the tires and get out of there. Jason had been pretty quick with his actions, but didn't stop to think about the chances of being caught after the point he had gotten the second tire and the the third off.

It wasn't until he heard the deep grumble of a voice at the entrance of the alley way that his thoughts were blown on pulling off a successful crime that night and getting away. He stopped and cursed under his breathe at the realization at who it probably was that had caught him. Jason had heard plenty of stories about the Batman from other crooks on the street. How he came out of nowhere, how he wasn't human, or seemed like a ghost. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. Everyone was so afraid of the Batman. But not Jason. Where every other criminal seemed to fail at getting away from the Bat, Jason thought he had what it took to take on the Bat and make it out of there.

He wasn't some little rat that would run away as soon as he was caught. He'd put up a fight to get pass the Bat. Trying to run right pass him wouldn't work. He would have to think of something to get around him. The wrench was still clenched in his right fist. He was trapped in the end of the alley. The only way out was to get pass the Bat.

"I know who you are. You're that Batman everyone talks about so much," Jason said as he stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The summer's night air was humid and his work on the tires hadn't helped. There was no point in looking for any other escape.

There he stood along side the batmobile, face to face with the Batman. Not a hint of fear to his stance. A smirk played on his face on how he had almost gotten away with stealing the tires from the batmobile. He was still going to try and at least get away, maybe with one tire if he could. That would be enough to get him a bit of money to survive on for maybe a few days if he was lucky.

He glanced at the wrench in his one hand and then at a tire off to his left. He had to make a move and quick. A slight grin came to his face and he said, "You wanna bet?" And Jason made a quick move grabbing the tire laying closest to him and ran along side the batmobile toward the Batman. As soon as he got toward the front of it, he threw his wrench at the Batman, his aim almost spot on, hoping to deter him a bit and give him space to make a break for it. Though he seemed like he was trying to just run away, he would fight for what he had worked on that night to steal. As soon as the wrench was flying through the air, Jason tried to make a break for it with the one tire hanging over his left shoulder as he took his chance.

[royskopp]

As the boy smirked, Batman knew he was going to try something. The boy's muscles tensed as his hand gripped around the wrench. He was too far away to attempt to hit him with it so he was no doubt going to use it as a throwing weapon. And he was right.

Batman watched as the boy threw the wrench at him in hopes that it would distract him. His hopes were in vein for in one simple fluid motion, for Batman caught the wrench in his gloved hand before letting it drop uselessly to the ground. Then, with his other hand, he threw a light open palmed strike that was aimed at the boy's forehead. He couldn't use his normal strength as he was still only a child, and a full strike would crack the boy's skull and could cause internal bleeding.

[jason]

As he ran, Jason's full attention was on getting away and avoiding anything he could. He wasn't to far from getting near Batman and all it would take was dodging out of the way, so he thought. But turning to look, Jason lost concentration when he saw the Dark Knight had caught the wrench with easy, not even taking a step toward or away from it. Was this guy a robot or something? The thought crossed his mind at the Batman's actions.

With that, Jason lost focus on getting away at that second and didn't see the Batman's open palmed strike coming at him. By the time he turned his head to look straight on again, it was too late. His forehead met with the gloved hand of the Batman. It was enough force that Jason forward motion meeting the hit coming at him caused him to lose his footing and he landed flat on his back. His left shoulder landing awkwardly on the tire and he yelled out as he hit the ground, the wind knocked out of him. His grip on the tire lost as he shook off the hit and tried to figure what had just happened.

Jason knew what had happened. He had done something stupid and had lost his focus. He could have made it out of there. He could have easily dodged that attack. But he had lost his concentration. This guy moved like a ninja.

Jason was left looking up at the Batman who had brought him down. This annoyed him to no end. He wasn't about to let some guy, not even the Batman be able to take him down that easily. Jason glared at the Batman as he started to prop himself up. He gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Though Jason wasn't finished yet. As soon as he could, he shifted his weight onto his left arm, it stinging a bit from the awkward landing. And he swung his right leg out at the Batman. Trying to trip him from behind if he could. And Jason was so sure that when he did, he was going to made a break for it and grab the tire once again and make a run for it.

[royskopp]

The boy had hit the ground hard and had probably broken a bone in his arm or at the very least it had been badly strained. But though he was down, he still wanted to fight. The boy swung out his right leg in a sweeping motion, trying to trip up Batman and thus make his getaway. But the strike was clumsy and predictable, and Batman was able to stop him with ease.

Raising his foot slightly, it was easy to trap the boy's leg underfoot and then apply pressure on it as necessary. Pushing down on his leg, Batman looked at the boy with intense curiosity.

"Are you going to stop now?" he said, "Or do I have to get serious?"

[jason]

Jason was surprised at the Batman's actions. This guy could read him like a book. He yelled out in pain as the pressure was put on his right leg. He curled over to the right side to get his weight off his left arm. It couldn't take the strain any more, but he wasn't about to let the Bat know that.

This only angered Jason all the more. Who did this guy think he was? Jason was just trying to do what he knew best and get by. "No," Jason snarled at the man who had his leg pinned to the ground. Not really answering either question directly.

He was about to try and kick the Bat in the back of the knee, but he already had the upper hand and Jason wasn't willing to risk a broken leg if the Bat was capable of doing so with just putting pressure on his leg. Jason looked over to where the wrench had been dropped. He estimated the distance and knew he wouldn't be able to get it without the Batman doing something to cause more pain.

He was propped up on his right arm now, leaning off to the right side to prevent and further damage to his leg. He then shot a more menacing glare at the Batman again. He didn't want to admit defeat, but a broken leg and an injured shoulder wasn't worth the cost of a tire and leaving him unable to go try to steal something else of more value that night.

Looking away and at his trapped leg, he grumbled something about 'being trapped like a rat'. He pounded his right fist into the ground as he yelled out in anger, letting himself fall back onto his back, no longer supporting himself. This was getting pointless. Being stuck on the ground was getting him no where.

"Fine. Take your stupid tires," he said as he crossed his arms and glared up again at the Batman. He held back a wince at shifting his shoulder. "Now, let me go," he growled at him and kicked at the Batman's leg with his free leg. He looked at him through narrowed eyes. He was just as serous about this as what the Batman might be. If Jason had the wrench in hand, the Batman would be sorry.

Jason was more annoyed with the situation. But angered further by the fact that the Batman had turned everything against him and had caught him. Jason still was plotting another escape the moment he got the chance. He knew the streets like the back of his hand. And he knew how to fight, but the Batman was throwing something different at him in the way he fought.

[royskopp]

The Batman watched as the kid struggled like a worm on the end of a hook. He tried to squirm free but the more he moved, the more his leg would be hurt. Whilst all of this was happening, Batman took out a black mobile phone from the utility belt he wore and took a picture of the boy. Using the picture, the phone began to trawl the internet to search for the boy's identity and everything about him. It didn't take long for the results to come back. In a few seconds, Batman had the entire life of this young delinquent on the screen of his touch-screen phone.

"Your name is Jason Todd," Batman read out, his tone flat with no emotion, "Sixteen years of age, no fixed abode nor next of kin. Police records indicate you have been stealing to get by, though you have never been caught... only chased. It looks like the police are very anxious to speak you about that, as well as several other crimes they suspect you of."

Batman put his phone away and regarded the young delinquent. From the looks of things, this kid had a bad start in life and was only doing what many homeless people did in Gotham... anything to survive until the next day. As he thought about this, he saw Jason look over to the wrench that was on the floor.

"Don't even think about it," Batman warned him.

Jason looked at him, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

"Fine. Take your stupid tires," he said, "Now, let me go."

"You're going to put the tires back on my car aren't you?" Batman asked, "And you're not going to try and make an attempt to attack me when I let you go because if you do, I will make you very sorry."

Batman released his foot from Jason's leg.

"Now, put those tires back where you got them from..."

[jason]

Jason lay there looking up at the Batman. He didn't move an inch, not giving way in his aggression. If the Batman thought he could scare Jason, then he was wrong. He wasn't about to back down.

He let the Batman speak and listened. Jason stopped and didn't challenge him for once. So, what if the Batman knew how he was, Jason was just going to try and get away when this was all over. He wasn't going to be taken in by some freak in a costume.

At the question and threat the Batman made, Jason just glared at him. And then looked away, annoyed at his options. If Batman was going easy on him, he didn't really want to chance it taking him a step further. "Fine," he mumbled in annoyance. He agreed at the moment to not attack him if he was let go.

When the Batman released his leg, Jason sat up and rubbed where the Bat's foot had been. He would have tried something, but he didn't want to find out how sorry he would be if he did. He figured by now, the Batman would be able to catch him in one movement.

He then heard Batman demand him to put the tires back on the car. "Alright. Fine," Jason replied with irritation in his voice. He leaned onto his hands and got up. His shoulder still having some pain to it. It felt like he might have pulled the muscle a bit. But what did he care.

Walking over toward the car, he turned and grabbed the wrench that was laying in front of the Batman. He was half tempted to try and hit him and made a run for it. But then again, it might not be the smartest idea. He walked over to the tire he had tried to get away with and lifted it up, and carrying it on his right shoulder. He rolled his eyes as he walked away. The wrench clenched in his left hand as he walked toward the right front of the batmobile.

"Not my fault you left the car out," he mumbled under his breath in annoyance as he knelt down and placed the tire back on the rim. And then search for the nuts he had take off the tires to begin with. He found a few of them and got started on tightening the nuts back in place with the wrench.

"So what are you going to do with me after I'm through with these tires? Turn me in to the cops and leave me to be their problem," he said flatly as he continued to work on the car. That was what anyone else would do. They'd just throw him to the sharks and leave him. It was all he knew.

[royskopp]

Batman watched as Jason went over to the Batmobile to put the wheels back on. Not many people would have dared to do what Jason had done, and in truth Batman was impressed with the boy's determination. Most children his age would have starved to death on the streets, but it seemed as if Jason was determined to beat the odds and come out on top.

"So what are you going to do with me after I'm through with these tires? Turn me in to the cops and leave me to be their problem,"

Batman regarded Jason with a look of interest. Should he turn him over to the police? Batman remembered a time during his training where he too had been forced to steal. It would be easy to throw this boy to the wolves but, unlike the many crooks that Batman stopped, this boy didn't steal for profit... but to survive to see another day.

Batman reached inside his utility belt and took out a roll of cash. There was $100 in $10 bills, enough to keep Jason's belly full of food and a roof over his head for a few days.

"You finish the job you're doing," Batman replied, "and then we'll talk about where you're going next."

[jason]

Jason continued to work on the first tire. He was more focused on getting the job done and quickly. He didn't want to stick around here much longer. He didn't want to be taken to the police. Jason had survived all these years on his own and he wasn't about to let it all go to piece like that. Not being caught by the Batman.

Once finished the one front tire, he stood up and didn't glance over in the Bat's direction. He was surprised by the answer he had gotten. What was the Bat planning on doing to him? He would have expected him to confirm to him that he was surely going to end up in the police station that night after this.

Staying on the same side, Jason picked up the next tire and got to work. "Thanks, but no thanks," he said, shaking his head as he had noticed the Batman pull out a roll of cash. Jason had his pride. He wasn't some charity case. He could fend for himself. Kneeling down to continue on the next tire.

And as Batman had said that they would talk about it after he was finished, Jason gave a slight nod as he continued. It didn't take him long to get two more tires back on within five minutes or so. He continued to work quickly, until he was on the last left front tire. He had taken out the cinder blocks as he had went around so he wouldn't have to later.

As he tightened the last nut in place and put the hubcap back on the tire, he stood up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The wrench still in his right hand at his side. He had managed to work through the slight pain in his shoulder as he went back and removed the last cinder block that had been holding up the car. Putting the wrench down, he bared through the pain of his shoulder as he had to try and lift the car a bit. It was harder putting everything back on the car than it was getting it off. It took all his strength just to get less than an inch to be able to slight the block out with his foot. And as soon as he had, he dropped his hold on the car. It was more than he could take. But he had gotten the job done.

"There. Their all back on," Jason said. He grabbed his wrench again. He wasn't going to leave it behind. He'd need it for any other job. It had taken him a bit just to get this one. He could have taken the chance and tried to make a run for it, but he stood there, looking at the Batman. "Can I go now," he said impatiently. Though he had a feeling he Bat had more to say on just letting him go.

[royskopp]

Batman ignored Jason's refusal when he spotted the roll of cash. He wasn't surprised, the boy was headstrong and determined to make it on his own. He let the issue rest for the moment as Jason continued his work, replacing the tires and hubcaps. He watched as Jason worked through the pain, not stopping for one instant, determined to get the job done. The shoulder was more than likely sprained and most children his age would have stopped to complain. Not Jason, he kept on going as determined as ever. Not many children had that kind of strength at all.

After a few minutes the tires were back on and the car was good to go. Batman nodded in approval at the task. Not only was he determined, he was quick at the task as well. Jason looked at Batman, no doubt hoping he was going away.

"There. They're all back on, Can I go now?"

"Not with that wrench in your hand," Batman replied, "You can leave that with me."

Batman looked at the car and then back to the boy.

"It took you five minutes and thirty two seconds to put those wheels back on. For your information, my personal best is three minutes and ten. But you have a sprained shoulder so I would say that added on an extra minute or so. Plus you tried to take me on in a fight despite being outmatched. You have determination and you have spirit... it is a waste that you are on the streets here, scavenging for scraps. Now I also know that you have pride, and that is what is stopping you from accepting the money.

"But consider this. If it were any common crook who lived in this area, and they caught you stealing their tires from their car, you would be dead. Right here, on this alley, your body riddled with bullets. And don't say you would get away because you may be fast, but you are not as fast as a bullet... trust me on that."

Batman took the money again and made sure that Jason saw it this time. He made sure he saw how much was there in his hand. It was probably more than the kid had ever seen in his life.

"You got lucky this time around, because you ran into me. This money will pay for enough food and some time. I will make sure of it. So before you refuse, consider closely what I have just told you. Of course, I can't force you to take the money. If you want to leave then just say so and leave the wrench with me. You can go back to the streets and steal tires until that fateful day when you're caught and killed on the spot. It's only a matter of time. But I'm offering you a way out of this all."

Batman waited for the boy to make his decision, hoping he would make the right one.

[jason]

Jason's grip tightened on the wrench when Batman said he wasn't leaving with it. He listened to the Batman for a minute. He was talking to him like he actually mattered. That his life was worth more than what it had become. Jason let him got on, thinking about what the Batman was saying.

Jason frowned at the thought of what Batman was saying could happen to him. Jason knew this fully well. It was the risk he took growing up on the streets and it was his way of life. And it had always been a dangerous one. The Bat had a point, Jason wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was letting it sink in a bit. Jason's mind wanted to snap back in protest, but the Bat was right. Jason didn't stand a chance against getting away from a gun.

He thought about his folks. And how his old man had been killed the exact same way, getting involved in crime. His old man had betrayed their family. And Jason didn't want to end up like him. But the guy was his father after all. Though Jason knew better and knew there was more than the low lives in Gotham with he was heading down the road to becoming one of them.

When Batman got the money out again, Jason eyed it for a moment. There had to be at least a hundred dollars he was holding there. Jason hadn't seen that much money since the time years ago his dad had come back after some robbery.

The last words of the Batman stuck Jason. He was offering him a way out of all this? The Batman was actually willing to help him. Jason gave a bit of a puzzled look for a moment, thinking over the words he had said to him. The thought of just running off slowly slipping his mind as he considered this chance. A chance to maybe get out of where he was stuck now.

Standing there in front of the Batman, he was no longer glaring at him. Jason gave a sigh and let the wrench drop out of his hands and it clatter as it hit the ground. "Alright, I'll take the money," he said giving into the Batman's reason over the situation.

"Trust me, if it weren't for my shoulder I could have gotten the job done faster and beat your time," he said, cracking a little bit. He was letting the tension between them slide. "I can handle myself out on these streets, but...what is this about you offering me a way out of all this?" Jason wanted to see just what the Bat had in mind. Sure a bit of money would go a long way for a time for Jason, but he had a feeling there was more to it than just that thought.

[royskopp]

As Jason accepted the offer of money, Batman allowed himself to smile... a rare thing. He held out the money for Jason to accept, watching as the wrench fell from his hand and hit the ground. Jason even cracked a joke about how he could beat Batman's time at changing the car-tires, Batman grinned when Jason threw down the challenge.

"Maybe one day, you'll get that chance," Batman replied, "But for now, it's getting late for me. Use the money to find a place to sleep and some food to eat. I know you want all the answers now and I will give them to you tomorrow. Don't worry about finding me... I will find you."

And with that, The Batman scooped up the wrench and walked towards the car. After the door slid shut, the car roared into life before Batman drove off. Whilst he was driving, he thought about Jason. The determination and spirit he had were remarkable. But he also had his temper which would get him killed if he didn't sort it out. But if he were to be trained... he could channel his strength for good.

Batman's thought went back to his ex-sidekick Dick Grayson. Batman had also trained Dick and watched as the young acrobat became Robin, the boy wonder. But Dick grew tired of being in Batman's shadow, and the way things worked. So he left and became his own man. Could Jason maybe replace Dick as his sidekick? Batman would think on this tomorrow... for now, he wanted nothing more than to rest.

[jason]

Jason accepted the money this time that was offered to him. He then put it in his pocket for safe keeping. He was going to have to be careful getting back to the apartment room that was within a condemned building. There were few places in Gotham like this at which the homeless took advantage of to have a place to stay. And Jason was one of them. That had been were he has been hiding for all these years since he had lived alone on the streets. But he wasn't about to stay anything about it. The money would provide him the chance to get some real food for once.

"Alright," he said in response to Batman saying he would answer his questions later. "I guess I shouldn't doubt that," he said about Batman being able to find him. Jason stood out of the way as the Dark Knight headed for his car. He saw that he had grabbed the wrench as well.

As the Batmobile was revved up, Jason stood along the wall. Staying out of the way as the Batman pulled out of the alley way and drove off. Jason followed the same direction to leave the alley way. Not really having any plans for the rest of the night, seeing as he no longer had his wrench, Jason decided he'd hit one of the mini markets that stayed open late to get something to eat.

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After getting some food, Jason headed back to the old run down building. He had rushed to get away and off the streets before it got too risky to be out there. He knew all the streets too well to know when not to be out at certain times.

Jason got to the old building and climbed in through and old broken window toward the side of the building. No one had been watching. He made sure of that. He wasn't about to become a victim to anyone trying to rob him or anything. And if they did, they had another thing coming to them.

By the time he had made it back though, he had been on the other side of East Gotham and it was almost morning when he got back. He climb through the old building to about the third floor were he had set up camp, where he stayed when he wasn't on the streets looking for a way to get by.

The building was riddled with loose boards and wholes in the floor. Just one of the many building forgotten in Gotham. Jason's set up wasn't much, but it kept him out of the rain for the most part and warm in the winter months. The room he had set up in was hidden toward the back of the building and out of sight. There wasn't much he had besides a few other items he had taken and a few things he had found in dumpsters.

With the sun about to rise, Jason figured he'd just sleep the day away. He'd get up later to get any other food that he wanted from a store or somewhere down the road. But right now, he just needed to sleep. That encounter with the Batman had been a bit more draining than he had thought. His shoulder did still sting, but he'd get over it.

Jason kept the money in his pocket, still not risking anything while even in his little set up. He flopped down onto an old worn mattress he had gotten out of the trash a long while back. He lay face down, then turned his head to the side. He still wondered what the Batman had up his sleeve. There was more to find out. And he would just have to wait until the next run in.