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Batman: Eternal: Episode Eleven - A Mysterious Assassin

by Mockingchu

Mockingchu After Oswald is nearly murdered, Batman tries to deduce who the attacker is.
Batman landed in silence. He glanced at Batwing, who was hovering above him, and nodded. Batwing fired missiles at the large iron door in front of them, crumpling it. Batman then charged in, flinging Batarangs at the multiple gang members inside the abandoned warehouse. Penguin followed him, freezing any members Batman skipped over. Batwing zoomed in, and scanned the area for the cocaine supply they were searching for.
“Batwing, you missed it,” Penny-One said through Batwing’s headset.
“Come on, Luke,” Penguin groaned through the headset, “You’re better than this.”
“Penguin, codenames,” Batwing instructed, flying towards the pile of Ziploc bags full of cocaine. He held up his palms, and incinerated the bags with blasts of energy.
“Batwing, you need to build me a suit like that,” Batman said, uppercutting a crook.
“That’s my dad’s job,” Batwing chuckled, “I build these things for me.”
“But we both defend Gotham,” Batman said, sweeping another criminal off her feet, “So why can’t you make me one?”
“Actually, I’m leaving to go to Nairobi soon. And I’m taking this with me. Along with the new suit I’m building. I might need it if this one gets damaged.”
“Nairobi? Kenya?” Penguin asked.
“Yep,” Batwing nodded, turning around to blast a gang member.
“Why’s that?” Batman asked, finishing off one of the last thugs.
“With all that goes on in Nairobi… it needs Batwing,” Batwing said, touching down.
“Whatever you say,” Penguin shrugged, freezing the final man.
“Batwing, Gotham could use you too,” Batman said, dusting himself off.
“Could use me. Sure. But Nairobi needs me. You and Penguin can handle Gotham,” Batwing smiled.
“When do you leave?”

The next day, Bruce Wayne, Lucius Fox, and Oswald Cobblepot shook Luke Fox’s hand, and wished him good luck in Nairobi. He boarded a plane, and headed towards Africa. Oswald left, but Bruce just sat next to Lucius, who looked nervous.
“He’ll be fine, Lucius,” Bruce said, “His suit makes him nearly invincible. Even I couldn’t defeat him.”
“Really?” Lucius asked.
“Yes,” Bruce lied.
Lucius sighed, and put his head in his hands.
“Lucius, I promise. Your son will be just fine in Nairobi.”
“You’re right. But with Tam off with Tim Drake… It just seems like all my kids are growing up too fast. At least Tiffany is still around. Lord, I hope she never grows up.”
“All kids grow up one day, Lucius,” Bruce said, “But with your wonderful parenting, they’ll grow up to be wonderful adults.”
“Thank you, Bruce,” Lucius smiled. He stood up, and walked off. Bruce followed soon after. He drove back to Wayne Manor.
The rest of the day passed by in peace. Until night fell. Bruce suited up, and waited on top of Wayne Manor for Oswald. He never showed up. Batman became nervous, and descended into the Batcave. He drove over to Oswald’s house in the Batmobile. He knocked loudly on the door. No one answered. So he snuck in through a window. He searched the house for Oswald. Once he reached the kitchen, he saw a grisly image. Oswald was sprawled out on the floor, with a bullet in his gut.
“Oswald,” Batman gasped.
“Bruce…” Oswald croaked.
“You’re still alive,” Batman noted.
“Yes I am,” Oswald nodded.
“What happened?” Batman asked.
“More saving. Less asking.”
Batman nodded, and scooped Oswald up in his arms. Then he high-tailed it to Wayne Manor, where he had Alfred prepare the Batcave for an operation. On the way, Oswald began to slip into unconsciousness.

“He should be okay,” Alfred said, removing the surgical gloves from his hands, “It seems that he managed to freeze his abdomen with his cold gun soon after being shot, preventing further bleeding.”
“Smart,” Bruce smiled.
“As for the bullet, it’s of a kind that I’ve never once come across. Custom made.”
“Elaborate.”
“It’s such a strange design that it could only fit into a gun that was custom made as well,” Alfred said.
“Does this killer want us to find him?” Bruce asked.
“A trap?” Alfred suggested.
“Or this killer’s just lazy. Or a showman. Flashy.”
“Well, there’s three options. Now find out which one is the truth.”
“You know I will,” Bruce grinned.
Bruce turned to the Batcomputer, and ran a quick scan of the bullet. A bullet similar in build had been found in Italy. It had been lodged into the neck of Giuseppe Viel, the leader of the Unifiers, a gang originally committed to taking down the Italian government. But its focus had changed over the years, evolving into an everyday gang dealing with drugs and arms. So perhaps their assassin was a vigilante of sorts. Taking down leaders of mafias, or ex-leaders. Or maybe they were hired help.
No matter what, Bruce had to take them down. So Bruce researched the matter further. He looked into Dons of Italian mafias that had been killed. Sure enough, Benito Lanza, leader of the Crystal Bluebirds, had been shot with an unidentifiable bullet. It had been misshapen upon contact with his flesh. But Bruce recognized it as the same bullet Oswald had been shot with. Then he came across another victim, Fiore Novala, who had been riddled with the custom bullets, before having her head cut off. She had put up a fight. Her killer had gained a nickname given to them by the media. Deathstroke.
“Deathstroke,” Bruce muttered. The name seemed sinister. He searched the name. There was one link leading to an A.R.G.U.S. file. He tried to access it, but it was protected by a password.
“A.R.G.U.S.?” Alfred asked, walking over.
“I think they have something on our killer,” Bruce said.
“Any ideas on the password?” Alfred asked.
“None,” Bruce admitted, backtracking out of the A.R.G.U.S. file, back to the regular results. He went to another link that took him to a website called “assassinsamongus.com”. The tabs at the top were titled “President Assassins”, “Conspiracies”, and “Alien Assassins”. Bruce immediately closed out of the site.
After searching through many other articles, Bruce had learned nothing. Just that the killer called Deathstroke had murdered Fiore Novala.
“Well perhaps Oswald will have some information when he awakens,” Alfred said.
“Perhaps.”
“What will you do until he awakens?” Alfred asked.
“I’ll head into Gotham. I need to have a chat with Gordon. I have a feeling I might need his help dealing with this threat,” Bruce said.
“But he’s been trying to throw you in jail,” Alfred said.
“I’ll convince him to help me. Barbara’s death was my fault, but-”
“Your fault?” Alfred scoffed, “I’ll tell you whose fault it was. It was Joe Chill’s bloody fault. That goddamn bastard can’t seem to leave you the hell alone.”
“Calm down, Al,” Bruce said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Bruce, you can’t blame yourself for Barbara’s death. I didn’t think you did.”
“I’ve kept it down for long enough,” Bruce shrugged.
“Bruce Wayne. Joe Chill is the monster that took away your parents and Barbara. Not you. Am I understood?”
“Yes,” Bruce nodded, smiling. He hugged Alfred, then headed off to suit up.

Batman approached the rusted old piece of iron on top of the GCPD station. It was a large, short cylinder, with a huge lever along its side. Batman grabbed the lever, and yanked it down. The cylinder illuminated, and the Bat Signal shone in the night sky. Batman grinned upon seeing his symbol in the sky once more. He then waited. Moments later, a grizzled Jim Gordon burst through the doors near the Bat Signal.
Jim Gordon had a thick gray beard, and ragged gray hair. There were dark bags under his eyes, which were bloodshot. His cheeks were sullen, and his glasses had slipped to the edge of his drooped nose. He wore an unbuttoned brown over a white button down shirt that had faded stains running down the front. His slacks were too short, and his black shoes were both untied. He had a cigar hanging from between his lips.
“You’ve got some nerve coming here,” Jim growled, letting the cigar fall to the ground. He squashed the embers.
“Gordon, I need your help,” Batman said.
“You know who could’ve used your help? My daughter. Before she erupted into flames,” Jim said, with a concerning lack of emotion.
“Don’t think Barbara’s death wasn’t hard on me too,” Batman countered.
“Right. Because you raised her for God’s sake. Right? No. I raised her! And now my baby girl is dead! And it’s your fault!”
“I didn’t- I know,” Batman sighed, “I’ve been trying to convince myself. The people close to me have tried to tell me it wasn’t my fault too. But you and I know the truth. If I hadn’t brought Barbara into my crusade, she would be alive. And I… I’m so sorry Jim.”
Batman fell to his knees, and begin to cry. Then Jim let his pistol clatter to the floor, and he broke down as well. And there were the two iron-willed guardians of Gotham, sobbing on a rooftop.


TEASER FOR NEXT WEEK'S EPISODE:
“Alright, Batman. I’ll help you just this once. It’s what Barbara would’ve wanted,” Jim said, getting back on his feet.
“Thank you, Gordon.”
“So what is it you need?” Jim asked.
“There’s a skilled assassin on the loose. Deathstroke. He’s dropped three mafia Dons in Italy already. Now he’s gunning for my partner, Penguin.”

“Floyd?” Batman asked.
“Yup,” the man nodded, “Waller grouped me with these freaks when we got back.”

Batman whipped around to see a tall being in an armored suit. Most of the suit was black, but the shoulder pads and gloves were a dark orange. The mask was split down the middle, with black and orange sides. The orange side had an eyehole, but the black side had no opening. There were two swords strapped across each other on the back of suit, while two pistols were strapped to the suit’s side, and two assault rifles hung loose in the front. A strap of eight grenades ran across the chest. The legs of the suit were pitch black as well, and led into dark orange boots. Two long daggers were sheathed along the legs.
“Deathstroke,” Batman said.
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  1. Mechanist Gamma
    Mechanist Gamma
    I see what you're doing. We've got a Suicide Squad mission coming up soon, with Batman vs Deathstroke right in the middle. Can't wait!
    Nov 23, 2017
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  2. Mockingchu
    Mockingchu
    @Eeveechu151 Sure thing! It sure is nice to have someone who enjoys this series :D
    Nov 23, 2017
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  3. Mechanist Gamma
    Mechanist Gamma
    I've seen this series a few times and been interested, but never actually gotten into it yet... until now! If possible, do you think you might be able to link me in future installments of the series so I don't miss a chapter?
    Nov 23, 2017
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