If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 33 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 33 -Batman Fanfic
Diana watched closely as J’onn brought in a body: a young woman, probably not even over 25, dead of Cyanide poisoning. He brought her to the lab and sent Mister Terrific to watch the Tower and dispatch.
J’onn set the body down on a medical table to look at her. It wasn’t for an autopsy, it was easy enough to tell that the death was purposeful. Granted, an autopsy would happen if he could help it, but not then. for the moment he was there to identify.
“I thought we already knew it was one of the Al Ghul’s people?” Diana suggested, stepping in. J’onn knew she was there, he always seemed aware of peopl
If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 32 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 32 -Batman Fanfic
“Diana, are you alright?” J’onn asked immediately after bringing Diana back up to the Watchtower.
“Not… Not really, no.” Wonder Woman admitted with a shake of her head. “But I think Spirit was right. Gotham is safe for now. We need to worry about the rest of the world.”
“But crime in Gotham has been worse overall than everywhere except Hub City. At least in Hub City the crime happens without costumes or superpowers. Gotham is in high-priority danger.”
“Yes, but Gotham has the most dedicated heroes in it right now. Question, the birds of Prey, Batman, the Robins… They
If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 31 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 31 -Batman Fanfic
Crane rode through the streets on his mechanical black steed, apart from the other ‘Cavalry four’ members. He honestly thought the gimmick was ridiculous, but he liked the horse. The uniform wasn’t quite to taste, but it generated its own sort of fear, the fear of higher powers. The fear that he might be able to do something that others couldn’t. With their job for the day done, he rode back to Isley’s hideout, ‘parking’ the horse on the footpath.
“They gave you an animatronic beast? And with your injured hip?” Ivy remarked after looking up from her research on plants.
“It’s
If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 30 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 30 -Batman Fanfic
“And why on earth would you come to me, Diana? I mean, I know we’re both in the League, but I haven’t exactly been the most attentive member, for various reasons.” Question punctuated his obvious dodge with a racking cough. Renee Montoya stood behind him. She was supposed to be practising the Breaking and Entering skills Q had been teaching her, but he could hardly blame her for wanting to stop and see the Princess of the Amazons talk to the mere mortals.
“Because I’ve been keeping an eye on Gotham. Honestly, who hasn’t been? Nobody would say it, but-”
“But you’re all worried about
If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 29 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 29 -Batman Fanfic
Clicking echoed through the room at a steady but rapid pace, pausing its usual rhythm only for occasional backspacing on a chunky typewriter. It jammed. Again. It did that a lot. He fixed it, ignoring the piles and piles of paper at his feet, one long strand of paper from an old printer that he could use in the modified typewriter. It kept things orderly.
Fugate poured a cup of tea from a kettle on the counter, then a second one, and brought them over. He sat on the couch, and without even looking up from his own cup, extended a hand to the typist, the Calculator.
“Print thanks.” Calculator muttered, not entirely aware of what h
If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 28 -Batman Fanfic by pentharis, literature
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If We Shadows Have Offended, Ch. 28 -Batman Fanfic
“Evening, Commish!” Nightwing chimed, showing up at Commissioner Gordon’s window. Reliably, the commissioner nearly dropped his coffee, but as it dropped, he snatched it again, then sat bolt-upright.
“Jesus, son!” He snapped, whirling around with his coffee in hand, somehow managing not to spill any more than the initial drop from his hands had done. As it was that was slightly more than half a cup gone. He picked up a kerchief to wipe the coffee off his hands. Gordon had long since stopped drinking boiling-hot coffee at work, it led to far too many bandages.
“I don’t know what you grumble about, Co