Chapter 15: The Search Begins
The Iceberg Lounge - Gotham City
11:47 PM
The bass thrummed through the floor of Oswald Cobblepot's establishment, mixing with the clink of expensive glasses and the murmur of conversations that would never be repeated in polite society. Batman moved through the shadows of the VIP section, where Gotham's criminal elite conducted business under the protection of diplomatic immunity and expensive lawyers.
Tonight, however, the usual atmosphere of confident corruption felt different. Subdued. Even the most hardened criminals were glancing over their shoulders, speaking in hushed tones about Vincent Torrino's brutal end.
Batman settled into an alcove overlooking the main floor, his cape blending seamlessly with the darkness. Below, three men sat around a corner table, their body language screaming anxiety despite the alcohol they'd consumed.
"—telling you, whoever did Torrino knew things," one of them was saying. Mickey Torrino, Vincent's younger brother, had inherited what remained of the family's loan shark operation. "Knew about the insurance videos, knew about the offshore accounts. That's inside information."
"Inside from where?" asked the second man—Carlos Mendez, who ran numbers for the Bertinelli family. "Torrino didn't trust nobody with that kind of detail."
"Maybe someone was watching longer than we thought," suggested the third. Tony Marconi, mid-level enforcer for the Falcone organization. "Could be feds, could be rival families..."
Batman activated the directional microphone built into his cowl, focusing on their conversation while scanning the room for other intelligence opportunities.
"It ain't feds," Mickey said, downing his whiskey in one gulp. "Feds don't torture people for hours, don't carve up bodies like some kind of artist. This was personal."
"Personal how?" Mendez leaned forward, his voice dropping even lower.
"The way they arranged the bodies—like they were making a statement. And those bone things they left behind? That's some serial killer shit, man. Someone with serious mental problems."
Batman's eyes narrowed. The criminals were more frightened than he'd expected, which suggested the killer's message had been received loud and clear throughout Gotham's underworld.
"What if it's one of the capes?" Marconi asked, glancing nervously toward the shadows where Batman might be lurking. "What if the Bat finally decided to stop playing games?"
"Nah," Mickey shook his head. "Batman doesn't kill. Everyone knows that. This is someone else, someone who don't give a shit about rules."
"Maybe that's what we need to be worried about," Mendez said. "If it ain't Batman, if it ain't cops, then who's got the juice to take down Torrino's whole crew without leaving a trace?"
Before anyone could answer, the lights in the VIP section flickered once—Batman's signal that his presence had been detected. He melted back into the shadows, moving toward the club's service corridors.
The conversation had confirmed what he'd suspected: the killer was operating outside normal criminal or law enforcement channels. Someone with resources, skills, and most importantly, access to information that should have been highly classified.
Twenty minutes later, Batman emerged onto the Iceberg Lounge's roof, where he'd arranged to meet one of his most reliable informants. Edward Nashton—the reformed Riddler—stood near the building's edge, his green suit replaced by a modest windbreaker and slacks.
"Interesting evening for surveillance," Edward said without turning around. "Though I suspect you learned less than you hoped."
"What have you heard about the Torrino killings?" Batman asked directly.
Edward smiled, the expression visible in the reflection of the building's windows. "Ah, straight to business. I appreciate efficiency." He turned to face Batman, his demeanor serious despite the slight smile. "The word on the street is fear, Batman. Real fear, not the usual bravado these criminals use to mask their anxiety."
"Fear of what specifically?"
"Fear of the unknown. Vincent Torrino was a monster, but he was a predictable monster. He had patterns, weaknesses, people who could be bought or intimidated. This killer? No one knows their patterns, no one knows their limits, and most importantly, no one knows their target list."
Batman processed this information while studying Edward's body language. The former supervillain was genuinely unsettled, which meant the situation was more serious than even Batman had realized.
"Have you heard any speculation about identity?" Batman pressed.
"Theories, certainly. Some think it's a rival family making a power play. Others suspect federal agents operating off the books. But the smart money—and by smart money, I mean the criminals intelligent enough to survive in this business—they think it's someone completely outside the traditional power structures."
"Someone with access to police files, federal databases, personal information that should be protected."
"Exactly." Edward nodded approvingly. "Someone who understands both criminal psychology and law enforcement procedure. Someone who can anticipate how investigations will unfold and stay ahead of them."
Batman filed this insight away. The killer wasn't just intelligent—they were systematically outmaneuvering law enforcement through superior knowledge of police procedure.
"There's something else," Edward continued. "Something that might interest you specifically."
"Go on."
"The bone sculptures—they're not random. Each one represents a specific principle of justice that was violated in the victim's case. Torrino's broken scales represent the corruption of legal balance. The other cases I've researched show similar symbolism."
Batman's cowl concealed his surprise, but Edward's investigative skills remained sharp even in retirement. "You've been researching the other cases?"
"Portland, Cleveland, Detroit. All similar patterns, all involving criminals who escaped justice through corruption or legal technicalities. Our killer isn't just eliminating criminals—they're making philosophical statements about the failure of institutional justice."
This was exactly the kind of insight Batman needed. The killer wasn't operating from rage or personal vendetta—they were conducting a methodic campaign based on carefully considered principles.
"Any theories about their next target?" Batman asked.
Edward's expression darkened. "That's what worries me most. If they're working through cases of institutional failure, Gotham provides a target-rich environment. Corrupt judges, bought politicians, criminals with connections—our killer could stay busy for years."
"Unless they're stopped."
"The question is whether they should be stopped," Edward said quietly. "I'm not advocating vigilante justice, but these weren't random victims. Vincent Torrino destroyed dozens of families. The Portland targets were running child prostitution rings. Cleveland involved human trafficking."
Batman's jaw tightened. "The moment we start deciding who deserves to live or die, we become the very thing we're fighting against."
"I agree philosophically," Edward replied. "But I also understand the appeal of absolute justice when institutional justice fails completely."
"Edward," Batman said, turning back to his informant. "I need you to put out feelers throughout the criminal community. Anyone who's heard rumors about the next target, anyone who's noticed unusual surveillance, anyone who's been approached by someone asking suspicious questions."
"You think they're already selecting their next victim?"
"I think they're three steps ahead of us," Batman admitted grimly. "And unless we start anticipating their moves instead of reacting to them, more people are going to die."
Edward nodded, understanding the urgency. "I'll reach out to my contacts. But Batman? Be careful with this one. Whoever they are, they're not just killing criminals—they're reshaping the entire criminal landscape through fear. "
As Batman prepared to leave for Star City, Edward's words echoed in his mind. The killer wasn't just eliminating individual targets—they were conducting a campaign of psychological warfare against the entire criminal justice system.
The hunt was about to become much more complicated.
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