The black haired man stared solemnly at the casket beneath him, tears of anguish running down his youthful face, "Can I have a moment alone with my brother, p-please?" He whimpered, rubbing his face.

The poor lighting of the GCPD morgue flickered, lighting the face of the tense man standing to him, fixing his crooked glasses, "Of course, we're very sorry for your loss." He stood a couple seconds more, his beard moving as he coughed at the tense silence in the air and his glasses still askew, before walking away briskly.

The tearful young man wept in sadness as he looked at his brother's cold corpse, he looked down at his Wayne Enterprise watch and tapped at it, looking determined. As he clicked the screen for the last time, the lights flickered before coming back on.

The sound of a small beep would've been barely noticeable if the blue eyes of the man hadn't been watchful. He looked up to see the red light on the camera watching him in the corner of the room, flicker off.

He huffed and leaned down over the coffin of his late brother and whispered, "Now listen here, zombie boy, I know you're not dead."

The corpse laid still on the metal table, it's pale skin still looking smooth, matching perfectly with the strands of white that contrasted on his hair.

After a couple seconds it's face twitched in an annoyed sneer and his purple, still, lips moved with life, "Yeah no shit, replacement."

The supposed 'corpse' sat up from his death bed, swung his legs to the side, jumped off and promptly fell to the ground. The standing man snickered at the other on the floor who looked up and glared at him, "What? Have your legs not come back to life yet, helmet head?"

The man scowled and struggled to get up, his knees quivering, "Or maybe I've contracted your terrible illness."

"Hah, and what would that be, hm?"

"Utter incompetence."

The blue eyes man scoffed and rolled his eyes, helping his brother on his feet, "Incompetence, really? You've been hanging out with the brat too much. His demoness seems to be rubbing off on you."

The un-dead man stood up and grumbled, his black hair shining with a white gleam. "Well I'm sorry that the demon brat is more entertaining than you, coffee breath, at least he doesn't fall asleep on my shoulder every time I try and help with a late-night mission."

The other scowled and his face tinted pink with embarrassment, "That was one time, ok?"

"One time too many, Timmy."

They staggered around the room towards the door. As Tim pushed it, it let out a long squeak making them grimace, they didn't want the commissioner to come out here and see ta dead man walking again.

They walked briskly down the hall and stopped just outside a room that was washed over with blue computer light. Tim peered in and saw a fat man asleep sitting by a giant computer with many wires around it.

It was the the GCPD's backup computer, meaning that every piece of information they ever had or still have was there. He moved his hand slowly towards the door knob and frowned when it wouldn't open, he looked down and saw a key card slot. 'Of course', he thought annoyed.

"Looking for this, short stack?" He turned and saw Jason holding an ID card in the air, a smug look on his face. "I snatched it from an unsuspecting guard just in case we needed it, I guess it was worth it."

He walked forward and pushed card in, slowly turning the door and opening it, making Tim grumble and Jason snicker.

With calculated steps, he crept into the room as if nothing but a ghost. He thanked Bruce for all those stealth missions now.

Tim felt Jason creep up not so far behind him, he approached the computer and began working. Tim slipped out a small USB from the pocket of his suit and plugged it into the mainframe, at once the screen started glitching. He smirked, "What was that about utter incompetence?" Jason rolled his eyes at the tease and tutted.

Tim clicked on the search bar once the glitch was over, signifiying that they had gotten into all of the police departments information without being detected. He typed in a name and instantly files on top of files of data came up, it made him stop for a second, his eyes narrowing.

It wasn't just the unexpectedly large amount of files and speculation on one person that confused him, it was the amount of times the words 'DO NOT ENGAGE' were written in large, red, font in front of all the digital folders.

He clicked curiously on a folder that said DO NOT ENGAGE and HIGHLY DANGEROUS and more importantly, MIA STATUSES. In it were dozens of papers on cops, wannabe vigilantes, and ordinary citizens that had gone missing shortly after making contact with this person. Half of them were soon found dead. The other half, never seen again.

Tim swallowed nervously as his eyes flickered across the screen, taking in all the details. He heard Jason behind him utter, "Fuck," under his breath. He shook his head and clicked select all and then download.

He turned to the figure behind him, "Do you have any idea why Bruce had wanted us to get all this?" He whispered to his partner. Jason narrowed his eyes angrily, "No, but we'll find out."

They both turned to the computer and watched the files download into the USB.

The name 'Johann Kasady' glitched ominously on the screen.

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I guess this update is pretty short compared to the last one but I really liked the ending

It took a while but I really like how this story is going.

I'm not going to make promises on when I'll update lol, I realized that my stories are good only when I write with inspiration, which for me is pretty rare.