This choice: Batman intends to infiltrate the meeting of the crime families • Go Back...Chapter #7Batman intends to infiltrate the meeting of the... by: Yote   The old butler arched an eyebrow as his master pulled forth from the rack of costumes a woman's leotard shimmering all over with black sequins., with a fluffy white rabbit's tail on the rear. In his left hand he held a pair of floppy felt rabbit ears, cuffs, collar, and stockings. He surveyed them with a keen eye in exactly the same way Alfred had seen him selecting his armour and gadgets before a fight.
"Tonight, the Penguin is hosting a meeting of all the major crime families of Gotham at the Iceberg Lounge. The Falcones and the Maronis, Black Mask and White Shark. Security will be tight, but the serving women will be able to walk unseen among them."
"I would hardly honour them with the term 'women', Master Wayne," Alfred said primly. "The Iceberg Lounge is little more than a glorified brothel." He stifled a chuckle as Batman held the glittering scrap of clothing against his muscular physique, apparently testing its fit. "Perhaps master Tim would better suited for this role. If you don't mind me saying, sir, he has the physique for that outfit, while you, clearly, do not."
"It's too dangerous for Tim. If his cover was blown, he'd be a lamb among wolves."
"As would you. Pray tell me how you intend to fool them that you're a woman."
Batman gave an enigmatic smile, and Alfred rolled his eyes as he reached for that infernal utility belt, plucking from one of the compartments a small item that would no doubt prove the old butler wrong. It was a syringe filled with a bright green liquid. "Perhaps you recall the disagreement I had with Bane some years back, Alfred. I was unable to defeat his chemically-enhanced strength, but with Fox's help I created this, an antidote to Bane's Venom that temporarily reversed his super strength, atrophying his muscles to a point where I could beat him." Alfred winced sympathetically as Bruce drove the syringe needle into his own arm and applied gentle pressure to the plunger. "If I can judge... the dosage correctly... it should mask... my strength...."
Before Alfred's eyes, Bruce was shrinking. His defined musculature was falling away, especially about his heavily-built upper body. All those long years in the gym undone in a matter of moments. His once massive arms were now slender things, and his clothing hung off a delicate frame. He just prayed that Bruce had got the dosage right - he had been weak before, as his muscles atrophied he barely seemed to have the strength to remain standing.
Batman slid the syringe from his arm, examining himself with satisfaction.
"I hope you know what you're doing, Master Wayne."
"I always do. The effects should last six hours, easily long enough for me to be in and out."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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