Bruce gave
Alfred an inconspicuous hint that his butler understood immediately. While he
was still talking to Dr. Mendez, his Butler came to him and smiled.
"Master
Wayne. I'm afraid I have to let you know that Tokyo is on the phone. It seems
important."
"Oh,
I'm sorry, ladies. If you'll excuse me for a moment, please. I seem to be
caught up with real life," he said friendly and left the party. He wanted
to follow up on this intel. He was also concerned about whether this Men had
received the card willingly. However, a short call was enough to find out that
she had really voluntarily given him the card as he had rescued her from a
larger group of crooks. At least this fear was unfounded.
When he
left the ballroom hardly anyone noticed him, only Dracula's watchful eyes could
notice his disappearance. With a friendly apology, Dracula detached himself
from the people and disappeared towards the balcony. He would destroy this
werewolf here and now without attracting attention. He was 90% sure that this
boaster was the werewolf he was looking for. The two spirits might become a
problem, depending on how powerful they were. But the fact that they wanted to
protect their son against Dracula themselves indicated very powerful spirits.
That must have meant that their son led his life so they both had to be proud
of him. Amazing with that lifestyle. The conversations with the guests had
revealed to him that Bruce Wayne was a conceited playboy who led a life in roar
and frenzy. Even if he cared about his father's company and donated a lot of
money to charity, he was what you would call a playboy. Many women's affairs,
no ties and no ideals. He was often on the road and wasted the money that other
people brought him through hard work. But tonight, the beloved son of Gotham
would not survive. As soon as he stood outside in the coolness of the night, he
left his mortal form behind him. Without a body he floated through the ballroom
and followed the passage that Bruce had taken. In this form he was not able to
carry out physical attacks and it was always a risk to leave his body so
defenceless. Here, however, there was no real danger, since no one knew who he
was. Even though he couldn't physically endanger Bruce, there were other ways
to kill a mortal. It wasn't long before he saw him.
Wayne was
physically an impressive man. Grown up, wide back and an athletic musculature.
You could clearly see that he was physically in very good shape, unfortunately
rather to please the women. It was obvious that he was mentally a fool. And
that's where Dracula would start. Thanks to his supernatural gifts, Dracula
stretched out the here and now and created an depressing atmosphere. Certainly
the darkness and the oppressive feeling of fear would break this young man in
no time at all. The two spirits might be able to protect him for a few minutes,
but the greater the fear in Bruce would become, the weaker they would be.
Amusedly grinning, Dracula stood in his ghostly form in the hallway and watched
over the two spirits. But to his astonishment they did not make any movement to
attack him. On the contrary. They seemed completely calm and relaxed, almost
amused. Dracula looked confusedly at Bruce Wayne, who only looked around
briefly but was not overpowered by his fear. The female spirit looked proudly
at Bruce and both spirits moved away from their son as a sign that they would
allow Dracula to be granted. Bruce Wayne stopped briefly and looked around. It
was obvious he was confused. He could clearly feel the oppressive feeling that
Dracula created in him. But something was just not right. Dracula could see
Bruce simply turning around and moving on. That was simply not possible. The
fear that Dracula had unleashed in him was great enough to make his heart
burst. But the fear had hardly lasted for a few seconds. Afterwards..... She
just disappeared. This man was impressive... or just incredibly stupid.
And the
spirits knew it. Arrogantly, they turned their backs on Dracula and followed
her son. Dracula didn't understand what was going on here. At least a little
reaction from Wayne would have been desirable. He focused his power and looked
at Bruce Wayne. His gaze pervaded the veil of life and so he intended to look
into the soul of Wayne. But there was nothing in there. All he could see was
absolute darkness. He'd never seen anything like it. And Dracula had already
seen a lot of things. It was like Bruce Wayne himself was a ghost. Like there's
no such thing as Bruce Wayne. As if he were just a mask, but it was impossible
for Dracula to see behind the darkness. While he was still fascinated by this
darkness, he was completely surprised by the attacking spirits. With a speed he
had not thought they could, the two of them had attacked him and revealed their
power within these ancient walls.
Dracula had
not felt such pain for centuries. Generations of Waynes had lived and died
here. And the two spirits were able to tap all that power. Dracula was in grave
danger. While his body itself was almost indestructible, there were dangers
that could be hazardous to his soul or what was left of it. The two spirits had
each rammed a hand into his ethereal body and tried to let the power of the
estate flow into him. Dracula felt like the irrepressible will to protect her
child tore his body slowly but surely into shreds. If he didn't get away from
the two of them as soon as possible, he would find the end of his life here
today. He had underestimated both the spirits and the mortal himself. Here at
the Waynes estate, he wouldn't be able to kill Bruce Wayne, he knew that now.
Even though he was in a lot of pain, he was still the king of the vampires. He
wouldn't let simple spirits defeat him. With an explosion of his power he swept
back the two spirits that were floating a few meters away from him. They no
longer seemed to be quite so sure of victory as they realized that Dracula
would not be an easy victim. But Dracula himself had seen enough. He slowly
floated backwards and entered the wall. After a few seconds he was back in his
body and twitched when he could feel the pain.
Fools
always said that if you die in a dream, the real body would also die. That was
a simple metaphor for a very complex reality. Because there were more realities
than the worldly. And the wounds caused by the two spirits in their astral form
were extremely horrible in the physical world. But he had managed to free
himself just in time. Even though he felt miserable, his real physical body was
extremely hard to absorb damage. Even if his self-healing wasn't as good as
that of a werewolf, it still overcome the human ability. On top of that, his
undead body was virtually incapable of feeling pain.
Nevertheless,
he flinched and then heard a female voice behind him who apologized. Turning
around, he saw an impressively beautiful blonde.
Forgive me,
sir. I didn't mean to scare her. I'm Vicky Vale and I'm a reporter. I'd like to
do an interview with them.
An
interview?
Well, yeah.
Where you come from and your story. I tried to google it. But nothing came out
of it. So I figured I'd talk to the mysterious character myself about whom
there's no info.
Dracula had
no idea what the woman was talking about. The word googlen didn't make sense to
him, but as in the world, she could have found out so quickly that the person
he was pretending to be didn't exist.
Pardon me,
Miss Vale. I've had a long journey. I'm a little tired. What did you mean by
google?
Seriously?
Don't they have Internet access in your country?
But of
course, of course, I've never had to deal with it, if I'm honest.
An even
bigger mystery. So by that I meant I was trying to look for you on the
internet. But I've only ever had any vampire stories to match.
Oh, really?
Dracula
could not resist the oppressive feeling that this century was even stranger
than he had suspected. He desperately needed a servant. As he looked at the
young woman, his eyes got a little bigger and deeper. A mystical shine lingered
over her.
Vicky was
fascinated by this man. As a child she had devoured almost every vampire story
and movies like Interview with a Vampire or Dracula had always fascinated her.
And this man could have played the lead role in any of the movies. Gallant, but
a little awkward in the modern world. And then there were those eyes. They were
so beautiful now. She was planning to ask him so much, but something stopped
her. She looked at these eyes due to the moonlight as two deep lakes glistened.
Lakes because they were unfathomable and invited them to sink into it. She could clearly hear a voice talking to her
and she sounded pleasant and calming. Like a warm breeze, this voice enveloped
her senses. But none of this was particularly important to her. As long as she
was allowed to look into her eyes she would answer all the questions the voice
asked her. And so she answered everything she was asked.
It took her
a little while to recover. She stood alone on the balcony and couldn't even
remember why she was out here. Slightly shivering, she went back into the
house, while on the horizon a huge bat flew with a new target.
Riddler.
Meanwhile,
Doctor Haki stood by his patient's bed. She was lying on the bed and was
arrested with strong straps on her arms and legs. Unfortunately, it was
necessary. At the moment she was under the influence of strong sedatives and
stared dazed at the blanket. He re-examined the wound on the shoulder. Only a
slight reddening indicated that there had been a wound at all. Dr. Haki had
seen some bad injuries in his last 10 years, but these were strange. Even for
Gotham.
Two weeks
ago, Cat-Woman had found her and her lover outside the back door of the
warehouse where the Joker and his troop had been killed. The two had been more
or less naked and had probably just tried to have some fun while they were
disturbed. The wounds had been life-threatening both with her and the thug from
Joker's gang. It was a miracle that the two of them had even survived. Whoever
attacked her was a true sadist. He had accused the two of the dogs or an animal
with a similar set of teeth. He had kept her in an artificial coma for almost a
week so that her body could regenerate. It was something else with that thug.
While she had a rather dainty figure, he was a prime example of a racket. His
body was healed faster and 3 hours ago he had escaped from the bed. Surely he
feared Joker's revenge for banging his girl. Dr. Haki hadn't had the chance to
tell him about Joker's fate.
Again he
looked down at Harley Quinn and saw the single tear running down her cheek. Of
course, he had already told her about it. She had taken it surprisingly calmly
at first sight before she had killed 2 of his helpers and scratched out a third
one's eyes. Even though Harley was a mentally insane maniac, you should never
underestimate her. Her bite wounds were exceptionally well healed thanks to the
quick treatment by him and his team. It was amazingly healed. He wondered once
again if Harley didn't have any special powers after all. It was known that the
Joker had been beaten more than 3 dozen times by Batman Hospital Maturity and
was quickly back on his feet every time. Maybe Harley was similarly tough. But
at the moment, he was less worried about her body. But their spiritual
condition. As crazy as it sounded. The woman in front of him was crazier than
before. She constantly wavered between self-destructive rage and complete
silence. Sometimes even the original Dr. Quinzel appeared before she met the
joker. However, she was a little calmer since yesterday. He'd put her
medications down today and see how it would end.
Unfortunately,
the Penguin and Two Face were sitting in his neck. And pretty much every other
big boss in town. They all wanted to know who killed the Joker and so far they
were the only surviving witnesses. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to get
anything out of them except that they remembered big teeth. Which was not
surprising. The brain usually reacted to such an extreme trauma that it simply
suppressed the painful memories.
But if he
didn't get an answer for the bosses soon, it could end badly for him. None of
the big players in this game were particularly patient. Of all of them, Black
Mask in particular seemed to be slowly getting braver again and after two weeks
he was the first to come out of the shadows. He had always had an open account
with the Joker and now he had the unique opportunity to reclaim old
territories. On a path unknown to him, Black Mask had experienced that Harley
had survived and was in his clinic. Actually, this was no cause for concern as
his clinic was neutral ground. However, the situation was not particularly
normal right now. This could well lead to a violation of neutrality by Black
Mask.
Still in
thought he looked at his clipboard and checked the current data for the last
time. He nodded contentedly when he saw Harley standing behind him in the
mirror. His eyes widened as he realized that she had freed herself. Before he
could react, she grabbed his head and giggled.
"Why
don't you look at me doctor?" she said with a sweet voice as she turned
his head 180 degrees and broke his neck. The doctor fidgeted for a few seconds
before she dropped him and looked at herself in the mirror and with a finger on
her lips she saw her reflection.
"Oh no
no no no! That's no way, doctor! Where did you leave my make-up case?"she
laughed and left the clinic. Even if Mr. J wasn't there anymore..... There was
a new target.
VENGENCE!