I don't think this tower malfunction is from storm damage. I need to set up a crime scene and find out what happened. I should start by identifying the victim. Victim's name is David Shannon, a Gotham Optics employee sent here to repair a faulty network tower. But what killed him? Scanning the DNA impact on the wall should provide an answer. Impact analysis indicates the victim was killed by some kind of explosion originating at that access panel. I should scan it for additional clues. It looks like the panel was rigged to detonate when swiped with a key card. Someone really didn't want this tower repaired, and it looks like that same someone left a set of fingerprints behind. Alfred, I'm uploading some prints for analysis. Let me know what comes back. Searching now, and here we are. They belong to one John F. Baker. He's a rather unremarkable criminal, small jobs mostly, and that's good. Curious what's... Curious, Mr. Baker's dead, sir. His body was recovered from The Diamond District just under an hour ago. Looks like someone's

tying up loose ends. I can bypass the booby-trapped access panel with my cryptographic sequencer, but I'll need the encryption codes from the victim's access card. Reviewing the crime scene will show me where it is. This card has the codes I need to hack any of the network tower's access panels. The police believe Penguin murdered Black Mask, but why would he send me here if he was the killer? It doesn't add up. This crime took place days ago. The fire and the exposure to the elements make identifying the victims difficult. The male victim is wearing a black mask, but I can't positively identify him as Roman Sionis without a DNA analysis, something I can't do in the field. I can identify the female victim based on her fingerprints: Tiffany Ambrose, Roman Sionis's girlfriend, or one of them at least. She was no angel, long list of priors, but nothing to indicate she was the target here. The fire spread as a result of a Molotov cocktail thrown into the room. It may have been intended to

destroy evidence. The shallow trajectory of the bullet suggests the shooter could be someone of Penguin's height, but the grooves on the floor suggest that the victim was killed by someone leaning back in a chair. This bullet was fired from a revolver, but ballistics analysis indicates a low angle of trajectory. The shooter could have been someone of Penguin's height, but the pattern and the gunpowder residue suggest the bullet was actually fired by someone lying on the ground. These fingerprints are a match for the penguin, but they're on top of the soot from the fire. The cops were right; Penguin was in the room, but these prints prove he was here after the murders were committed. If he didn't kill Black Mask, who dare did? The only thing I know for certain is that Tiffany's shooter was lying on the floor, but why? These white streaks are shoe polish. Whoever shot Tiffany was being dragged along the floor. Besides the victims, there were two other people in the room: Tiffany's shooter and whoever was dragging the shooter. The location from

which the male victim was shot may tell me more. The DNA here doesn't belong to either of the victims. Whose is it? The fight broke out when someone startled the shooter. It's not clear who won the fight. It could have been either one of them. I should review the evidence to see if I can learn anything more about either the Intruder or the shooter. Fabric analysis indicates the Intruder was wearing a white suit or sport jacket. This fabric Swatch could help identify the Intruder, but I still can't identify the male victim's shooter. There's one impact area I haven't checked for Clues. This DNA is from the female victim. The level of oxidation suggests it's been here for several days. If I review the evidence, I may be able to find out what she was doing when she was attacked. She was sending text messages to Roman cyanus about someone named The Joker. Someone killed black mask, but this crime took place several days ago, and I saw black mask earlier tonight. The only answers I have raise

more questions. Who is the Joker? Was he the killer here, or is he one of the assassins? I have a body, an unknown shooter, and an unknown assailant. Who attacked the shooter? I need to match the DNA samples against the records in the National Criminal Database to identify who is in the room. Sorry to intrude, sir, but I'm receiving reports about a disturbance nearby. I'm sending the coordinates to your map. You may wish to investigate. This has no either they [Music] surrendered. This is the Poli. If you fail to comply, the use of lethal force has been authorized. Going down. Need to look for survivors. I can't see crap. No survivors. Someone will pay for this. I need to set up a crime scene to find out who. The helicopter was spinning out of control. The pilot was killed on impact, not from the gunshot I heard. But what caused him to lose control? Maybe I can learn more back on the rooftop. I can analyze the first point of impact.

from here, the helicopter's tail rotor was severed when the fuselage hit the building. I should review the crime scene and find that tail rotor. The helicopter crashed when a high-powered round shattered the tail rotor. The ballistics analysis will lead me to the shooter's position. [Applause] [Music] This doesn't add up. This man's a member of SWAT, so why'd he fire on a police helicopter? This man didn't fire at the helicopter; he was aiming at me. The ballistics trace indicates this officer was killed by a ricochet from the same round that took down the chopper. There's only one person capable of a shot like this: Deadshot. The trajectory and is will lead me to Deadshot's firing position. Ski goggles. This must be where the shot originated. I should scan the area. Just as I suspected, the shell casing matches others in the criminal database, and they all link to Deadshot. But his trail ends here unless there are numbers on the bullet casing: 451.

326 looks like a radio frequency. Hello, Batman. I see you've encoded my message. Well done, but I'm afraid playtime's over. Come meet me at the bank, put a bullet in you, and collect my prize. Oh, and in case you're thinking of backing out, I've got a hostage and a very itchy [Applause] trigger. Any available homicide unit, please respond to 187 in the Bowery. Officers on scene report victim appears to have fallen from a nearby building. The police know the victim fell from a nearby building, but there's not much else in the file. His identity might shed some light on things. Brian Murphy, an account manager at the Gotham Merchants Bank. Cause of death: internal injuries sustained on impact. Now I know what happened. Time to find out how and why. This blood spatter indicates a high-velocity impact. I should check the roof. The railing here is broken. Was it an accident or was he pushed? Two sets of footprints means the victim wasn't alone, and the scattered paperwork suggests he had a

briefcase. I need to find that interesting. There are two sets of fingerprints here. One belongs to the victim, the other to Robert Haynes, a well-known con artist. Alfred, I need the last known location of Robert Haynes. I'll send over everything I've got in case it helps. No need, sir. I already have a search area. Check your display. You think I can make the IDs, but you sure it's going to work? I've got the account numbers and passwords. If we've got drivers' licenses and stuff with the guys, and as far as the bank's concerned, we're the guys. But what if they recognize one of us? I specifically chose clients from out of town. Most of them have never set foot inside the bank. All right, but if this goes P-shaped, it's on you. Relax, guy. I've been doing this a long time, and I never make mistakes. Thanks, that's really him. Pylon. [Music] What do you want? What happened to Brian Murphy? We had a deal. He gave me the account numbers. I faked being a client.

and cleared out the account. In exchange, he gets a cut. It's a card I run 100 times, but then he starts to get nervous, tries to back out. So you threw him off a roof. I couldn't risk a warning, the bank, or going to the cops. I had to protect my interests. And how'd that work out for you, Alfred? Contact the GCPD and let them know Brian Murphy's killer has been apprehended. Send over the evidence as well. Consider it done, sir. All units, if you are 101, please report in for potential assignments. Area has been secured and prepped. Requesting a detective on site ASAP. Copy 37 Delta 41 has been assigned. Sure, we should let the bus. Not before we out that work's still down. We could do it tomorrow, big. That's all right. He just made a fortune off a went down in Black Gate. Almost everyone, according to the police report, the victim died from a single gunshot wound to the chest. But who killed him and why? Examining the body should provide a

lead Owen Grant. He's an investigative journalist. Did an interview with him last year. Must have been chasing a big story to be out here now. There's a camera strap around his neck, but where's the rest of it? This trail indicates the victim tried to escape before succumbing to his [Music] wounds. Spatter analysis indicates the shot came from below. Grant must have dropped the camera when he was hit. Reviewing the reconstruction will help me find it, assuming the shooter didn't get there first. Alfred, that I'm sending you some data taken from a camera. See if you can ID the subject in the shots. Certainly, sir. Just give me a moment. Here we are. One Chucky Burks. I'm sending you his last known location. Got to help me. We need to get back there before the cops show up. If they find his camera, you crazy. That place is probably swarming with them already. You want my advice? Jump on the next bus out of Gotham. Get done here. Look, if they've showed up, fine. We walk. But if they

haven't if there's still time, and please, I'm begging you, and I'm telling you, forget it. You think they won't trace us back to you too, huh? Find out about our little counterfeiting scheme. What do you think that guy was doing down there, sightseeing? They're already on to us. How the hell that happen? You tell me. I'm not the one buying flashy cars and new suits, buying rounds for everybody at the bar. Hell, you've even got an entourage now. I don't know what you're talking about. Sure you don't. Either way, it looks like if I go down, you go down. Give me a minute. I need to think about this. You see what I'm seeing just fine. All right, all right, just let me go. What do you want, Justice? You killed a man. Why? He was going to expose our counterfeiting. I didn't have a choice. You always have a choice, Alfred. Let GCPD know that Chucky Burks has been apprehended for the murder of Owen Grant. Send them my

current location along with the case file details at once, sir. Dispatch 49, 49, go ahead. So, the fire's almost out, but it looks like we've got a body here. Cause of death currently unknown. Going to need a forensics team to take a look. Copy that. We'll get someone to you. Keep the site secured until they arrive. Fire damage is going to make evidence collection difficult. I should start by identifying the victim. Dental records indicate his name is Alex Cain. He's a small-time arms dealer that frequently works with the Penguin. Cause of death was a gunshot wound to the heart. The fire must have been set in an attempt to cover the killer's tracks. DNA evidence indicates the killer fired from close range. This suggests the two men knew each other. Maybe it was a deal that went bad. Interesting. The fire was actually started by the victim. Chemical residue points to an incendiary grenade. Guess an arms dealer always comes prepared. The spread pattern means the killer would have been trapped here, though, but

there's no second body. He must have found a way out. The killer made his way up the wall in an attempt to avoid being overcome. I should follow his route and see where it takes me. There's no way he could reach that ladder. I should review the crime scene to see how he made his escape. These prints belong to King Lou, one of Penguin's top hitmen. Chances are I'll find him at the docks. I wonder what C did to deserve this potential assignment incoming. Keep this channel open. You in or out? If Kane's dead like you say, why ain't we heard nothing about it? Oh, don't worry, you will. Yeah, why was you there when he dropped? I'm the one that did it. What? Don't give me that look. Guy was getting lazy and you know it. It's bad for business but good for us. Someone's going to have to take his place. I don't know. I need to think about it. Don't take too long. I got a line of guys that would kill for this.

gig this freak don't stand a chance. Oh, what are we going to do now? It gets interrupted my cont. What do you want? Answers. Did Penguin order you to kill Alex Kane? I don't think so. If anything, Kot's going to have me killed for doing it. Then why? I was sick of playing heavy. I figured if Caine, you know, disappeared, I might be able to move up in the world. You're not moving anywhere now, Alfred. Let the GCPD know where they can find Kane's killer. You can forward them all the evidence too. It's already done, sir. Dispatch, this is Officer Meer. We got a hit and run just outside the precinct. Looks like it might be one of our own. Your request has been logged. All available homicide units are out on call. First one back is [Music] yours. A hit and run just outside GCPD. This was no accident. Victim is Nate Ramo, a member of the SWAT division. His whole team is currently under investigation by Internal Affairs. I wonder what he was.

doing here looks like he was thrown a considerable distance by the vehicle. I can use the spatter distribution to determine the point of initial impact. This is where Ramo was killed. DNA evidence indicates the car was traveling at a high rate of speed, but the angle of spatter shows the driver lost control and the car was weaving. I should review the crime scene to see if anything else was head. [Music] Chemical analysis indicates a specific brand of paint that narrows down the make and model of the car, and cross-referencing these specs with a list of his team members returns a single name: John DeMarco. Time to pay him a [Music] visit. We're good, fellas. He never made it inside. We're good. You talk them out in front of the freaking GCPD. They're going to be all over this, and then they're going to be all over us. Relax. With Rho out of the picture, they got nothing. This time next week, we'll all be back at work. What if he's got tapes or something? Some

kind of written confession. This is bad. I searched this place after I took him out. It was clean. He could have stashed off somewhere, and if he did, it's not like you can tell anyone where it is. We just got to keep our heads down and our mouths shut. I hope you're right. I know I'm right. It's the Vigilante. Guess you didn't see my badge. Why did you do it, DeMarco? Why did you kill Ramo? I didn't have enough to make the charges stick, but the kid got scared, made a deal, and decided to talk. Traitor. You'd have been out of jail in a few years on the drug charges, but now murder means life. We'll see about that. With all the evidence I've collected, it won't take long for the jury to convict. Funny thing about evidence, it has a tendency to disappear. Not on my watch, Alfred. Let GCPD know that Ramos's murderer has been captured. I'm also sending you a taped confession. We'll

bring down the rest of the team with him. Cien, this is not a test. An emergency curf has dispatch. Do you copy? Go ahead. Got a body down here, mid-30s, no ID, no witnesses. Injuries are consistent with repeated blunt force trauma. Requesting a homicide team on site. Copy back. We'll send you our first [Music] available [Music]. The police claim they have no leads, but there has to be something here. What didn't they see? These bruising patterns are inconsistent with the police report of multiple strikes. The victim suffered one massive blow that shattered multiple bones. These spatter patterns confirm this man was killed by a single large object traveling at high velocity. Reconstructing the event should reveal the murder weapon. The prince belonged to Andrew Carter. He has a pretty lengthy record, but nothing that indicates this level of violence. Notes indicate he's been suffering paranoid delusions. Guess he finally lost control. Alfred, I need a last known location for a per named Andrew Carter. According to the GCPD database, he was released from

Blackgate just over a month ago. I'm sending you what I have. Oh, hold on, there's a notation here indicating he stopped attending court-mandated therapy sessions recently and is believed to be quite unstable. Do be careful. I always am. Done good. Sure what he... everything with... be a risk. Have I proven my loyalty? Then it is a beginning. Few are those we have brought into the fold. You understand we must be careful. Only tell me what you wish and it will be done. For now, we wait. Bane will send Ward when he needs us. The B... we must help. At least we beat you a... away. Not B. Finally a fight on your KN. No mercy to stand against us. Time to honor our master. [Music] Ah, the Shadow from his dreams, the one who must be broken. I was told you might come. You killed a man tonight. Why? He saw he would speak. We could not allow it. What did he see? What's Bane planning? I will say no more. Then we're done talking, Alfred. Let the GCPD know that

Andrew Carter's been apprehended in connection with the Amusement Mile murder. They can pick him up at my location. Well done, sir. That's one less Troublemaker to worry about. A mandatory in dispatch. This is Officer Franklin. Go ahead and let homicide know that the park crime scene has been secured. Oh, and tell him to bring a second meat wagon. We got two DBs down. [Applause] [Music] Here [Music] two victims, both shot dead. I know [Music] them. This is Horus Riley, heir to the Riley mining Empire. Odd, he still has his wallet and watch. Clarissa Rodriguez. Riley proposed to her just weeks ago. Socialite and activist. Even though it's worth a Fortune, her necklace wasn't taken. This wasn't a robbery. The Reconstruction indicates Horus's lung was punctured. He drowned in his own blood. Clarissa took a single shot to the heart. Death was instantaneous. Both shots were from an AO automatic. Finding the casings will let

me identify the Killer. Looks like he tried to clean up after himself, but one of the casings fell through this grate. I can check it for prints. Those prints, I know who did this. Alfred, I need a location on Ian Chase. Isn't that the fellow from your Halloween party? As I recall, you had to throw him out. Is he troubling Miss Rodriguez again? She's dead. Horace too. Oh dear, I suppose we should have seen this coming. The location Alfred sent, sir, and my condone Es as well. Leave town, man. They're going to know it was you. Hey, they can know it, but they can't prove it, and that's what matters. What makes you so sure? I've been planning this for a while. Cover every angle. I don't know. The cops have all kinds of tools, real sci-fi stuff, laser beams and powders, and sometimes even psychics. Don't you watch TV? Life isn't like it is on TV. You don't get to live happily ever after with the woman you

love instead. She leaves you for your best friend. Sorry, man. You didn't mean to bring it all back. It's fine. It's fine. Just give me a minute. Am I seeing things? Those guys are fighting in the back. It's better than that now. He, that's the ble. I don't want trouble. What do you think you're doing? Do you know who I am? I know exactly who you are. You didn't do it for money. You didn't even do it for love. You're choking me. I can't breathe. Not out of jealousy. Not out of anger. You did it because you're a small, selfish, malicious sir. Is everything all right? Your vital signs are rather erratic. What? What the hell's wrong with you, Alfred? Let the GCPD know that Ian Chase has been apprehended. I'm also sending you the evidence I collected. Certainly, sir. And might I recommend you be on your way? No need to spend any more time then. Hello, Batman. Do you copy, Gordon? Sorry to, uh, interrupt. Barbara gave me this.

frequency. I uh, well I thought you might be able to help me with something. Is there a problem? That depends if we can contain this in time. It should be okay. Contain what? We've got some black aate escapees stirring up trouble in the city. And after tonight's events, I'm a little short-staffed at the moment. So you want me to bring them in? Well, that's what you do, right? I'll see what I can do.

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