To tame a Demon (english)

Chapter 27: The tragic fox in feathers

The jets of the black Batjet roared loudly as Bruce scanned the city again and again for his fugitive Robins. It had been an hour since the Bat had lost sight of them, and Clark and Diana had also lost track of Dick.

Irritated, Batman grumbled to himself.

How could they have gotten away from them! It was akin to disgrace that they had so easily played the Justice League for fools. Even if Dick's car was a decided surprise factor in this incident, it was still unacceptable and exposed the League as a ridiculous joke.

Straining, the bat rubbed the root of its nose.

So slowly Bruce considered making a vow to himself that Damian would be the last Robin.

Once past the age of 13, they eventually began to question, rebel and test the limits. In short, puberty was exhausting, and especially so for well-trained teenagers.

And when you then had to take care of Gotham, as well as the Justice League, the nerves were severely strained.

While Bruce, with his 39 years, wasn't really an old man yet, he still felt like he was getting too old for this to be easy to take care of.

Not thinking any further about it, Bruce then unlocked radio channel 3 and asked:

"Superman, what's your status?"

"Still no sign of the three. I think they're long gone."

Irritated, the Bat grumbled to himself before replying:

"Alright, we'll look for some more clues and call it a day."

"Roger that."

Again, he groaned. The idea of not taking in any more Robins was becoming more appealing.

But....

Bruce couldn't suppress an amused smirk.

He had to admit that he couldn't deny being a little proud of his sons. Not only had Damian managed to destroy the entire Batcave system, but they had also slipped through the Justice League's fingers. Moreover, it was remarkable what kind of machine Dick had built. Bruce knew that Richard had always had a talent for building all kinds of gadgets that gave him a decisive advantage in missions. But even the billionaire hadn't expected something like this. Who could not be a little proud?

Suddenly, a new radio message came through and Batman opened the channel:

"Bruce? Are you there?"

Selina's voice sounded slightly occupied from one of the many speakers and he answered:

"Yes, did something happen?"

"I ran into a little problem here. Can you come over?"

"I'll be right there."

Less than five minutes later, the black plane landed in front of a burning industrial hall, where the local fire department was already in the process of bringing the huge amount of flames under control. He saw Selina standing by one of the smaller side halls and covered the remaining distance on foot before asking the cat:

"What's the problem?"

Selina didn't answer right away, but at first just pointed behind her to the small side hall where growling sounds were coming from, and Bruce noticed a beastly stench wafting around his nose. With slight disgust in her voice and the back of her hand pressed in front of her own olfactory organ, she then said:

"Joker went really crazy. See for yourself."

Somewhat taken aback, the bat yanked open the rusty sliding door of the old hall and immediately the growl turned into a loud bark. His eyes grew wide as he caught sight of the four dogs before him, who seemed to be locked in some sort of fighting arena. All dressed in rags, which one actually only found in dog racing and each printed with a different sign. King, Queen, Jack and Ace. Whereby the first three lay dead on the ground, partly badly decomposed and eaten away. Only the Ace was still alive, but the disturbed hate-filled eyes of the German shepherd showed that he had long lost all trust in other creatures.