Red Room's Bat (Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader)

Chapter 8: What I do that Defines Me

After calling Agent Phil Coulson since, Jim knew that he always had his phone on him, he had visited Crane to asked him about more specific details of the plan. There was a S.H.I.E.L.D. base close to Gotham that they were going to have mass producing the antidote. During this Fury, Hill, and Coulson  were going to take a Quinjet to get to Gotham as the other agents arrived.

He was sitting down while Crane was wearing a straitjacket sitting down in front of him. Jim was also holding the Scarecrow mask. "What was the plan, Crane?" He asked. "How were you gonna get your toxin into the air?"

"Scarecrow," Crane said. "Scarecrow."

"Who were you working for, Crane?"

"Oh, it's too late. You can't stop it now."

Gordon, having not learned anything got up and left the room. Not before handing the guard the mask.

At Wayne Manor, Y/N was walking into the main room that the party was in while the guests were singing Happy Birthday to him as Alfred was carrying Rachel to the car to take her home. He had a smile on his face to keep his composure from just saving Rachel from the fear gas. A waiter offered him a glass of Champaign, which he took as he walked forwards as he noticed Mr. Earle coming over.

"Mr. Earle," Y/N greeted.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," He said.

"Thank you. How did the stock offering go? I haven't had a chance to look into it myself."

"Prices soared."

"Who's buying?"

"All kinds of funds and brokerages," Mr. Earle told him. "It's a bit technical. They key thing is our company's future is secure."

"That's wonderful," Y/N replied. The two talked for a little longer, as Y/N noticed Mr. Fox and then excused himself from the conversation.

As he went over to Mr. Fox some of the guests wished him a happy birthday, which he thanked them for, as he also placed his half empty Champagne glass onto a server's tray.

"Thank you for the gift, Mr. Fox," Y/N said. "It came in handy."

"You're welcome," Mr. Fox replied as he was finishing a few Hor-d'oeuvers. "I know you'll put it to good use."

"Already have. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s been notified and if everything is going well, they have started production on the antidote. Someone's been having Crane pour a liquefied version of the fear gas into the water supply."

"The water supply won't help you disperse an inhalant," Mr. Fox said.

"Unless there is a microwave emitter that has enough power to vaporize the water that is flowing in the mains," Y/N added.

"Correct, you are," Mr. Fox said. "A microwave emitter like the one Wayne Enterprises just misplaced."

"Misplaced?" Y/N asked.

"Earle just fired me for asking too many questions about it."

"I need you to go to Wayne Enterprises and start tracking the progress that S.H.i.E.L.D. is making on production. If you think they're behind, start making more," Y/N said. "They, and the police, are going to need as much as we can get our hands on."

"My security clearance has been revoked," Mr. Fox pointed out.

"Now, I don't think something like that would stop a man like yourself, would it?" Y/N asked him with a smile.

"I suppose not," Mr. Fox replied with his own smile.

The two men then parted with Fox going to go to work and Y/N checking his watch. Thirty more minutes of entertaining his guests should suffice.