Ch: 47 [Infiltration pt1]

Ch: 47 [Infiltration pt1]

[Penguin's Mansion]

Penguin's house was surrounded by his trusted goons. They were armed from head to toe as if an army were ready to attack. But even the slightest opening could mean a fatal attack. Ever since he got betrayed by Black Mask and a bounty was put on his head, the fat bastard decided to seclude himself inside his property for a while before making his grand comeback. It wasn't the first time that this happened, after all. However, this time it's different.

The stakes are too high. Gotham might get burned down to the ground. But he wasn't ready to give up just yet.

He was sitting near his mini bar, holding a glass of whiskey and reminiscing about the past. Back in the day, things were simpler, or at least easier. Sure he is still the corrupt bastard he was, but he has much more control, and power. Yet ever since that Black Mask's gang came into the picture, nothing went right anymore.

First, they asked for his help and then they just tried to blow up his domain. The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth, and soon the feeling started creeping up as his right shoulder ached from the bullet wound. That was a long night, one of the most difficult ones in his life. He escaped but he paid a heavy price.

"Fuck!" He gulped down the glass, soon pouring himself another drink. However, when he finally sat back, the pain spread through his body. "Haaa... That monkey-masked bastard." He took some painkillers and after a brief moment, the effects took place as Penguin rested against the leather couch.

[Above his mansion]

"Jarvis, how's the system holding up?" Bruce asked the AI. Right now, he was hovering above the mansion in his new IronBat, looking down at the targets below. About fifty thugs were swarming around the building as if they were expecting an all-out attack.

"System's holding strong, Sir. All security measures are functioning at optimal levels," Jarvis reported, the digital interface displaying the live feed from the surrounding area.

"Good. Let's gather some intel before making any moves," Bruce replied, activating the suit's advanced scanning capabilities. He analyzed the layout of the mansion, looking for potential entry points and the distribution of guards. His eyes narrowed as he focused on locating Penguin's exact position within the building.

As he scanned, he overheard snippets of conversation among the thugs below. They were on high alert, discussing recent events and speculating about the motives of the Black Mask's gang. Bruce listened intently, hoping to gather any information that could lead him to the Black Mask and put an end to their criminal activities.

The suit's augmented reality display highlighted key points of interest, including a heavily guarded entrance, a potential weak point in the mansion's security system, and a room that seemed to be receiving a significant amount of electronic activity.

"Alright, time to cut the power," He smirked as he selected an EMP grenade from his weapon system and aimed it at the mansion's main power grid. With a precise launch, the EMP grenade landed near the power source, emitting a blinding flash of light as it detonated. The entire mansion plunged into darkness, leaving the thugs disoriented and scrambling to restore order.

"Activate remote control. Take over the suit and wait here. I will go in with the old style. Don't want to attract unnecessary attention," He opened the suit and jumped down. He is wearing the signature costume of Batman.

He landed on top of one of the watchtowers surrounding Penguin's mansion. The shadows embraced him as he surveyed the chaotic scene below. The EMP had effectively disrupted the mansion's security systems, creating an opening for Batman to exploit. The thugs were running around with flashlights, trying to figure out the situation.

He crouched silently on the watchtower, concealed within the shadows. The advanced visor in his mask glowed with a blue hue for a moment. Two armed snipers occupied the structure, unaware of the impending threat above. He watched their movements, calculating the precise moment to strike.

'Deadshot! Things are moving faster than I imagined. Anyway, let's clear this floor,' Bruce thought as he shifted his attention to the thug coming toward him.

Batman remained hidden in the shadows, his keen senses attuned to the approaching footsteps of the thugs. As the group neared his location, he planned his moves carefully, preparing to strike with precise and efficient takedowns.

The first thug passed by, oblivious to the imminent danger. With swift and silent precision, he reached out, his gloved hand covering the thug's mouth. A quick, controlled twist of the neck and the thug dropped to the floor, dead.

The remaining thugs continued down the corridor, unaware of their comrade's fate. Batman blended with the darkness, moving soundlessly towards the group. His cape draped around him like a cloak of shadows, concealing his movements.

He stepped on a plastic cup, making a small noise.

"Huh?!" One of the thugs suddenly turned around. There was no one.

"What?" Another one asked.

"I thought I heard something," he responded, furrowing his brow.

"Must be a rat. Come on, let's just keep patrolling. I will ask the boss to call for pest control tomorrow."

Above the ceiling, the dark silhouette loomed ominously. "Fuck! That's a close one," Bruce thought. He used his Batclaw to pull himself up just in the nick of time.

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