Chương 50: Chapter 50 (edited)
Kara was right: if it had been Bruce, he would never kill someone so easily. But Kara was different. When she learned that Scarecrow's real name was also Jonathan, she harbored a silent grudge in her heart.
So, when the opportunity presented itself, she didn't hesitate. With a swift stomp, she ended him.
"Tch, don't dirty my boots. These might belong to Bruce, but still," Kara muttered, looking down at the blood staining her boots. She grimaced, curling her lips in annoyance.
If Jonathan Crane's corpse could respond, it would probably protest about being blamed for her dirty boots.
With Scarecrow dealt with, Kara leapt into the air, using her own flight ability rather than the gliding function of Bruce's suit. The Bat-suit was designed more like a parachute, allowing for controlled descents, but it wasn't built for true flight.
Kara, on the other hand, had no such limitations. Soaring upward, she identified her next target's location and rocketed through the air toward it.
Eventually, she landed gracefully on a rooftop where Bruce was already standing with Rachel Dawes, his childhood friend, and a little boy cradled in Rachel's arms.
"Is that your kid?" Kara asked as she stepped forward, her boots clicking lightly against the rooftop.
Rachel's eyes widened in surprise before she hastily replied, "What? Of course not. He's just a boy I found on the streets. I couldn't leave him alone, could I? Wait... is Batman working with someone else now?"
Rachel's observation made Kara smirk, but Bruce stepped forward, putting himself between the two women. "Stay here. Don't move unless absolutely necessary," he instructed firmly, directing his words at both Rachel and the boy.
Rachel frowned, concern etched on her face. "What about you? You're going to keep fighting, aren't you? It's too dangerous—"
"This is what we do," Kara interrupted with a shrug. Bruce had enlisted her help for a reason, and they weren't going to sit out the fight now. She knew what was coming next, even if Rachel didn't.
Bruce turned to Kara. "Let's go." With that, he swung his cape dramatically and moved toward the edge of the roof.
"Wait!" Rachel called after them. "At least tell me your names! If something happens, I want to remember who you were!"
Kara frowned at Rachel's choice of words. What kind of fatalistic nonsense is that? she thought, feeling irritated.
Bruce paused, turning halfway back. His voice softened as he addressed Rachel. "It doesn't matter who I am underneath. What I do defines me."
Rachel's eyes widened, and a single name escaped her lips: "Bruce?"
Before she could say more, Bruce leapt from the rooftop.
Kara glanced at Rachel, making a casual salute with two fingers to her temple. "Goodbye, Miss." She followed Bruce without hesitation, jumping into the night.
Behind them, Rachel's voice trailed off. "Wait… Kara? Is that you?"
The name made Kara grit her teeth. She caught up to Bruce quickly. "You did that on purpose, didn't you? You practically made me out myself!"
Bruce didn't answer immediately. His focus remained ahead as they glided over Gotham.
Kara growled in frustration. "You owe me for that, Bruce. And let me warn you—Rachel has a boyfriend. Don't think I didn't notice how she looked at you."
"He's dead," Bruce said curtly.
"Wow, so you're going after a widow now? Classy," Kara shot back sarcastically. She didn't understand what Bruce saw in Rachel when someone like Jennifer—loyal, strong, and utterly devoted—was right there in his life.
But there was no time to argue further. They'd crossed nearly half of Gotham Island by now, their dark figures casting ominous shadows on the streets below.
For the citizens under the influence of Scarecrow's fear toxin, the sight of two bat-like figures in the sky was enough to drive them into a frenzy. Many screamed in terror, others fainted outright, and the chaotic city began to grow eerily quiet.
Finally, the pair arrived at their destination: a train station where the League of Shadows, led by Ra's al Ghul, was preparing to load a microwave emitter onto a high-speed train.
The train was the last piece of their plan to destroy Gotham by vaporizing the water supply laced with fear toxin.
Bruce landed first, with Kara close behind him. Their matching suits and towering figures made them nearly indistinguishable, except for their subtle differences in build and height.
Ra's turned to face them, his expression calm but calculating. Behind him, several League members continued loading the emitter onto the train.
"You've come," Ra's said, his tone almost amused. "A bit too late, don't you think?"
Bruce ignored the taunt. His voice was steady and resolute. "It's over."
Ra's raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Is it? Tell me, did you consider my advice about theatrics? Perhaps you've learned something from me after all."
Kara tilted her head, glancing at Bruce. "What advice is he talking about?"
Bruce shot her a look but didn't answer, his silence speaking volumes.
Ra's chuckled softly. "No matter. Let's see if you've truly embraced the theatrics of fear."
Bruce and Kara exchanged a quick glance, their unspoken understanding clear.
The battle was about to begin.
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