The Iceberg Lounge is always busy, both with crooks and citizens. Busting in as Batman would not be a good idea. John arrived at the Iceberg Lounge at about 1 a.m. He was greeted by men of questionable morality.

"What do you want kid."

"I just got my paycheck and I am feeling lucky tonight!"

"Well see about that, right this way."

The place was full of rich Gothamites, crooked cops, and gangsters. The interior looked like something from the 1930s complete with art deco and a smoke-filled atmosphere. There was one particular poker table that was quite busy compared to the rest. And the big winner seemed to be a short man with possibly a shorter temper.

"Winning big tonight boys!" The man chuckled as he pulled in loads of chips.

"Oswald Cobblepot?" John assumed.

"Who wants to know?" the man barked.

"I'm John Blake, we have a mutual friend. I'm here to talk about the business on the plane."

"Keep you voice down you moron! Follow me." Oswald left the table and order his men to gather his winnings. John followed him to a private room in the back.

"Would you like a drink Mr. Blake?"

"No thank you, puts me to sleep."

"Oh, you have no idea." The man said smiling. This wasn't comforting.

"So, how do you know Mr. Nigma?"

"You first kid."

"Well, I'm the guy who stole the molecular modification file for him."

"The what?"

"It's the formula he used to replicate Bruce Wayne."

"Replicate Bruce Wayne? What the hell are you talking about?"

"You didn't know? I thought he would have told his business partner."

"Business partner? I'm the head of this whole program!"

"Why do you want Bruce Wayne dead?"

"Because his family destroyed mine years ago. I told Nigma that he could have my men at his disposal as long as he kills Wayne."

"But if killing Bruce Wayne wasn't his plan, what was?"

"I have no idea, the man is not very stable in the mind. He said something about a new world where we all bow down to his 'greatness'. I'm gonna teach this fool what happens to men who betray me! And you! You were in on it weren't you!"

"No, I had no idea what he was going to use the formula for."

"Well even if you are telling the truth, I'm still going kill you. Can't leave any loose ends, can we? Boys, bruise him up a bit while I get my gun."

This is not what John wanted. He could handle the henchmen, but this guy was going for a gun in a place full of civilians. Nice way to be inconspicuous.

A mysterious black-blur flew in and took Cobblepot down in the blink of an eye.

"Selina?"

"Bruce was worried about you. He wanted to come himself but Alfred and I wouldn't let him. Your welcome."

"Thank you. The police will be here soon to take car of our friend here. I need to head back to the bat cave."

John paced back and forth in the cave and thought about his predicament. What was Nigma planning? Where did he go after he jumped from the plane? So many questions and then-

"Mr. Blake! Mr. Blake!" Alfred yelled as he ran toward John. "Mr. Blake, Bruce is missing! Who ever took him left this."

Another letter.

"Mr. Blake, it has come to my attention that you have given me false information on Bruce Wayne's whereabouts. And that double! That double was a cheap trick! I had no idea you were so involved in molecular modification, or acting for that matter! You will pay for tricking me, no one fools Edward Nigma and gets away without loss! I have warned you, and now I WILL break your mind! You will find myself and Mr. Wayne where this ridiculous charade began. You have exactly one hour to find me with a healthy, living Bruce Wayne. Good luck, it has helped you thus far!"

E. Nigma

What? Nigma didn't know about the fake Bruce Wayne? So if Nigma did intentionally want to kill Wayne, then who made the double?

No time to think about that. John needed to find the place where Batman began.