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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - SLEEPER AGENTS
🕑 Added 2025-01-07 22:12:35 +0000 UTCThe airwaves crackled to life with a broadcast that halted Gotham in its tracks. Every screen in the city, from storefront displays to television sets in dingy apartments, flickered to the image of a man draped in dark, regal robes. His sharp, angular features exuded authority, and his piercing green eyes seemed to see through the screen and into the hearts of his audience.
“I am Ra’s al Ghul,” he began, his voice smooth and commanding. “For too long, Gotham has festered in its own filth, ruled by corruption and greed. Its people suffer while its so-called protectors play their games in the shadows. But no more.”
Taylor stood frozen in the center of her apartment, her hands clenched into fists as the broadcast continued.
“This city is a parasite, draining the strength of those who dwell within it. I will cut away the rot so that something greater may rise. A Gotham reborn, purified in the fire of its own destruction.”
Taylor’s stomach twisted as she heard murmurs outside her window—neighbors gathering in the streets, their voices hushed and fearful.
“Those who stand with me will have a place in this new Gotham,” Ra’s continued, his expression daunting. “Those who resist will face the consequences of their complacency. Choose wisely.”
The broadcast cut off as abruptly as it had begun, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake.
. . . . .
Taylor met Robin an hour later in an abandoned parking garage near the Narrows. She had been one edge ever since the broadcast, her mind racing with thoughts of Ra’s declaration.
“You saw the broadcast,” Robin said, stepping out of the shadows. It wasn’t a question.
Taylor nodded, her face grim. “If he keeps this up, we won’t just be fighting Ra’s. We’ll be fighting half the city.”
Robin’s expression was hard to read, but there was a spark of anger in his eyes. “The gangs are already falling for it. Penguin and Black Mask are escalating their war, thinking Ra’s might pick a side. And the civilians? They’re panicking. It’s only a matter of time before riots start.”
“Which is exactly what he wants,” Taylor said with a sigh, crossing her arms. “How do we fight that? How do we stop him when he’s got half the city ready to tear itself apart?”
“We start by cutting off his influence,” Robin said, pulling a folded piece of paper from his utility belt. “We might already have a lead.”
Taylor took the paper, scanning the names written across it. “These are…?”
“I’ve been tracking movements inside the GCPD,” Robin said darkly. “There’s been an increase in unusual activity—files disappearing, officers turning up in places they shouldn’t be. Ra’s has sleeper agents planted in key positions across Gotham—judges, GCPD officers, city planners. If we can expose them, we can weaken his hold.”
Taylor’s eyes narrowed. “Sleeper agents in the police? Great. Just when I thought this couldn’t get worse.”
“It can always get worse,” Robin said dryly. “But we can handle it. If we move fast, we can stop them before they do serious damage.”
Taylor’s grip on the paper tightened. “But how do we know this list is accurate?”
“Nightwing intercepted a League courier a few nights ago. The information checks out.” Robin glanced at her, his tone sharp. “This is bigger than just Penguin and Black Mask. If Ra’s activates all of them, Gotham won’t survive.”
Taylor’s gaze hardened. “Then we find them and stop them.”
. . . . .
Their first target was a GCPD lieutenant named Marcus Rowan, a respected officer with a spotless record. On paper, he was a model cop, but the intercepted data suggested otherwise.
“Rowan has been quietly feeding information to the League,” Robin explained as they crouched on a rooftop overlooking the precinct. “If we take him out of play, it’ll slow Ra’s down. At least for a while.”
Taylor peered through the binoculars Robin had handed her, watching Rowan as he moved through the building. He looked ordinary, unremarkable—a man going about his job like anyone else. But Taylor knew better than to trust appearances.
“You think he knows he’s working for Ra’s?” she asked.
Robin’s expression didn’t waver. “Does it matter?”
Taylor exhaled slowly, handing back the binoculars. “What’s the plan?”
Breaking into the precinct wasn’t easy, even with Robin’s expertise. The building was heavily guarded, with officers stationed at nearly every corridor. It wasn’t just the risk of being caught—it was the stakes that weighed on Taylor’s mind. Getting caught wouldn’t just mean arrest or a slap on the wrist. It would mean exposing their mission and risking everything they had fought for.
Robin led the way through the maze of hallways, the dull hum of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting harsh shadows against the walls. He raised a gloved hand, signaling Taylor to stop as he crouched near a corner.
She stayed close, her heart pounding as Robin pulled out a small device from his belt. With quick movements, he disabled the security camera above them, its red light flickering out.
“You’re up.” Robin’s voice was barely audible, his eyes never leaving the corridor ahead.
Taylor exhaled softly, stepping past him to slip a makeshift wedge under the nearest door, propping it open just enough for them to slide through later if needed. Her hands were steady, but her mind imagined every worst-case scenario: a guard turning the corner too soon, her powers faltering just as an officer was coming down the stairs behind them, their plan unraveling in an instant.
As they moved deeper into the heart of the building, the walls seemed to close in, the air heavy with the pressure of their intrusion. Voices echoed faintly from the floors above—officers exchanging idle conversation, phones ringing in the background, the faint clatter of a coffee mug against a desk, followed by muffled laughter. The mundanity of the sounds made her chest tighten—it was easy to forget they were infiltrating a building full of ordinary people and not a villain's lair.
Robin’s sharp whisper snapped her out of her thoughts. “Stay close.”
She nodded and fell back into step behind him, slipping past open doors and through stretches of hallway in short, calculated bursts. She did her best to mimic his fluid movements, though her boots didn’t quite meet the silent standard he set.
They reached the stairwell, its steel doors imposing and uninviting. Robin pressed a finger to his lips, then produced a small tool from his belt, working quickly to override the electronic lock.
Taylor kept watch, her baton in hand, every creak of the building sending her nerves on edge. Eventually, the door clicked open, and Robin gestured for her to follow. The stairwell was dimly lit, the sound of their footsteps muffled against the rubber-coated steps. Robin moved up two flights, stopping at the landing where the door to the lieutenant’s office awaited.
He turned to Taylor. “From here on, no mistakes. He’s on the third floor, end of the hallway. Stay close and don’t make a sound.”
Taylor gave him a sharp nod, her nerves settling into a simmering focus. They were in enemy territory now, and the margin for error had disappeared entirely.
. . . . .
Rowan was in his office, seated at his desk with a stack of papers in front of him. Taylor could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hand trembled slightly as he reached for his pen.
Without further discussion, Robin moved into the room.
“Lieutenant Rowan,” Robin called softly, though his mask gave him an intimidating edge. “We know who you’re working for.”
Rowan froze, his face going pale. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie,” Taylor said, stepping into the room behind Robin. “We’ve seen the files. We know about the League.”
Rowan’s eyes darted between them, his panic evident. “You don’t understand. I didn’t have a choice. They—”
“Save it,” Robin interrupted, his tone icy. “You’ve already done enough damage.”
Rowan’s shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of him. “What do you want?”
“Names,” Taylor said firmly. “Who else is working for Ra’s? What’s his next move?”
Rowan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the desk. “I… I don’t know everything. But there’s a warehouse in the Bowery. That’s where they’re staging their next operation.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed. “What operation?”
Rowan shook his head. “I don’t know. I swear. They keep me out of the big plans. I’m just a… a messenger.”
Taylor exchanged a look with Robin, her gut telling her that Rowan was telling the truth—at least for now.
“We’ll check it out,” Robin said, stepping back out of the room. “But if you try to run, the League will be the least of your problems.”
Rowan nodded shakily, his hands trembling as they left the room.
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Disorder
Guess Ra's has blackmailed a few good men into serving him. That always sucks for them, because despite being forced into crime, it doesn't change the fact that they're helping evil advance their plans.
