Thomas Wayne
A dark grey building, built in the classic blocky gothic style that Gotham City in any multiverse is known for, dwells under the shadow of its nearby towering brethren. All built in the same style, however the building in question sits as a dwarf in front of his tall more loved brothers.
Shabby and uncared for, rotting and falling apart. This description would be the most accurate as Logan and Matt watched the comings and goings until late into the night. Precinct one of Gotham's Police Department. It should be a bustling building of dedicated police officers bringing in the plentiful crooks of a city that was dying of multiple diseases all at once.
Instead, it looked to have a skeleton crew running it with despair etched on the faces of all that work there. What use was hard work to bring in the trash of the city, when they were let out the next morning by corrupt Judges and DA's?
"Stay here and keep an eye out," Matt said as he leaped from their vantage point and glided to a small ledge of the building they had been watching.
Matt listened to the words coming through the cracked mortar of the building. "Guys are SCARED, Tom. These men and women have families. The Bastard's got names and addresses on that disk."
"We can still get him. We kept everything on disk to stop it from getting hacked when connected to the net. It will take months to crack the files." Came the reply.
"Tom! You're on your OWN." A tired sigh followed, "You should go home boss, you don't look so good." A door softly closed, and Devilbat moved into the room so softly that the occupant was unaware of his presence.
Matt took a moment to look around the sparse office, a large desk with open files strewn across it. The Occupant gave a helpless sigh, "We can still stop him..." It came out as almost a sob.
The single picture frame on the desk drew Matt's attention. It was burnt in the bottom right corner but the bit remaining showed three figures that were disturbingly familiar. Blind he may be but through sheer hard work and focus he could make out the bump and trail of writing and with his cowl's enhancements, he could make out the picture minus color.
Eerily close to the few remaining pictures of his own mother and father with Matt himself, both their hands on his shoulders. This picture was very like that, but the figure of Matt was to the side, directly in front of his father and the way he stood showed that there was, in the missing portion of the photo, someone else standing in front of his mother. An older or younger brother perhaps?
Matt shook his head, {Inconsequential, no matter how close it may seem, this is not my family. Use the knowledge that such revelations bring but ignore the emotional aspect.}
His movement must have clued the occupant that he wasn't alone, because he stiffened in panic. "Commissioner Wayne?" Devilbat started to walk around the front of the man's desk so he could be seen clearly after having spoken.
The older man sitting at the desk sat stiffly at seeing the figure in the grey and black costume.
"I... Come to talk. I..."
Matt was interrupted just as he stood in front of the desk. "I KNOW you blame me for your mother's death that night. I know you blame me for Matty. There is nothing left to talk about, Thomas!"
The seated figure of Thomas Wayne Sr. Pulled a gun and held it on the figure in front of him. "I promise... I'll kill you for what you have done to me, and I will feel NO! MORE! GUILT! For having brought such a monster into this world."
Devilbat didn't flinch at the gun pointed directly at his face. "You'd be guilty of murdering the WRONG man, that's all. I'm not THOMAS. I'm not OWLMAN. My name is... Devilbat. I'm sorry to hear about your family."
"Whatever stupid name you call yourself... I... I know my own SON... I..."
The man's face turned pale the more he looked at the visible portion of this Devilbat's face. "Ma???"
Whatever Thomas Sr was trying to say was drowned out by two of his most trusted men bursting through the door with shotguns pointed at the figure in front of the Commissioner's desk. "He's canteen Jerky, Commissioner!" The second man racked another shell into his shotgun in excitement, the one already in the chamber ejecting unfired. "Everybody here's got a grudge. You say the word and I'll take the rap."
Ignoring the men behind him, Devilbat subtly taps his belt and two objects fall into his hand unseen by anyone in the room. "In less than 12 hours we will be striking at the Syndicate's global operations, and they will cease for a time. Trust me and take advantage while you can."
He dropped the pill-like objects and as soon as they exploded with bright light, he leaped through the window he had opened to come in. Two shots were fired from behind him, but the bullets missed so badly, that Devilbat didn't even adjust his movement.
As soon as the men could see from the flash, they all looked out the window and saw the costumed figure rising through the air. "I can get another shot." A man drew the shotgun to his shoulder.
"NO! STOP! Don't shoot! ... Don't Shoot..." Commissioner Wayne shouted. He pushed past his men and looked at the figure that he only dreamt about. "Mathew???" he said under his breath.
As Logan watched Devilbat leave the Commissioner's office in such a flashy way, he changed into his owl form and flew after him. Once Devilbat stopped at a building that was only shorter than the one that had been pointed out to be the lair of Owlman, Logan landed and resumed his own form.
"What's next on the agenda Bat's?"
"We need to learn where to hit the hardest and the fastest. Provide the information to Wayne, so we aren't getting in each other's way. Once we start hitting the Made Men of his organization, Owlman will come quickly to ensure his power base isn't affected."
"So, you're saying we are going into this fight with one eye over our shoulder?"
"Don't you always?" Came the deadpan reply.
Logan just shook his head at the comment and started to think of some good shape options for the coming fight.
Devilbat interrupted Logan's thoughts. "I can tell that there is something you have wanted to talk to me about during this trip, now's the time."
Logan was a bit surprised as he thought he had been keeping his thoughts to himself rather well.
"I have mentioned this to J'onn and no one else and right now it is just a vague outline, but I have been thinking about appearing to the public in such a way as to gain admission into The Light."
With no reaction from Devilbat, Logan continued, "I think something big is coming Earth's way and they are at the center of it."
"How would you go about this?"
"I figure that if I change my looks and butt heads with the Heroes enough then I will get their attention. I would just have to make sure that I don't go too far. A lot of my actions would be on the level of unfriendly sparring with the younger league members. Teaching them in adversarial roles would be more impactful than much of their current training."
"J'onn has been working on my mental strength to help ensure my safety in that area. As I haven't really made any major news in the world, my going missing would not throw up any red flags."
"You know how this looks at first glance right? You are a clone from one of the staples in the younger heroes, you gain access to the League and now you suddenly want to be a double agent for the heroes. I can't ignore the possibility that this was all an elaborate plan of the light to get you into our good graces. Throw in your abilities from J'onn and you could very well be the most powerful adversary that the League could ever face."
The shock on Logan's face shows Devilbat that he hadn't thought about this from that angle, or he was a good actor.
"This is a possibility that I cannot overlook. But I don't fully believe it. There have been too many little actions that have shown your true nature. I have come to the conclusion that while you may not be fully on the side of the Justice League, your actions are good in their intent. Just know, I will never fully trust you."
"Well, considering that you keep a green rock around for your best friend, I can accept your lack of trust in me. Now, let's head over to City Hall so I can pock around some heads and see where the best places to hit for maximum damage. Maybe I can even find some people that Wayne can trust to do the right thing when given the chance to clean this place up."