Some things were thrown from boxes into the enormous chemical pool on the first floor, where they sizzled and gave off white smoke.
Soon, some kind of liquid flowed from pipes beneath the pool and into unknown machinery.
Batman narrowed his eyes slightly, staring intently at the worker's movements. The man seemed relaxed, even humming a tune, without the furtive air of someone doing something shady.
He gave Deadpool behind him a look.
After waiting for a while and getting no response, he gave Deadpool another look.
When he turned back, then immediately turned around again, he found that Deadpool behind him had already started eating chips.
Batman turned to glare at Deadpool. Deadpool hurriedly put away the snacks, wiped the chip crumbs from his mouth, and whispered, "Should we grab him and question him?"
Batman let out a long sigh and was just about to reach for the Batarang at his waist when Deadpool shoved him aside. "I'll do it!"
Then he charged forward, swinging both swords.
Batman covered his eyes. All he heard was a series of clatters—Deadpool and the worker fell down together.
Batman stepped out from behind the cabinet and saw Deadpool sprawled on the edge of the chemical pool on the first floor. The worker had vanished, while a wisp of white smoke rose above the pool.
The same liquid flowed from the pipes.
Batman leaped down, his cloak skimming lightly over the dangerous chemicals. On the way, he did not forget to grab Deadpool and haul him down as well. After landing, he looked up at the layers upon layers of disposal chutes above.
"Raw Materials Recycling Plan..." His deep voice echoed through the empty factory, and an overwhelming aura of darkness nearly spilled out.
Batman had just been about to circle around to