Chapter 30 : The Hunt
The morning fog clung to Gotham University's campus like a shroud, masking the predator that moved between the shadows of Gothic architecture.
Victor Zsasz crouched behind a maintenance shed, his scarred fingers drumming against the cold metal as he watched the psychology building's entrance.
Three days of identical warnings. Three days of some random strangers knowing his patterns. Three days of feeling like prey instead of predator.
His mind felt like it was coming apart at the the seams.
They're all watching me from somewhere, he thought, unconsciously running his thumb over the fresh scar on his forearm—still tender, still promising relief that never came. But I'm the predator. I've always been the predator.
This shitty feeling is tearing me apart from inside. God, I need to cut—something, anything. I NEED TO CUT!
Breathe, Just Breathe. Zsasz tried to calm himself. Enough patience. Time to collect what's owed. Everything else can go rot in hell.
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From his perch atop the library's clock tower, Batman watched through high-powered binoculars as Zsasz began moving toward the psychology building. The killer had been escalating for days, and Bruce had been waiting for this moment. The Architect had a pattern—he appeared when monsters like Zsasz escaped their punishment.
Batman activated his comm unit. "Alfred, confirm Alex Thorne's location."
"Thermal imaging shows him asleep in his apartment, Master Bruce. Has been for the past four hours. Quite soundly, I might add."
"Good," Batman replied, watching Zsasz disappear into the building. "If the Architect shows up here, we'll know for certain they're not the same person."
Through his scope, Bruce maintained his surveillance.
Alex Thorne's alibi was solid—thermal imaging that revealed the heat signature of a dreaming body, motion sensors that detected the subtle movements of REM sleep, facial recognition that confirmed his presence.
Judging by the Architect's abilities so far, he seemed like a nightmare stitched together—shapeshifting taht mocked the very concept of identity, puppet mastery that reduced free will to illusion, and the power to turn ordinary people into walking bombs.
Which meant if the Architect appeared to confront Zsasz now, Bruce would have got another factor that seperates Alex and the Architect.
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In the psychology building, Alex Thorne—or rather, the Architect wearing Alex's face—waited in the empty lecture hall.
His ability to shapeshift 'another person' is still a secret. While some lowlife criminal sleeps in his apartment, perfectly disguised as him and providing a solid alibi, he is free to hunt.
Let's give our serial killer what he's been asking for, the Architect thought, his muscles coiling with superhuman strength carefully masked by human proportions.
The lecture hall door creaked open, and Zsasz slipped inside, his blade catching the fluorescent light.
"Alex Thorne," Zsasz whispered, his voice carrying an artist's reverence. "The famous shrink who thinks he understands monsters."
The Architect turned slowly, wearing Alex's gentle academic smile. "Victor Zsasz. I was wondering when you'd stop playing games and come find me directly."
"Games?" Zsasz's scarred face twisted. "The last three days. Was that you, Kid? How did you do it?"
"Serial killers," the Architect replied, maintaining Alex's mannerisms perfectly. "Fascinating species, dont you think. I have been studying how they respond to various unexpected situations. What makes them paranoid? What breaks them? What makes them rage? So far, the data is good. You are still very predictable."
Zsasz snarled and lunged forward, his blade aimed at the Architect's throat. But the figure wearing Alex's face moved with inhuman speed—not enough to reveal supernatural abilities, but far beyond what any graduate student should possess.
He caught Zsasz's wrist, twisted until bones cracked, then delivered a precisely calculated blow to the killer's solar plexus.
"Impossible," Zsasz gasped, staring at his broken wrist. "You're just a student!How could you have such strength?"
"Appearances can be deceiving," the Architect replied, his voice carrying a cold edge that had never belonged to Alex Thorne.
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Batman's enhanced optics caught the impossible movement through the lecture hall windows. Alex Thorne—mild-mannered graduate student with a solid alibi—was fighting with skills that defied explanation. But more than that, his fighting style was too controlled, too precise. This wasn't someone defending themselves in panic.
That's not Alex Thorne. That's the Architect, disguised as Alex. Batman realized, his mind racing.
Batman grappled down from his perch, moving toward the psychology building with deadly purpose.
If the Architect was impersonating Alex, then he was about to commit murder while wearing an innocent man's face. Bruce couldn't let that happen.
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The Architect sensed Batman's approach long before the Dark Knight reached the building. Enhanced hearing picked up the whistle of the grappling line, the subtle change in air pressure as the cape cut through the night. He had perhaps sixty seconds before Batman arrived.
Perfect timing, the Architect thought, his cellular structure already beginning to prepare for the next phase.
Zsasz was on his knees now, cradling his broken wrist, his blade scattered across the floor. "What are you?" he whispered.
"Justice," the Architect replied, then struck his neck, sending Zsasz into unconsciousness.
As footsteps echoed in the corridor outside, the Architect's body began to flow like liquid. His biomass expanded, engulfing Zsasz's unconscious form while simultaneously reshaping itself.
In seconds, Victor Zsasz stood where Alex had been, his distinctive scars and cruel features perfectly replicated. But wrapped within the Architect's biomass, controlled like a puppet, was the real Zsasz wearing Alex Thorne's face.
The lecture hall door exploded inward as Batman burst through.
"Step away from him!" Batman commanded, seeing what appeared to be Victor Zsasz standing over Alex Thorne's prone form.
The Architect, now wearing Zsasz's appearance, turned with the killer's characteristic smirk. "Batman. Right on schedule."
"I said step away," Batman's voice carried deadly authority as he advanced, batarangs ready.
"Or what?" the false Zsasz laughed. "You'll stop me? You're too late, Bat. The famous psychologist is already mine."
Batman struck the false Zsasz without hesitation, his combat training engaging automatically. The figure wearing Zsasz's face fought back— but not even remotely skilled enough to seem dangerous.
The fight didnt last long. A precisely timed stumble, a calculated opening in his defense, and Batman's nerve strike found its mark. The false Zsasz collapsed, his body going limp.
But as Batman turned toward the figure wearing Alex's face, his stance shifted into combat readiness.
"Architect," Batman said coldly, recognizing the controlled fight and well trained movements. "I know it's you."
The false Alex's bewildered expression melted away, replaced by a calculating smile. "Very good, Detective. Though I'm curious—what gave me away?"
"Alex Thorne is asleep in his apartment," Batman replied, advancing slowly. "Thermal imaging confirmed it. You're using his face, but you're not him. I wont allow you to kill Zsasz using this face."
"Finally decided to care about justice huh, batman?" the Architect asked, tilting Alex's head with mock curiosity.
"It ends here," Batman declared, pulling out specialized restraints designed for enhanced individuals.
The false Alex laughed, the sound wrong coming from the young Thorne's throat. "Does it?"
The fight erupted in an instant. The Architect, wearing Alex's form, moved with inhuman speed and strength—not enough to reveal his full supernatural abilities, but far beyond human limits. Batman adapted quickly, his training allowing him to match the enhanced opponent, but the Architect wasn't fighting to win.
He was fighting to escape.
After a brief but intense exchange, the false Alex feinted left, then burst through the lecture hall's window in an explosion of glass and concrete. By the time Batman reached the shattered opening, the figure had vanished into Gotham's maze of rooftops and shadows.
Batman cursed under his breath. The Architect had escaped, but at least Zsasz was secured.
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In the back of the police cruiser, the figure wearing Victor Zsasz's face sat in silence, hands cuffed behind his back. To the officers, he was just another captured monster, unconscious and defeated.
But behind closed eyes, the Architect smiled. The deception was perfect. Batman had seen Alex Thorne as a revenge victim of Architect and had watched Architect flee. The real Zsasz was safely contained within his controlled biomass, ready for the final performance.
Phase one complete, the Architect thought. Now for the real art to begin.
The police car pulled away from the university, carrying its precious cargo toward Gotham Central. Behind them, crime scene investigators photographed the lecture hall, never knowing they were documenting the scene of the most elaborate deception in the city's history.
When Batman returned to check Alex's apartment, thermal imaging would show the young man safe in his bed, appearing to have slept through the entire ordeal. The perfect alibi, maintained by careful cellular manipulation and precise timing.
The hunt was entering its final phase.
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Notes :
This chapter is quite layered. Think of Alex & Architect as two persona in this chapter.
1) MC wants batman to believe he wore Alex's face to kill Zsasz as a sort of revenge to the TV program diss Alex did a few chapters back. Its a way to throw off his psychology profile & reinforces Architect & MC are 2 different people.
2) Zsasz never connected MC & Architect during the fight.
3) When Batman comes in, he sees Zsasz standing over Alex. Alex knows Batman is aware that the real architect wouldnt lose so easily. So he staged this scene after shapeshifting. Batman will believe that False Alex was baiting him when he realized Batman had arrived. This further reinforces his identity swap, eliminating that possibility from Batman's mind.
4) Like I said, MC is an expert in psychology.
4) Now why did MC swap? Find out in next chapter
5) Comment below for any doubts. XD
PS : This chapter was exhausting.
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