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Date Posted: 12:48:54 08/02/01 Thu

"Desmond Wade, he used to be a lab assistant at the University, before being sacked for misappropriation of chemicals." Gordon said from behind a protective screen that the Biohazard team had erected.
"So that's his link with Professor Michaels and Dean Saunders."
"We've searched everything and we cannot find any hint of how or where he may have made the virus."
Office Montoya, approached the screen she was wearing a biohazard suit. "Comish, we've found nothing to link him to making the virus. But we did find this she held up about five hundred dollars. Seems he may just have been a well-paid delivery boy. Mind you I don't think he expected this to happen." She said nodding towards the corpse being loaded into a hermetically sealed casket.
"I'll be at the University trying to find out more about Desmond Wade." Batman grunted.
Batman was talking to a tired looking Professor Whiting in his office. They could see the team's still working in the isolation unit. "Yes, Desmond worked for me. He'd been a rather promising undergraduate student of mine, but a lab accident left him brain damaged. So I gave him a job as a lab assistant."
"What type of accident?" Batman asked.
"He was working on a measles virus, his protective suite was damage and he became infected. For a time he was very ill. He almost died in fact."
"So Desmond had the background knowledge required to create this virus."
"No Batman, the Desmond Wade who studied under me could have possible been intelligent enough to create a virus. But after the accident his IQ was way below your average high school student. He was always delivering the wrong apparatus and chemicals to the labs. People forgave him a lot, as they felt sorry for him."
"Why was he dismissed?"
"I argued strongly that he should be kept on, but Professor Michaels, who is head of faculty, decided that he should dismissed, after he was found hoarding chemicals in his room."
"So you and Professor Michaels disagreed over the sacking?"
Whiting smiled, "Academics always disagree. I mean, John, Professor Michaels, doesn't see the need for a large expensive facility such as this one. He's been trying to close us down for a year or more, since Desmond's accident in fact. But where would Gotham now be without us? Let's face it we're Gotham's best hope of finding a cure."
"Indeed you are!" Batman said.
"Batman!" Oracle's voice came over his earpiece. "Leslie, wants you back at the cave urgent. She didn't say why. But there's been little change in the boy's conditions. So it's probably Alfred."
Batman was on edge as he exited the Batmobile, he was dreading what he would see. Leslie was stood in front of the window. As he approached he stopped shocked. Both boys were laid out as before. But Alfred was no longer on the floor, he was sat slumped in the chair. He looked dreadfully ill. But certainly better than he'd been four hours before. Batman pulled off his cowl.
"How?" Bruce asked in a shocked voice.
"Bruce, Alfred had Scarlet Fever as a child, he's obviously got some natural resistance to this new virus. Although it's unheard of these days Scarlet Fever was a very common illness in the forties and fifties." Leslie said her relief clear to see. "We've got a sample of Alfred's blood to work with! We can start making a cure."
Bruce pressed the intercom button "Old friend, are you ok?" he asked a tremor in his voice.
The old man turned to face his friends and raised an unsteady hand.
"Ok, you sit back and rest, we'll get working on a cure."
Bruce picked up the vile of blood and looked at it.
"Are you going to take it to Professor Whiting?" Leslie asked.
"No, I'll make the antidote here, it'll be quicker."
Both friends worked diligently and carefully at the task within two hours the cells that had given Alfred his resistance were being artificially grown. "Another hour and we should have enough vaccine for Dick and Tim." Leslie said.
Bruce noted Tim's vital signs "Good, the lad's deteriorating."
"Alfred, you need to release the time lock!" Bruce said gently.
The old man nodded and stood up with difficulty, he unsteadily walked to the door and released the lock. Leslie and Bruce suited up and entered the room through the air locks. While Leslie administered the anti virus injection to the two young men, Bruce helped his old friend back to the chair.
Within the hour both Dick and Tim were showing signs of recovery, they were both out of danger.
"They're fit young men Bruce, recovery shouldn't take too long." Leslie assured him.
Bruce had brought another gurney in to the room and insisted Alfred lay down.
While Leslie sat with the patients, Bruce was reviewing Professor Whiting's notes. Leslie these don't make sense. I am no Virologist, but surly if a virus had been made by splicing together two known viruses, you'd try out know cures for those viruses first?
"Of course you would Bruce, you eliminate every obvious possibility first." Leslie was reading through the print off of the findings that Bruce had given her. "I don't understand it either." Leslie said. "Why if all that was required to make the cure was cells from a patient who'd had Scarlet Fever didn't Professor Whiting find the cure hours ago." Leslie demanded. "A man of Professor Whiting's stature would surly have thought of that?"
Bruce collected the vials of newly distilled cure ready to deliver it to the hospital. "I think he does know Leslie, he was just biding his time before he announced to the world that he'd found the miracle cure. In fact I think he's always know what the cure was, because he made the virus in the first place."
Leslie looked shocked. "No I don't believe it! Why would he do that Bruce? He's a doctor. No doctor would risk people's lives just for the glory."
"I think Professor Whiting wanted slightly more than glory."
With that Batman left the cave to deliver the cure. On route he contacted Commissioner Gordon. Who met him at the hospital. "Jim the cure was a simple one, an undergraduate student would have thought of, yet our great Professor failed to consider it. Why, firstly because he needed maximum publicity and what better way to get it in Gotham than deaths from another new plague, lots of deaths. Then our great Professor would find a cure and save the day."
"So he just want's to be a hero?" Gordon asked shaking his head.
"No, the University were going to cut his funding. After the accident when Desmond Wade was hurt people were getting worried about the cavalier way in which the Professor was approaching his research. Several large sponsors had withdrawn money from the department. So it had been decided to scale down the Biological Research division. He needed a way to make sure it stayed open."
Gordon shook his head again, "Nineteen deaths. He let nineteen people die for that?"
"People have committed mass murder for less." Batman added.
As Batman and Gordon entered the University lab a young police officer and several frightened students and research assistants met them.
"It's Professor Whiting," one young woman said. "He's taken a specimen of MK781 into the Biohazard chamber. He forced everyone out and has sealed the door."
"MK781?" Batman asked.
"A new mutant Smallpox virus, it's deadly. We developed it for possible defence use. It's fast acting and affective, 100% mortality rate but only a life span of one hour the young Doctor explained. The idea was to bombard enemy positions then troops could safely enter the area within an hour to find every living thing dead or dying."
"That's inhumane." Batman muttered.
"No it's not!" a voice boomed over a loud speaker. "Think of all the wars it will prevent. If your enemy knows you have this type of weapon."
"Shouldn't he be wearing one of those suites?" Gordon asked, looking at the man. He had on a lab coat but no other protection.
"No Commissioner, you see I don't intend going to jail." The Professor said. With that he removed the top off a flask containing the Virus.
"Oh my God!" the young researcher moaned.
"But nineteen lives?" Batman asked, "Was saving this facility be worth nineteen lives?"
"Nineteen, nine hundred perhaps even nine thousand. Our work here is worth more than just one or two lives."
The man was now showing signs of acute illness.
Batman stared at him coldly. "That's where we disagree. Nothing is worth the sacrifice of a single life. Every life matters and is precious." Batman said his voice held an icy edge. With that he just walked away. He had no wish to watch the man die.
Dick was sat up looking quizzically around the makeshift medical centre. Tim was awake but preferred to lay back on his pillows both young men look much better. Bruce put on a mask and gown and joined Leslie in the isolation area. He stopped to squeeze Alfred's arm, then went to stand by the young men's beds.
"Welcome back!" he said to them both.
"Hi Bruce." Tim said weakly.
"What, happened?" Dick asked.
"Your ever empty stomach, got you into trouble again Grayson." Came Oracle's relieved voice over the speaker. She was using the two-way link to monitor their recovery.
"So, this was food poising?" Tim asked.
"In a way." Bruce explained what had happened.
"Next time I have to go to a charity event I am going to get Alfred to make a pack up that I can take with me. Then I won't have to eat the food there." Dick said seriously.
"I don't think that would work Master Dick." Alfred murmured sleepily. "As they haven't invented a lunch box big enough, for me to pack enough food into so as to prevent you from nibbling party treats."
Tim laughed and Dick threw his pillow at him.
"Boy's I insist you get some rest!" Leslie said sternly.
"I don't feel tired." Dick complained.
"Can't we watch the film?" Tim asked.
"Alfred, did you make that popcorn?" Dick called.
The old man didn't answer, and all three young men looked towards where their friend was laid concerned.
Leslie, who was sat holding Alfred's hand, smiled. "He's just asleep, like you two should be. Now settle down." She quietly admonished the two invalids.
"I'll record the film." Bruce said as he turned down the lights.
"No thanks Bruce. It's wasn't a film I really wanted to see." Dick said. "I wouldn't mind some popcorn though!"
Leslie could be heard laughing softly as Bruce left the room shaking his head.

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>"Desmond Wade, he used to be a lab assistant at the >University, before being sacked for misappropriation >of chemicals." Gordon said from behind a protective >screen that the Biohazard team had erected. >"So that's his link with Professor Michaels and Dean >Saunders." >"We've searched everything and we cannot find any hint >of how or where he may have made the virus." >Office Montoya, approached the screen she was wearing >a biohazard suit. "Comish, we've found nothing to link >him to making the virus. But we did find this she held >up about five hundred dollars. Seems he may just have >been a well-paid delivery boy. Mind you I don't think >he expected this to happen." She said nodding towards >the corpse being loaded into a hermetically sealed >casket. >"I'll be at the University trying to find out more >about Desmond Wade." Batman grunted. >Batman was talking to a tired looking Professor >Whiting in his office. They could see the team's still >working in the isolation unit. "Yes, Desmond worked >for me. He'd been a rather promising undergraduate >student of mine, but a lab accident left him brain >damaged. So I gave him a job as a lab assistant." >"What type of accident?" Batman asked. >"He was working on a measles virus, his protective >suite was damage and he became infected. For a time he >was very ill. He almost died in fact." >"So Desmond had the background knowledge required to >create this virus." >"No Batman, the Desmond Wade who studied under me >could have possible been intelligent enough to create >a virus. But after the accident his IQ was way below >your average high school student. He was always >delivering the wrong apparatus and chemicals to the >labs. People forgave him a lot, as they felt sorry for >him." >"Why was he dismissed?" >"I argued strongly that he should be kept on, but >Professor Michaels, who is head of faculty, decided >that he should dismissed, after he was found hoarding >chemicals in his room." >"So you and Professor Michaels disagreed over the >sacking?" >Whiting smiled, "Academics always disagree. I mean, >John, Professor Michaels, doesn't see the need for a >large expensive facility such as this one. He's been >trying to close us down for a year or more, since >Desmond's accident in fact. But where would Gotham now >be without us? Let's face it we're Gotham's best hope >of finding a cure." >"Indeed you are!" Batman said. >"Batman!" Oracle's voice came over his earpiece. >"Leslie, wants you back at the cave urgent. She didn't >say why. But there's been little change in the boy's >conditions. So it's probably Alfred." >Batman was on edge as he exited the Batmobile, he was >dreading what he would see. Leslie was stood in front >of the window. As he approached he stopped shocked. >Both boys were laid out as before. But Alfred was no >longer on the floor, he was sat slumped in the chair. >He looked dreadfully ill. But certainly better than >he'd been four hours before. Batman pulled off his >cowl. >"How?" Bruce asked in a shocked voice. >"Bruce, Alfred had Scarlet Fever as a child, he's >obviously got some natural resistance to this new >virus. Although it's unheard of these days Scarlet >Fever was a very common illness in the forties and >fifties." Leslie said her relief clear to see. "We've >got a sample of Alfred's blood to work with! We can >start making a cure." >Bruce pressed the intercom button "Old friend, are you >ok?" he asked a tremor in his voice. >The old man turned to face his friends and raised an >unsteady hand. >"Ok, you sit back and rest, we'll get working on a >cure." >Bruce picked up the vile of blood and looked at it. >"Are you going to take it to Professor Whiting?" >Leslie asked. >"No, I'll make the antidote here, it'll be quicker." >Both friends worked diligently and carefully at the >task within two hours the cells that had given Alfred >his resistance were being artificially grown. "Another >hour and we should have enough vaccine for Dick and >Tim." Leslie said. >Bruce noted Tim's vital signs "Good, the lad's >deteriorating." >"Alfred, you need to release the time lock!" Bruce >said gently. >The old man nodded and stood up with difficulty, he >unsteadily walked to the door and released the lock. >Leslie and Bruce suited up and entered the room >through the air locks. While Leslie administered the >anti virus injection to the two young men, Bruce >helped his old friend back to the chair. >Within the hour both Dick and Tim were showing signs >of recovery, they were both out of danger. >"They're fit young men Bruce, recovery shouldn't take >too long." Leslie assured him. >Bruce had brought another gurney in to the room and >insisted Alfred lay down. >While Leslie sat with the patients, Bruce was >reviewing Professor Whiting's notes. Leslie these >don't make sense. I am no Virologist, but surly if a >virus had been made by splicing together two known >viruses, you'd try out know cures for those viruses >first? >"Of course you would Bruce, you eliminate every >obvious possibility first." Leslie was reading through >the print off of the findings that Bruce had given >her. "I don't understand it either." Leslie said. "Why >if all that was required to make the cure was cells >from a patient who'd had Scarlet Fever didn't >Professor Whiting find the cure hours ago." Leslie >demanded. "A man of Professor Whiting's stature would >surly have thought of that?" >Bruce collected the vials of newly distilled cure >ready to deliver it to the hospital. "I think he does >know Leslie, he was just biding his time before he >announced to the world that he'd found the miracle >cure. In fact I think he's always know what the cure >was, because he made the virus in the first place." >Leslie looked shocked. "No I don't believe it! Why >would he do that Bruce? He's a doctor. No doctor would >risk people's lives just for the glory." >"I think Professor Whiting wanted slightly more than >glory." >With that Batman left the cave to deliver the cure. On >route he contacted Commissioner Gordon. Who met him at >the hospital. "Jim the cure was a simple one, an >undergraduate student would have thought of, yet our >great Professor failed to consider it. Why, firstly >because he needed maximum publicity and what better >way to get it in Gotham than deaths from another new >plague, lots of deaths. Then our great Professor would >find a cure and save the day." >"So he just want's to be a hero?" Gordon asked shaking >his head. >"No, the University were going to cut his funding. >After the accident when Desmond Wade was hurt people >were getting worried about the cavalier way in which >the Professor was approaching his research. Several >large sponsors had withdrawn money from the >department. So it had been decided to scale down the >Biological Research division. He needed a way to make >sure it stayed open." >Gordon shook his head again, "Nineteen deaths. He let >nineteen people die for that?" >"People have committed mass murder for less." Batman >added. >As Batman and Gordon entered the University lab a >young police officer and several frightened students >and research assistants met them. >"It's Professor Whiting," one young woman said. "He's >taken a specimen of MK781 into the Biohazard chamber. >He forced everyone out and has sealed the door." >"MK781?" Batman asked. >"A new mutant Smallpox virus, it's deadly. We >developed it for possible defence use. It's fast >acting and affective, 100% mortality rate but only a >life span of one hour the young Doctor explained. The >idea was to bombard enemy positions then troops could >safely enter the area within an hour to find every >living thing dead or dying." >"That's inhumane." Batman muttered. >"No it's not!" a voice boomed over a loud speaker. >"Think of all the wars it will prevent. If your enemy >knows you have this type of weapon." >"Shouldn't he be wearing one of those suites?" Gordon >asked, looking at the man. He had on a lab coat but no >other protection. >"No Commissioner, you see I don't intend going to >jail." The Professor said. With that he removed the >top off a flask containing the Virus. >"Oh my God!" the young researcher moaned. >"But nineteen lives?" Batman asked, "Was saving this >facility be worth nineteen lives?" >"Nineteen, nine hundred perhaps even nine thousand. >Our work here is worth more than just one or two >lives." >The man was now showing signs of acute illness. >Batman stared at him coldly. "That's where we >disagree. Nothing is worth the sacrifice of a single >life. Every life matters and is precious." Batman said >his voice held an icy edge. With that he just walked >away. He had no wish to watch the man die. >Dick was sat up looking quizzically around the >makeshift medical centre. Tim was awake but preferred >to lay back on his pillows both young men look much >better. Bruce put on a mask and gown and joined Leslie >in the isolation area. He stopped to squeeze Alfred's >arm, then went to stand by the young men's beds. >"Welcome back!" he said to them both. >"Hi Bruce." Tim said weakly. >"What, happened?" Dick asked. >"Your ever empty stomach, got you into trouble again >Grayson." Came Oracle's relieved voice over the >speaker. She was using the two-way link to monitor >their recovery. >"So, this was food poising?" Tim asked. >"In a way." Bruce explained what had happened. >"Next time I have to go to a charity event I am going >to get Alfred to make a pack up that I can take with >me. Then I won't have to eat the food there." Dick >said seriously. >"I don't think that would work Master Dick." Alfred >murmured sleepily. "As they haven't invented a lunch >box big enough, for me to pack enough food into so as >to prevent you from nibbling party treats." >Tim laughed and Dick threw his pillow at him. >"Boy's I insist you get some rest!" Leslie said >sternly. >"I don't feel tired." Dick complained. >"Can't we watch the film?" Tim asked. >"Alfred, did you make that popcorn?" Dick called. >The old man didn't answer, and all three young men >looked towards where their friend was laid concerned. >Leslie, who was sat holding Alfred's hand, smiled. >"He's just asleep, like you two should be. Now settle >down." She quietly admonished the two invalids. >"I'll record the film." Bruce said as he turned down >the lights. >"No thanks Bruce. It's wasn't a film I really wanted >to see." Dick said. "I wouldn't mind some popcorn >though!" >Leslie could be heard laughing softly as Bruce left >the room shaking his head.
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