A/N: Hey, everybody! Welcome to the new chapter story! It's Batman Beyond and we are going to jump right in! So, just you guys can have all of the particulars, here is the breakdown:
1. This is the sequel to my previous Batman Beyond chapter story, "Walk Your Path." (Exciting right?)

2. There are lot of references that you will get if you read my last story. Not a ton but it will make this story easier to follow.

3. This story does deal with character death, hence the T rating. Other than that, there is just a lot of action. No vulgar or offensive language and even the action isn't that bad but I just don't want anyone blindsided. I made that mistake with a recent fic and I want to make sure that this is clearly stated early.

We all clear? Good! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to Batman Beyond. The rights to the show are the property of their respective owners.

Prologue

He stepped out of prisoner transport and looked around.

Blackgate Prison. Some of the worse criminal offenders in the world were here; vile scum who would never see the light of day again.

This was no place for a king… especially not the King of the Royal Flush Gang. But nevertheless here he was.

King stepped off of the transport and was escorted to his solitary cell. Small place. Barely any room for a person to change their mind. What a place to spend the next fifty years… at least. The very idea of going from being on top of a criminal empire to being no better than common gutter trash was ridiculous but he had no choice. This was his bed and now he had to lie in it.

The first few days were maddening; all he could hear was the noise of the other inmates: either his fellow solitary inmates who were constantly scratching the walls or those in the yard who seemed to fight with each other every day for some reason or another. At night, he didn't need any extra noise to keep him awake; his own hatred did that plenty.

They'd pay. All of them would pay. Especially Batman. But no one more than his former family. All he could think about was how all of them, his entire family, had betrayed him and left him to rot. Those worthless children and that witch of a wife he once had. He would escape. He would have his revenge. No matter how long it took, no matter what it took, all of his enemies would pay. He would make them all pay.

His thoughts were interrupted one night when the prison shook… very violently. King looked around as the slight tremor subsided. It suddenly started again and the whole prison began to shake. It shook violently, almost as if the whole prison was about to be ripped off the foundation. Alarms went off. Guards rushing this way and that. Standing on his bed, King got to his window and see what the commotion was. He couldn't see anything from his view point, though; the extra curse of his small cell. There was a shockwave the ripped through a large portion of the prison. Another loud shockwave was heard outside of his cell. King stepped down off of bed to set himself firmly on the floor as the rattling increased in intensity. The door to his cell, and the adjoining wall, suddenly broke apart. King had to duck down and dodge the resulting debris.

King looked up and saw a man wearing a black jumpsuit with a white apparatus of some kind over his arms and shoulders. And a white helmet.

The former leader of the Royal Flush Gang knew this man, immediately, if only be reputation. He stood to his feet. "Shriek, I believe."

Shriek nodded. "And you're King, right?"

"Indeed."

"Well, your Majesty, I believe you are in need of escape."

"I can't but agree."

They made their exit from the prison, running toward the ocean with Shriek causing destruction and havoc all along the way. The sound villain activated several of his traps along the way, nearly burying or trapping all of the occupants in the prison in rubble. They ran on, King seeing that they were headed to a boat tied to the rocks. Shriek looked back to see more guards approaching; he aimed his gauntlet at them and blew them away. They hurried to the boat to find Shriek's assistant getting ready to cast off.

"Get ready to take off, Ollie," Shriek ordered.

Ollie looked at King. "New friend?"

"Shut up!"

Ollie hurried off to do as he was told. They started to take off away from the prison island. They looked to see a few aerial ships coming in to attack. He fired one more sonic blast and knocked the ships right out of the sky.

After they were destroyed, King smirked. "Your methods are rather… ostentatious."

"You're one to talk," Shriek replied. He looked toward Ollie. "Activate the cloaking and keep heading east."

"You got it," Ollie nodded.

Shriek and King sat below deck. Shriek removed his helmet and nodded at his fellow compatriot.

"I heard you had lost your hearing," King pointed out.

Shriek pointed at his headphones, "I do what I can."

"Indeed. Thank you for the escape."

"Don't mention it."

"But, I must ask, why free me?"

Shriek sat down, "Because I have a plan that might interest you. In fact, I have something very big planned and I need your assistance."

"How big?"

Shriek smiled, devilishly. "The complete and total destruction of Gotham City. That sound big enough for you?"

King paused for a few seconds and considered the scope of what he was just told. "My good man…" he smiled, "that sounds just perfect."

A/N: So, what do you think? I know it's just a prologue but I want your opinion. Believe me, it's so very much helped me in the past. REVIEWS!

Next Chapter: Resurgence

The Gotham Knights learn of Shriek and King's escape and the villains begin to make preparations to face their common enemy.

See you next time!