(Yes. I did a rewrite, of Gotham Exploration. I felt that, the first time wasn't good enough. Including the fact, that I WAY underplayed the Joker, in the first chapter. So, instead, the Flock will be saved, from a few Erasers instead. Don't worry. We'll see the Joker soon. Just, a bit later in the story. Now, on with it!)

(Max P.O.V.)

I looked ahead to see where we were going. The sign said, "Welcome to Gotham City." I sighed. That was NOT, where we needed to be. From D.C. to Arizona, there's a lot of distance. But this city, was a lot closer to D.C. then it is to Arizona.

Iggy yelled, "Max! Where are we?! Are we at least close?" He was cranky that he didn't get, to blow anything up on the way.

I turned to blind friend and said, "No, Iggy. We're in some place called, 'Gotham City.'" I didn't exactly feel like conversation, after all we were in the wrong place.

I heard Nudge babble "Oh my God! THE Gotham City?! I heard about this place! This is where some Bat-guy is supposed to live! They say he beats criminals up, and just disappears! Plus, they have AMAZING SHOPPING!"

Oh, Nudge. So eager to shop and socialize. Though, that thing about the "Bat-guy" sounded pretty interesting. Could he be from the School? If not, who made him?

Suddenly, Gazzy yelled, "Max! I'm tired! We've been flying forever! Can we please land!"

He had a point. Even MY wings, were staring to hurt. I called out, "Alright! We're going to land here! Stay together, and if you see an Eraser, just yell!"

We landed on one of the rooftops, and I felt my wings finally relax. Then, I saw something. A guy dressed in a filthy black trench coat, a baseball cap and sunglasses, ripped jeans, and brown shoes. He had that kinda rape-face on him.

He said, in a thick Boston accent, "Well... If it ain't those bird kids, we heard about on the News." About ten more guys, dressed just like him showed up. They all had one thing in common. They were wearing a patch, with a Penguin on it. The head guy says, "I saw what they did in New York. The Feds are looking for 'em. Even offering a reward, for anyone. Even our boss." He held up a phone saying, "President offers reward, for bird children's return to DC. Anyone welcome, to claim reward." Damn! Even HE knows about us now.

The thug grinned and said "So..." He picked up a knife, and turned to the other thugs, "How much do ya think the ol' Commander in Chief will pay, to have these kids?"

One guy said, "That dumbass ain't got no money! The boss'll know what to do with 'em!"

They all yelled, "Yeah! Penguin always knows!"

Oh boy. Not Erasers, but still a threat. I mean yeah, we could take these guys, since they were normal guys. But ten full grown men, against six genetically altered children and one talking dog? Who do you think would win?

Suddenly, I heard a noise. Two heads, being knocked against one another. Then, all ten crooks started shaking, when they saw something. A shadow, with pointed ears. Almost like... Bat ears. Then, someone jumped and hit one of the crooks, in the face. Then, he beat down about half of 'em. In the past ten seconds, I saw five guys get punched, kicked, and body slammed into unconsciousness. Then three more guys pulled out guns, and the guy threw something at them. It knocked the guns, right out of their hands. He jumped on them, and hit them unconscious. Then, the last remaining guy, took out a gun and had me in a chokehold.

The crook said, "Alright, Bat! Here's the deal. You let me go, I don't kill this girl, and Penguin hears nothing about this. Okay?"

I bit the guy. Yeah, childish I know, but I bit the guy. I bit his arm. Then, he screamed in pain, and threw me against the wall. He prepared his gun, and the 'Bat,' threw another thing at him. Then, the crook was punched. Repeatedly. In numerous places. Then, he was held up against the same wall, that I was just a second ago.

The guy who saved, interrogated the crook. He said in a loud, booming, scary kind of voice, "Why did Penguin send you out here? What does he want?" Jeez. If that's his voice, imagine what he must look like. Yeah, he was in the shadows this whole time. I couldn't see anything, other than the pointy ears. The crook didn't reply to the guy, but my mysterious savior broke his arm. Almost bent it backwards. He yelled to the crook, "TALK!' Damn. He was determined.

The crook replied in fear, "Okay! Okay! My boss, Penguin, he told me there was a reward for those kids!" He pointed me and the rest of the Flock. He then said, "Penguin wanted us to catch 'em, and take 'em back the Iceberg Lounge. Said he wanted to see what made 'em so special, and then ship 'em off to DC! That's all I know, I swear!"

The shadowy guy said, "Thanks." Then, he gave him a head but. The crook was out cold.

The Flock rushed to me, and checked me for wounds. Then the guy walked out from the shadows, and he was... Terrifying. He looked like a half-man, half-bat creature. He asked me, "Are alright?"

I looked at him, in fear and gratitude, "Y-Yeah." I stood up and said, "I'm fine." Physically speaking, I was fine. But I was still... Kind of afraid of this guy.

Then, I heard something. Sirens. I turned around, and saw police lights. I looked to the Flock and made sure they were ready to leave. I turned around again, and saw that the 'Bat-guy,' was gone.

I told the Flock in my usual, order giving attitude, "Act like we got kidnapped!"

The asked,"What?" Fang looked like he understood, but wasn't happy with it. Our oh beloved pyros, Iggy and Gazzy, along with Nudge, looked like they had no idea. Angel, just looked, like she was questioning the idea.

I said, "Either that, or an arrest for beating down these guys." Truth be told, I really didn't know what to do. But, I know that cops can be assuming. So we all got down on the ground, and the cops break down the door.

One of them, a big guy in a gray trench coat and mobster hat, said in a gruff voice and Boston accent, "Well... (Sigh) Looks like the Bat's been here already." He looked to us and said, "Get them to the truck. We're takin' em back to the Precinct."

Oh crap. If these cops are anything like a certain FBI agent we encountered before, I am going to scream in that precinct.

(Batman POV)

I looked to the sight, as Bullock hauled the children off. I took the evidence from Penguin's goon, and decided to analyze the kids, the eldest being at most fourteen, new to Gotham, and already there's a reward for them. Explains what Penguin wants with them. But what was the reward for? As the truck carrying the six children headed toward Central Gotham, I got in the Batmobile and followed. That girl... The oldest one, with the blonde hair. Something about her seemed... Familiar.

(A/N: Okay. First chapter of rewrite done. Yes. I know my Maximum Ride stories are not very good, so I'm rewriting them. So, hope you enjoyed chapter one, I'll be rewriting the other ones, and I'll see you later.)