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Chapter 2

"Tt, Grayson you don't know how pathetic your swordsmanship is." Damian Wayne sneered as he parried Nightwing's attempt to slash at his torso.

"Robin, I trained with acrobats for most of my childhood, you had the league of assassins, and trained under the master swordsman Ra's al Ghul." Dick countered trying to regain his balance.

"You were Batman's original protégé. Too bad he couldn't meet me previously, he would have never taken pity on you; instead he would have focused all of his effort on his real son." Damian snorted while circling Nightwing.

"Maybe he should have, you have the ego of a small country. You could have learned a little more than sparring, you could have developed his keen sense of humility." Dick winked at the younger hero.

"Humility for the people who deserve my respect, yes. You have not earned that Grayson. Two weeks training with me while my father is away does not entitle you to my respect. You are merely an overqualified babysitter. Shouldn't you be in your own city right now?" Damian questioned.

Dick sighed, "I wish I could be there right now, not that it has anything to do with you, Damian. I just miss my own city. Gotham will always be my home, but you know this more than anyone: sometimes everyone just needs to stretch their wings."

Damian struck Dick with the hilt of the blade with as much force he could muster and sent him flying out of the ring.

"I have no patience for horribly timed puns."

Before he could comprehend what happened, Damian felt a mild electric shock throughout his body. The next thing he felt was his face hitting the ground. So, the circus freak has finally managed to distract me.

"I wasn't an acrobat for a joke." Dick laughed while helping Damian up from the ground.

"So I see. Well Grayson-" Damian began.

"CALLING ALL UNITS! CALLING ALL UNITS! EXPLOSIONS IN THE DOWNTOWN CORE HAVE ESCALATED TO ALL PUBLIC BUILDINGS. WE NOW HAVE CONFIRMATION THAT ARKHAM ASYLUM HAS BEEN STRUCK. 2/11 ON ROUTE TO CONTAIN AR-"

The static clung in the air as the GCPD broadcast dwindled. The two sparring heroes sprang into action and suited up, ready to intercept whatever was happening downtown.

Alfred bounded down the steps ready to control the communications and the computer.

Turning to the duo, "I will contact Master Bruce as soon as I can, he will have to cut his Wayne Enterprises meetings overseas for the time being. I urge you, have the utmost caution. Master Damian, please listen to Master Richard."

"Understood Pennyworth," Damian nodded.

Oracle POV

Clutching Brody, she grappled over the ruins of the city. Staring at the damage below, Barbra knew that the explosions would cease. According to the GCPD's last broadcast the wreckage included the Eastern District, Upper East Side, Tricorner, and Amusement Mile, and Arkham Asylum. The Industrial District had for the most part remained untouched. That was curious, she would have to investigate further there. Yet, she had to bring Brody to safety, she considered one of her bunkers, but there was no one to look after him there. Snapping her out of her reverie, he spoke.

"Batgirl, what is that?" Brody inquired.

Batgirl looked to what he was staring at, the bat-signal was deformed, and in its place an image of the bat separated into jagged pieces. Clearly a subtle image indeed, Barbra thought sarcastically. Yet, she was slightly anxious, she had dealt with many criminals before. But to organize an event this catastrophic with well-timed explosions meant that they weren't dealing with the normal run of the mill criminals. This took skill, money, and assumingly old power to conduct such a feat. Gothamites were dying, scared, and looking for saviours. This symbol would crush morale in the city. For the first time that night, Barbra had to keep on checking her father's position. She worried for him, he was a good man and one of the best things to happen to the GCPD in a long time. After Loeb's demise, he had risen through the ranks of the system, first as lieutenant then captain, then emerged to become the city's police commissioner. He would most likely be positioned in the worst of the areas (by his demands of course).

"Batgirl?" Brody asked once again.

"It's nothing to be scared of, don't worry. You're going to a good friend of mine, you'll know him as Agent A. I have to patrol the city and do my part. Can you promise me that you'll try your best to be good for him?"

"I'll be good, promise."

For the rest of the way to the Manor it was silent in the sky. Barbra let out a sigh of relief, the damage was substantial. The downtown core was demolished and the water mains were damaged. No doubt a full response from the Red Cross was needed, it was likely that Bruce would donate to save face. The city would rely on the old families to help them to their feet once again. Yet, Barbra knew the night was only just starting.

She made her way to the outskirts of Gotham, thankfully the Manor was farther from the city; it would have surely been a target in the city.

It was situated beyond the North Bridge and away from the major roads. One would need to travel to a more desolate stretch of road to reach the Manor.

Barbra flew in adjacent to the cave entry, this entry way was hidden from the outside. Hell, Barbra almost forgot where it was, the vegetation had concealed most of the entrance. Thankfully, it was only moss and shrubs. Pushing them out of the way she led Brody into the cave. Once inside she activated the secret panel and typed in the code: 91939.

"Agent A," she called out carefully, she knew Alfred would know that she had a guest with her.

"Batgirl, thank heavens you're alright. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? Nightwing and Robin have left. Batman is aware of what is happening, and is on route."

"I have a special guest Agent, his name is Brody. I'm not sure where his parents are. I couldn't leave him in the streets. Not with the violence that is going on out there. Can you please keep him here? I don't want to have to take him anywhere else, it's dangerous in Gotham right now."

"What appears to have happened is indeed catastrophic, I understand your concerns. The boy will be safe with me. I urge you, Batgirl take all precautions necessary."

"I will," turning to Brody, "I trust you'll be fine here?"

Brody nodded, before Barbra could turn around, he hugged her torso. Barbra smiled and hugged the young child back.

Barbra exited the cave once more and made her way back to Gotham. She decided that she would head over to Arkham. The strike against the infrastructure allowed for the dangerous "patients" to emerge from the facility. She desperately hoped the Joker's cell miraculously remained closed, but she doubted it would.

Red Hood POV

Jason Todd had always allowed his anger to consume him, this night would be no different than any other. When he felt the explosions near his safe house he knew this was only the beginning, yet he couldn't imagine their plans going into effect so fast. From what he knew the plans were not going to be in effect for a long while. It's too soon, he thought to himself. Despite his lingering doubts he trifled through his gun rack and grabbed spares of everything. His utility belt was similar to Bruce's yet he carried the weapons with the intentions to kill rather than stun. With his guiding hand, Gotham would still have the drug trade, but it would be controlled and no one would dare to sell to kids. He believed that if crime levels dwindled it would allow for qualified vigilantes to regulate the underground world. Innocent people would be left out of the mess of the underworld. Jason knew he needed to find them and their base. If he found where they were hiding he knew there was a greater chance of saving innocent lives. With that in mind, Jason prepared himself to emerge in the wreckage and come out unscathed.