(Yeah. Here we see the Flock growing up, as Gotham's youngest criminals).
In the Cobbblepot home, Max was designing her weapon. Her father was teaching Ari to use a weaponized umbrella.
Penguin said to his son, "No, we don't pull the trigger, but rather squeeze it."
Ari took aim, and squeezedthe trigger. Hitting the statue of Batman in the room. He whispered $still a little too far to the right."
Max could only laugh at her father's words to her brother. She placed her handle on her weaponized umbrella. She said, "Well.. pretty good, if I do say so myself." She decided to test the new weapon. She aimed for the replaceable bomb on her left, and fired. It was successful.
Riddler yelled, "Max! Don't hurt yourself!" Always the concerned grandfather.
Max yelled, "I'm fine, Grandpa! Just testing my weapons!" She walked up the stairs, and saw her grandfather standing in front of the door. She asked, "Something wrong?" She knew that her family would only stand in front of the door, if something was wrong.
Riddler said, "No. Just annoyed,,that you test your weapon in the house." He looked to the clock, "How would you like to help me on something?"
Max replied, "Sure, gramps." She followed him to his laboratory.
Riddler said, "Since your father is teaching your brother how to build one of these weapons.." He smiled "How would you like to help me build this?"
Max looked at the plans for a trap. She said, "Sure. Why not?"
So.. For the next few hours, Riddler and his granddaughter built a magnificent trap.
(League of Assassins base, Gotham Underground).
Fang stood in the center of the room. Multiple Assassins facing him. His training session.
Skilled with a sword, Fang slaughtered the Assassins. Ones his grandfather could easily replace.
As Fang killed them.. His mother and grandfather were watching.
Ra's simply whispered, "My grandson is certainly capable. But he still has a long way to go, before he can become my successor."
Fang heard him. He didn't care. True, he'd known how to fight, since he learned how to walk. But, becoming part of the League of Assassins was a minor thing. Particularly, being leader. While he thought he could do rather well as the demon's head.. He thought of other, more important things.
While he slaughtered his opponents.. His mind strayedelsewhere. He thought of Max. His best friend. He decided to take another trip to her home, when he was done here.
The match concluded. Fang stood, victorious. He said, bowing to his mother and grandfather, "Great one. I ask you to allow me to travel to the city of Gotham."
Ra's saw the boy's intent.. And determination. He said, "Yes. Later. After you have completed your training. The next leader of the League of Assassins, must always be ready. For anything. You have one more opponent to face." Ra's stood up, "Myself."
(We'll get to that next chapter).
(In another part of Gotham).
A heist was going on. Equipment being stolen. Equipment to help Nora Fries.
The criminals.. Victor Fries.. AKA Mister Freeze, and his son, James 'Iggy" Fries. Aka, Absolute Zero.
Mr Freeze yelled, "Be sure to collect all of the equipment James." He picked up his gun, "Nora won't survive without it "
Iggy yelled, "Yes, Dad." He got what he could. Using Freeze grenades around the building. Freezing the guards. He asked, "Mom's chamber needs this stuff?"
Mr Freeze replied, "Drastically."
Iggy said, "Alright. Well, just needed to make sure." They took the equipment, and made it back to their makeshift home.
Iggy said, "Dad.. You sure you need me?" He looked down, "Ykur heists are probably getting harder to accomplish, with a blind man helping you."
Freeze replied, "You're my son. Even if you can't see me.. I love you. You aren't entirely helpless, though." He took something out of his pocket, "I was going to wait till later. But here's your gift."
Iggy hadn't expected a gift. He felt his father give it to him. Freeze said, "Put them over your eyes." Iggy did as his father said. He closed his useless eyes, as he put the gift over them. He opened them.. he saw. What ever it was.. he saw. He saw the massive metal suit, that protected his father. He said, "Thank you, Dad."
