AN: After a long time trying to figure out if I wanted to leave it as a one-shot or if I could do a story out of it. Originally, I wanted to do a story about Helena becoming the Huntress, but I couldn't quite think of a decent story. Hopefully, I have one here, but only if people are interested in seeing it go like this. If not, I can always revert it back to being a one-shot.

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"Yes, I understand," Senator Neil Hendricks spoke into his phone, "I do understand that he is quite old. I do understand that he had passed the requirements of his therapy, but it still doesn't mean a thing to me. He is still a threat, one that must be contained forever."

"Drink, sir?" the young red-haired stewardess offered him.

"No, thanks," Senator Hendricks dismissed her, before returning to the conversation on the phone, "What makes me think he's still a threat? What about his breakout twenty years ago?"

Having attended an important function in New York, the Senator was on his flight back to Gotham City to resume his mayoral campaign. Election wasn't far away and the biggest debate happening was whether or not to release the Joker from Arkham Asylum. Having been in there for thirty years, the Joker had recently been declared sane and his parole was approaching. There were some people who believed he should be released to live the remainder of his years in solitude, while others protested against his release, saying that he should rot in the mental institution. Senator Hendricks was one of the people who believed in the latter, being able to remember the Joker's chaotic spree and the Batman's efforts to capture him.

"Well, when I'm mayor, I'll show the people how merciful I can be when I spare them from having to suffer from the Joker ever again."

Hanging up, Senator Hendricks sighed and leaned back in his chair, intent on enjoying the last of his flight before he launched himself into his campaign in Gotham.

"I mean not to pry," said the stewardess, "Troubles?"

"More than I thought," Senator Hendricks replied, "Can you believe that people actually want that madman free? What, they think that a few scraps of paper mean anything? And they say that I'm losing touch with humanity. Quite the opposite, my dear. I'm trying to protect humanity. Guess they've forgotten the past."

"Well, it has been a long time, sir."

Senator Hendricks glanced at the stewardess. She was young, probably in her early twenties, with short cropped red hair and bright blue eyes. She appeared to be a little naïve, but as Senator Hendricks watched, her demeanour suddenly changed and she dropped the tray before straddling Senator Hendricks' lap. Before he could protest, she had a gun under his chin, her other hand grasping a fistful of hair. His guards went to defend him, but the other guards suddenly shot them, as one man approached the pair. He was tall, well-built and good looking, as he produced a flat screen device and held it out to Senator Hendricks' face. The politician struggled as best as he could in the stewardess' grip, but she held him tight, as blue lasers were emitted from the device, scanning the politician's face, as henchmen grabbed his hands and began taking scans of his fingerprints with their own devices.

"What the hell is going on? Who are you people?" Senator Hendricks demanded.

"Well, this man here is Basil Karlo, but soon, he'll be Senator Neil Hendricks," the stewardess replied, "And I am Duela Dent, at your service."

"Whatever it is you're planning, you won't get away with it."

"Really? You're going to be dead anyway, so what do you care?"

Grinning, Duela turned towards the cockpit, where she was able to see one of her men piloting the plane. A smirk appeared on her face and she turned back to Basil.

"I hope you've got your parachute ready."

Without waiting for reply, she shot the pilot in the head, laughing giddily to herself as the plane pitched out of control and headed straight for the open waters of Gotham City.

-X-

The plane touched down on the runway, slowly to a stop and disgorging its passengers, their loved ones waiting for them. One such man stood with them, although it wasn't exactly a loved one he was waiting for. Tall and slender, but one who obviously worked out, he appeared cheerful and friendly on the outside, while harbouring a dark side that only a select few knew about, let alone see. He looked anxious, as if being around huge crowds weren't good for his nerves and he was constantly checking both his watch and arrival times. Finally, his patience won out and a smile came to his face when he saw her. She was young, in her early twenties and quite attractive, no doubt inheriting those genes from her parents. Like her father, she was tall, but she was lithe like her mother, with hazelnut eyes and her long dark hair tied back into a professional ponytail. Wearing a business suit and skirt, she quickly spotted him waiting for her and with a large smile; she made her way over to him.

"Uncle John, good to see you," she greeted.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Helena?" John Blake said, "Welcome to Gotham City."

"So, this is it, huh? It doesn't seem anything like what my parents told me about it."

"A lot has changed. Shall we?"

Helena Wayne nodded her agreement and followed John out to the car park. He had offered to take her luggage, but she gently declined, preferring to take it herself. She was constantly looking around in awe, unable to believe that she was finally in the city where her parents had lived. Even though she hadn't exactly been told much about Gotham, it still left her with the desire to see it, so when she was offered the chance to make a business deal for her father's company, Helena happily took it. At twenty-one years of age, to the big corporate members, she seemed like a young girl who had no idea of the world around her, but their minds were always changed following a meeting with her. Since she had travelled around the world from a young age, Helena had a good head for business, her father grooming her to hopefully take over the family business he had established in Italy.

"You know, I'm actually surprised your father would let you even come here," John said as they drove down the streets of Gotham.

"I managed to convince him, although that was no small feat," Helena replied, "There was no-one better for the job. And I argued that it would make sense that I am the one to seal the deal, even though Wayne isn't my last name in this city."

"And let me guess, he agreed as long as you stayed out of trouble?"

"Now what trouble could I possibly get into here?"

"Gotham City may look good on the outside, but it still has its dark secrets, its organised crime running behind the scenes. The Falcone family is slowly taking back the streets."

"I'm sure I can handle myself. Besides, once this deal is done, I'm heading home."

"Good. The last thing I need is your father berating me for getting you into trouble."

"If that does happen, I'll just tell him that it was my fault."

-X-

"The Javelin Hornet F-26 is a sophisticated piece of aircraft. Not only it is capable of hitting speeds of Mach five, but it also silent, invisible to radar and able to hover like a helicopter, making it the perfect aerial combat unit."

Wayne Enterprises CEO Harold Emmerich showed the board members the layout for the new prototype jet fighter, hoping to have them sold on the idea. After taking over the business from a retiring Lucius Fox, Emmerich wanted to expand the business, believing there was potential in every aspect of the field. Although he still kept to the philanthropy of the business, much like Lucius before him, Emmerich began to dabble in weaponry and Special Forces equipment. After the occupation over twenty years ago, in which Emmerich had been a young man, witnessing the horrors that Bane had enforced onto the city, he wanted to have some kind of response system in case it ever happened again. He had signed deals for the Army to create new weaponry and defensive equipment, and now with his latest project, he wanted the approval to go ahead. He had spent the past year dreaming of the Javelin and now it was time to see that dream realised. It was a good thing he had a genius in Applied Sciences.

"Are you sure we need to spend more money on weaponry?" a board member asked, "Personally, I think we should think of our other projects. We've been neglecting them for a little too long. I don't think Lucius Fox would agree to this."

"Lucius Fox isn't here. It's time for a new age," Emmerich said, "We are still devoted to our main cause, but just because we live in peaceful times doesn't mean we can be lax. I'm sure half of you remember the occupation? This is a better alternative. Trust me."

"And what if someone was to get their hands on this?" came a new voice.

Everyone turned to the doorway, as Helena walked confidently walked in, a file in her hand as she joined Emmerich at the front of the group, looking at the project layout.

"It looks great and all, but in the wrong hands, it's too dangerous," she said, "Especially with the computer system you have for it, in which it is capable of pinpointing weak spots and exposing them with missile fire. Terrorists would have a field day with it."

"I'm sorry and just who the hell are you?" Emmerich demanded, flustered at this newcomer's sudden presence.

"I'm Helena Bertinelli of the Robinson Incorporation. I'm here for the big deal that could improve your business, but that'll all be on you and how you perform, Mr. Emmerich," she smiled.

"Oh," was all Emmerich could say.

-X-

AN: So, think I should continue it?