"Gotham has a rich history, a very rich one dating back to the 17th century. A history that has been marred by bad times as well as the good ones, but what city isn't like that?"

Terry took a moment to look out at the crowd before him. They were at the Grand Hall where he was throwing a fundraiser, but for what, he was yet to reveal. It was a decision he had formulated and received backing from not only Helena, but also the Board, who enthusiastically agreed with his suggestion. Over the past two years old, Terry had often wondered if what he was doing was right as CEO of Wayne Enterprises, but with the experience of the Board behind him, he felt he was doing okay and that things would get better with his new project. He just hoped that everyone else was as enthusiastic as the Board had been. It was virtually one giant change for Gotham City and it was very ambitious.

"We all get nostalgic over the past and many of us like to live in the present, but what about the future? What does our great city hold for us? While we are a city who enjoy the title of being one of the oldest cities, the truth is that we're not up to speed with the rest of the world. Basically what I'm saying is I wish to see a more modern Gotham City, an advanced city that is looking towards the future and thus ensuring the future of the next generation."

He tapped the disc in front of him and a large, three-dimensional, holographic map of Gotham City appeared before the crowd, revealing the many changes that would take place in the city, reflecting a very modern Gotham that would be up to speed with the rest of the world.

"As you can see, there would be a multitude of skyscrapers and apartments that would help stimulate the economy for many years to come," Terry said, "It's an investment worth investing in. We have many donators and we are looking for more. So please, join me in helping to shape a bigger and brighter Gotham for the future."

There was an applause from the crowd, all agreeing with his vision and Helena smiled from her position behind Terry as she applauded. Despite his protests that he shouldn't be running the company, he had come along really well over the last couple of years, thanks to her father and the Board willing to back Terry and give him the experience he needed.

"If you have any questions, Miss. Wayne would be more than happy to answer them," Terry said.

Helena rolled her eyes humorously, but she went to the podium, clapping Terry on the shoulder as she passed him. He had never been that great of a public speaker, but oh had things changed and Helena knew she had made the right decision in putting him in charge.

"Thank you everyone," Helena spoke to the crowd, "Like Mr. McGinnis said, if you have any questions, just ask and I will answer them for you."

-X-

The symbol of the Huntress shined in the night sky, reminding the crooks that she was out on the streets tonight. The lesser criminals who saw it made the right decision to stay indoors, given the stories about the Huntress and what she was capable of. But now things had changed and while it had been bad enough for the criminals that the Huntress prowled the streets, it had gotten worse with the return of Batman and his new sidekick, Red Robin. Criminal activity had dropped since their arrivals, but for those who worked for the Great White Shark, it was just another night of business, making sure that they never crossed paths with any of the costumed crime-fighters. While they would too prefer to stay indoors, they were more afraid of the Great White Shark than they were of the Huntress or Batman, due to the stories about the Mob boss having a habit of eating the people who displeased him. And their greater fear of the Mob boss was something that the Huntress was willing to change. She had come close to removing the Mob from Gotham until the Great White Shark suddenly appeared and seized control of the criminal empire, slowing rebuilding it piece by piece. No matter how many minions she went through, the Huntress wasn't getting any closer to finding the crime lord, with his thugs preferring to go to prison than reveal his location. Hopefully tonight, that was going to turn into the Huntress' favour.

She was at the Narrows, watching from the rooftops for anyone acting shifty, her silhouette visible against the skyline to remind any crook who saw her that breaking the law would be a bad idea and staying indoors would be a wise decision. She was about to change location when something caught her eye and she glided to another rooftop for a better look. And there he was, a member of the Whisper Gang, catching her gaze and giving her a taunting motion with his hand. The Whisper Gang was a Gotham branch of the Ukrainian Mob and they were one of the more violent gangs in Gotham, which was why the Great White Shark hired them to do his dirty work. However, the Huntress knew she had her work cut out for her if she wanted one of them to talk. When a new member joined the gang, they received extensive weapons training overseas, before being brought to the States. Then, they received a steel mask to cover their mouths upon initiation. The mask was soldered at the back of the head to prevent its removal, the idea being to prevent the member from snitching. And watching him, the Huntress knew that if there was one around, there would be more nearby. They were fearsome, tough, brutal and hard nuts to crack. The Huntress was tougher and she spread her cape, gliding towards the gangster as he ducked behind the apartments. No doubt he was going to try and lure her into a trap, dropping into the sewers. Extending the quarterstaff and lowering the night vision lenses, the Huntress followed after him, having no idea that she had been watched, the Red Hood standing atop a nearby apartment building, looking forward to the time when they could confront each other. Until then, he had other things to deal with.

There was a slight hint of movement and the Huntress brought her quarterstaff over her head to block the knife, then spun around and struck a Whisper Gang member on the side of his knee, then the face, bouncing him off the wall. The mask protected him from being knocked out, as more of the Whisper Gang poured into the tunnel, wielding crude knives, chains and spiked steel knuckle-dusters, hoping their numbers could overwhelm the Huntress. The first gangster she fought was felled by a horse kick to the groin and she turned the quarterstaff into a pair of fighting sticks, as the first of the gang fell upon her. Catching his knife on her right stick, the Huntress struck him on the knee with the left stick, then deflected a second gangster's fist while striking him on the elbow. He cried out in pain and the Huntress shoved him back, knocking down two more gangsters and she then kneed the down gangster in the back of the head. Whirling around, the Huntress blocked a knife coming for her head while driving her knee upwards into the gangster's head, then hit him on the nape when he doubled over, before hitting another gangster on his mask. A chain wrapped around her left arm, but the Huntress held fast, before yanking the gangster off his feet, but she was unable to deal with him due to another gangster rushing at her, catching her around the waist.

"Hey!"

The Whisper Gang whirled around and the Huntress struck the gangster on her, then got up with an audible groan, for Damian stood there, wearing a tri-weave elastic mesh suit that provided him with protection from blunt blows and knives, as well as projectile deflection, a domino mask over his eyes and a short, hooded cloak, a quarterstaff in his hands.

"What the hell is a kid doing here?" a gangster demanded.

"That's what I like to know," Helena muttered, then spoke louder, "Weren't we fighting?"

A gangster was struck in the face by one of her sticks and another gangster had his arm twisted behind his back when he tried to attack, the Huntress crushing his face against the tunnel wall. Damian attacked the nearest gangster by smashing him in the shin with the quarterstaff, then used him as a stepping stone to belt another gangster atop his head. Despite outnumbering the Wayne siblings three to one, the Whisper Gang were hammered by the pair, but the protection provided by their steel masks gave them a fighting chance. At least until Damian revealed a small gadget and tossed it onto the ceiling, then threw up his quarterstaff. Due to the power of the magnet, all the gangsters were yanked through the air and ended up dangling from the quarterstaff, leaving Damian very pleased with himself as he looked at his sister, who regarded him with annoyance.

"What?" Damian asked.

-X-

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Helena demanded, "The Whisper Gang are the most deadly gang in Gotham and you, a sixteen-year-old, thought you could take them on?"

"Uh, you were there also," Damian said, "I helped you back there and we had the upper hand. And if they're so dangerous, what makes you think you can fight them?"

"Because I can. I'm older, I've had far more training than you and I've got more experience."

The cave was alive with the siblings arguing. Helena still wore her outfit, sans mask, furious that her brother had not only made a suit, but followed her on her patrol and engaged in a fight with the Whisper Gang. Helena was just thankful he hadn't been injured or worse in the fight.

"Why are you so adamant at keeping me away from this?" Damian demanded, "This was Dad's legacy and we as his children should rightfully inherit it."

"This is not the life I want for you, Damian," Helena said.

"Oh, but it's completely okay for you to choose this life?" her brother retorted, "I'm sixteen, old enough to choose what I want to do in my life. I want to do this, Helena. You got to choose, why can't I? You say you're more trained and more experienced, so why don't you teach me, train me, help me so I can help you."

"I am your guardian, so I am responsible for you, okay? What happens if you get hurt or worse, killed?"

"What if the same happened to you, which it already has. You nearly died two years ago. You need me, sister. I mean, what was the point of our parents training us for stuff like this if you're not gonna let me do it?"

He had a point. Again. Helena worried her lower lip, trying to decide what to do. She didn't want him going down this path, but she could see the advantages of having him on her side against crime. But he was still young and she knew what this could do to someone, their father the living proof of that. However, she knew her brother and once he set his mind to something, he didn't let it go.

"Let me think about this, okay?" she relented, "Like, really think about it. This is important and it will change your life. You know what happened to our father. I just don't want that happening to you."

"Dad had no-one. I've got you," Damian said, "Think about it."

With that, he turned away and went to the computer, as Helena sighed, thinking it over while making her way over to the armoury to get changed.

-X-