"Jacob's back, man." Dan Myers told the bodyguard who stood outside the gate of the rave club, O' Neil's Cave.

The bodyguard flipped up his shades, nearly blinded from the midday sun as he watched Jacob Dixon flip down his grey hood and pull out a small bag of rolled bills. He gave a smile and happily picked up the bag from his hands. They exchanged a short hand slap and gave each other a bear hug.

"I heard you was a C.I., man." the bodyguard asked, seeing that Jacob had finally shaved.

"Nah, almost got in jail, though. Snitched on Biggie. Idiot tried to sell some drugs to the kids at the elementary school." Jacob replied, scratching his head.

"Good. Never liked him anyways. Go on in. You'll get a free drink." the bodyguard said, stuffing the money into his coat pocket.

Jacob nodded and went inside the club. Immediately, a loud vibration entered his ears and it was louder than the techno music itself. He walked over to the mirror and combed his blond hair backward as he adjusted his hood. Jacob was about 6'2, had bright brown eyes, a very tan complexion, and a few teeth out of place that made them push past his cheeks. He walked past a pretty bartender and gave her a smile before spinning over to the bar. The main bartender smiled and she immediately got out his favorite shot of hard liquor, Blue Fire. He gave her a smile and drank the glass in one quick gulp. He sighed as the burning liquid trailed down his throat and he looked around the Cave. There were only about ten people inside. It didn't surprise him. It was only past 3 in the afternoon. But tonight would be when the real fun could begin. He spotted the man he wanted to talk to and whistled loudly in his direction.

The man looked around for the source of the sound and spotted his former friend. He waved at him and ran over to the bar.

"Hey, Jake! What is up, dude? Haven't seen you for like two months!" the man said, slapping him on the shoulder and sitting beside him.

Jacob nodded and asked for another shot.

"What you doing back in Gotham, Dixon? Heard you were out in Keystone." he asked.

"Keystone's been dealt with. A couple of my partners got thrown in prison during a job. Didn't go well." Jacob replied quietly.

"Damn. Who was it?"

"Um... Joey? And Farmer's Market. Remember him?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I think so." the man said, not entirely in agreement with his statement.

The music switched over to a quieter beat and a few of the clubbers took a break, sitting all around Jacob and the other man. The bartender slipped a small napkin under Jacob's resting hand and he gave her a smirk. She refilled his shot glass and left the bar, lifting up the door and walking toward the restroom area. Jacob watched as the man turned his head away with a chuckle and he unfolded the letter. It read a brief and cryptic message.

Its been awhile baby. Come to the back when youre ready XOXO

"I'll be right back. Order something on me and use my glass. I'm done for right now." Jacob said, scooting his glass over to the other man before getting up.

"Have fun, man. You deserve a welcome back present!" the man said, taking a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and pouring a glassful.

He moved his body slightly to the beat and hummed along as he brushed by a large man wearing a small red tank top. They bumped shoulders and he looked Jacob up and down. After giving him a scowl for a moment, Jacob laughed quietly and moved ahead to the restrooms. He slid into the hallway and looked around for the bartender. He would have called out her name if he remembered what it was. He opened the men's restroom door and looked around, no sight of the pretty lady. He turned around and walked over to the women's room, opening the door and seeing the bartender washing her hands and giving him a smile.

"Miss me?" he asked her as she put her hands around the back of his head.

"Oh, yes. You're the reason I love Gotham, babe." he said, leaning in close with a smile.

She smiled back and jerked his head downward so she could whisper in his ear.

"That's funny, Jacob. You never even talked to me before today."

Jacob's eyes widened and she slammed her knee into his chest before drawing a snub pistol. He backed up into a stall and she laughed as he stood up straight.

"Who are you? Jacob's still in jail. You don't talk like him either." she said, the pistol aimed at his chest.

"What are you talking about? It's me! I wasn't the one who went to prison!" Jacob said sternly, trying not to raise his voice.

"Bull! Tell me who you are or I'll ki-!" the bartender began before Jacob kicked her in the chest, grabbed her gun, unloaded the chamber, and elbowed her in the bottom part of her jaw.

She fell to the ground unconscious and limp, slamming into the tile. Jacob looked around, tossing the circular bullet chamber into the trash can and stuffing the gun into the back part of the toilet behind him. He dragged the unconscious woman behind the stalls and sat her up against the trash can behind the stalls. He quickly looked in the mirror and saw that his hair had become unparted in an unnatural way. He combed it back to its original place and walked out of the bathroom after taking a few deep breaths. The music continued to thump in his ears and he saw the man painfully swallow down a shot of whiskey as he returned to his seat.

"That was... quick."

"Yep. Not much to say really. You know how I am." Jacob said.

The man nodded and handed the glass back to him. Jacob took it gladly and was about to pour another drink before the tank top man grabbed his shoulder and made him spill the whiskey all over his shirt. He groaned and looked at him with angry eyes.

"What's your deal?"

"You ain't Dixon. Who are you?" the large man asked, grabbing Jacob's wrist tightly.

Jacob grunted in pain and watched as the man ran to the bathroom and the rest of the people inside the club stood up and surrounded him. A few seconds later, the man returned and brandished a pistol of his own, hitting Jacob in the face and slamming him against the bar table. He shoved the gun's muzzle into his cheek and growled.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You're Brandon Steele, right?" Jacob asked, his speech distorted by the muzzle in his face.

"Of course!" Steele replied.

"Good. I have to ask you a few questions." Jacob replied with a dark tone, an ASP baton slid out from his sleeve and he gripped it tight.

Steele and a few of the clubbers looked at it and ran at him. Jacob whacked Steele against his back and slammed his head against the bar table before breaking his hand. The large man ran at him and threw a punch. It hit him in the shoulder and sent him flying over the bar table, liquor and glass falling over him. He saw a hand reach over the table and he whacked it hard, hearing a bone crack loudly and the man behind it scream in pain. He grabbed a whiskey bottle and jumped over the table, hitting a man in the head and tossing it across the room.

"Bring it!" Jacob yelled, his voice changing into someone else's.

The clubbers grabbed various thing around the club, bottles, chairs, pipes, even a baseball bat from behind a large speaker. Jacob ran at them and attacked them with ferocity and almost inhuman strength. Brandon Steele groaned and crawled away from the scene, busting out the door as the sounds of glass breaking, wood splintering, men screaming, and utter chaos occurred within O' Neil's Cave. The bodyguard outside picked Steele up but he shoved him off of his shoulders.

"What's going on?" the bodyguard asked as one of the clubber's bodies flew through the darkened windows, black glass covering the sidewalk as he groaned in pain.

"Stop Jacob Dixon!" Steele yelled, running across the street and nearly getting hit by a car.

As he continued to hear the loud noises from inside the club, he knocked over a trash can and busted his chin on the concrete. He limped away into a nearby alley and turned around, screaming when he saw the fake Jacob Dixon with the ASP baton running after him. He tossed a discarded glass flask at him and continued to run, hopping a metal fence and ripping his jeans. Jacob smacked the glass away with the baton, glass shattering all over his jacket as he ran after Steele. He completely jumped over the fence and with the baton raised over his head, smacked it against Steele's back. He landed on Steele and covered his mouth to prevent audible screaming, punching him twice in the side and pressing the baton tight against his neck. Steele felt his face turn purple as Jacob slammed him against a brick wall and pushed the end of the baton against his Adam's Apple.

"Who killed Julie Madison? Do not lie to me!" Jacob screamed.

"I don't know! Who?" Steele asked with fear.

"The ex-girlfriend of Bruce Wayne. Two nights ago, she was murdered and Wayne was with her. He's been framed. I know you have connections with Browning Perry. He asked you to advocate a new appliance for handguns. The re-reloader? Remember that?"

"Yes! But why would I know anything, man?"

"Because... you were there that night."

"No I wasn't! I- I- I was at my apartment smoking a joint. I swear to God!"

"I told you not to lie!" Jacob growled, twisting his arm backward and punching a bone out of place, rendering his arm unusable.

He covered Steele's mouth as he cried loudly, tears streaming down his face. He slammed his head against the wall and punched him in the gut four times before screaming loudly.

"Lie to me again and I'll throw you off this rooftop. You want to suck food from a straw for the rest of your life?" Jacob asked, headbutting the scared clubber.

"You wouldn't..." Steele said through short breaths.

Jacob let go of him and pulled out a gun-like contraption. Before he realized what happened, a thick cable was wrapped around his right leg. Jacob slammed the other end of the cable into the 'gun' and fired. A small puff of compressed air shot out and a hook flew into the concrete. He raised the 'gun' in front of Steele's face and narrowed his eyes.

"Hm?"

"What?" Steele said through tears, staring at the 'gun'.

Before he could react, Jacob pulled out another 'gun' and shot it into the emergency escape staircase of the building above them. He slammed the two weapons together and with the sound of a sharp click, two cables formed into a powerful pulley. Before Steele could scream again, Jacob pressed the trigger and Steele flew into the air at a dangerous speed, slamming into the bottom of the staircase and groaning loudly. He was hanging 20 feet from the ground and he watched as Jacob opened the back of the gun, two extra hooks firing into the wall behind him. He climbed the staircase after hopping off the wall and grabbing the ladder. He faced the injured Steele seconds later, punching his nose hard before grabbing his face.

"You were the man that punched Wayne and distracted him while the killer got away. I knew it wasn't a one-man job!" Jacob yelled loudly.

"Yes! I was there! I was there, for God's sake! Let me go, please!"

"Tell me about the man!"

"What man?"

"The man with the green bandana! The shooter, dammit!" Jacob screamed, punching him three more times as hard as he could.

He saw Steele spit up blood and was about to throw a punch again before an officer with her gun drawn yelled at him.

"Get down from there, right now, sir!"

Jacob looked at the officer and groaned loudly. He threw down two smoke pellets and grabbed Steele by the chest.

"Give me a name!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as the officer coughed and fell down.

"I don't know! But he said he was hired by that E- E..." Steele began before his breaths became extremely short.

"Who?"

"...Enigma..." Steele finished before coughing up blood.

Jacob's heart skipped. His hands shook violently and he growled in anger. He jumped from the staircase, pushing his feet off of the opposite wall and performing a barrel roll. He disconnected the cable ties and caught the injured man before leaving him in the street as the smoke's cloud began to wear off. He wrapped the cables around the 'gun' and ran off in the opposite direction, sliding the baton back up in his sleeve and tossing the gadget in his jacket pocket. He ran further into the alleys and saw a restaurant two blocks away. He ran as fast as he could and when pedestrians were seen, he slowed down and walked like normal, with his hood flipped up and stature low.

Inside the restaurant, Bruce Wayne ripped off the flesh mask and took out the top false teeth before slumping in the stall. He removed the tape from the edges of the wig and took a deep breath. He threw the mask into the water and watched as its special property began to work. Lucius had told Bruce months earlier that a special false face mask had been worn by C.I.A. operatives that would dissolve in water for quick disposal and removal of evidence. He put the other features inside his pocket and rested his head against the stall door.

Enigma was behind it all. He was the big connection and the biggest problem. Perry and Enigma were connected and Perry and Fries were connected. Things had changed. And now, Bruce was at a bigger loss for thought than ever.