Daggett industries was one of Gotham's biggest pharmaceutical industries, during it's prime it made several dealings with people like Thomas Wayne. Although from the top, it looked like a beautiful company led by a wonderful man but this is Gotham, like anyone in this city is a good guy. Recently, multiple allegations have come up regarding experiments on domestic animals or the developments of bioweapons. Although, they are just allegations, they would explain why LexCorp would be so interested in making trade with them.

Bruce loved the idea of building a better Gotham, but being a CEO was much more... political than he thought. He wanted to invest in a state of the art mental health care facility, but that was halted by other charity fundraisers he had set up at. Things weren't looking to be on Bruce's side, and it appears that there is no one who will side with him. But, even he could be proven wrong.

Alfred sat in the trophy room in front of the fireplace, looking at the portrait of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Alfred sighed, and lowered his gaze. A part of him wished that Bruce had never returned to Gotham, but even he knows that Bruce is the only one whose made a progress in this department. He was conflicted, but there weren't that many people to support Bruce and his secret business, Alfred knew he was amongst the only people Bruce could rely on.

He was walking pass the living room, until he noticed that the room was empty and the television was on. He walked to it to turn it off but then the news caught his eye.

Multiple inmates at the GCPD were found dead in their cells, the investigation team has stated that the CCTV footage has been removed and the actual targets were inmates affiliated with a private dealing, and the rest were merely silenced witnesses. In other news, police commissioner, James Gordon, has declared the famed 'batman' amongst the city's most wanted. This is a topic w-

Alfred knew what Bruce was going to get himself in, but what could he possibly do.

The room was dark, the only source of light was the moon, it illuminated the whole room from just one window. A man stood in front of the window, staring at the streets below. Although the room appeared to be empty but the man, he was not alone. The creature, The Batman, was also there, lurking in the shadows, the two were well aware of each other. The man appeared to be in his early to mid thirties, he had brown hair and wore a white suit.

The young man before he started the conversation, flipped his coin. He first checked where it landed, and then he spoke,

"We are at a crossroads. We did bring down Falcone, but right now it feels like we did it at the wrong time."

"If this Penguin is a rival to the Falcones, than that would explain why they've been stealing from them. But it doesn't add up why they would steal from Daggett of all people and why Maroni would just take them."

"Your not telling me something."

"The guns that were being sold mostly belonged to the side of the city that specializes in this kinda stuff, Falcone bought several firearms due to the millions he made from the drug trade, and Daggett has been going over every possible angle to get people to buy from his company again, so he made several dealings with LexCorp."

"Yeah, go on."

"But if these weapons were stolen from the mass corner, why were their guns that had the Wayne tag on then?"

"You're implying that Bruce Wayne has been secretly producing weapons? I don't get it."

"No, I've checked that records don't mention anything regarding any weapons production. Besides, if they really were built by Wayne enterprises, than they would've been worth more than to give to a local crime lord."

"Maybe Wayne has been building them off the records."

"For what purpose? He's already rich, I doubt he would go looking for money in Salvatore Maroni."

"Yeah, perhaps the guys just wanted to make the weapons still at a higher rate so they lied. But, they aren't that stupid that they didn't even know that Wayne enterprises doesn't invest in guns, at all. And, they won't believe that they were built in private."

"We need to look for these People on their turfs and demand answers."

"You should get Maroni to talk, or try to see how things are doing with the Falcones while Carmine's away."

"If that were so easy, I would've done it already. Maroni's surrounded by guards 24/7, they are too many for me to deal with and even if I get to him, it wouldn't be for long and I might not get the answers I want. And I get close enough to the Falcones to learn anything new about them, other than most of their projects are put on hold. They have been quite and I haven't gotten very close to finding that out."

"I can talk to Falcone myself, put him on surveillance 24/7, or I can put Maroni under questioning for an excuse and get Intel out of him."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"I don't know. Either one will get me into trouble, if it is the latter it will be sooner, if it is the former it will be later."

"What are we gonna do than?"

"A coinflip."

The Batman steps forward, still like the demonic creature with the short pointed horns, the dead lifeless white eyes and the Dracula like stance. His jaw was that of a human, an unshaven pale human, that is. Both him and the young man now stood facing each other.

"Well, Mr. Dent your call."

Dent takes out his coin,

"Heads: Falcone. Tails: Maroni."

And he flips it.