Authors Note: I apologize for losing my temper and abandoning the story. I've since removed my childish ways. Here is the continuation of the long awaited story. I'm sorry for those of you who have abandoned it. Those who are loyal, I give you this.

Bruce Wayne was no longer the imposing figure he'd once been. His features were drawn in, his lips pale and cracked, the muscular structure little more than a thin frame, scratched and beaten by Batman's own hand.

He muttered to himself while glancing up at the window.

Nightwing had no idea was to do. He was frozen to the spot, watching his former teacher and trainer.

In that single moment, Bruce had his first moment of recognition in nearly a decade.

"Dick?" he said, voice nearly muffled by the glass. The look of peace turned to fury and Wayne hurled his body to the padded door. "You betrayed me! You betrayed my family. Selena wouldn't have died if you'd stayed around!"

Bruce saw images of the former love of his life. Her blonde hair, as it had once flown around her body. The images of her nude and in his arms. The thought of how they'd once fought, made love and then walked back to the streets. Here was the man partially responsible for her death.

"I'm here to help," Nightwing whispered. He knew it was a lie. Initially he'd come here as a distraction. Now, the emotional connection was pulling him forward. Nightwing wasn't quite sure what would happen should he open the door.

Ivy grinned, running her fingers along the vines of The Southern Gotham botanical gardens. The plants hummed under her touch, and she kissed their leaves. A sense of familiarity returned to her.

"My babies," she whispered. "Mommy's back. I know its been so long."

One vine crept out from its foundation, winding its way toward her. "Soon dears. I need you to force your way though the glass, up there." She pointed to the glass roof of the green house. "Force your way up." The plants began to surge upward, following her command. "That's it, just a little farther."

The plants surged through the roof, sending glass everywhere, and setting off every alarm in the building.

The Gotham police office reached the alarm system's message first.

"Break in at the Gardens," Officer Denman, a new man on the staff muttered. His hair was dark, eyes eternally focused on safety. "Should we alert Reese?"

"Let him rest," the Lieutenant muttered. "Man was shot. Doctors still hoping it's a full recovery."

The jumped as another target hit the scanner to the East. There was a break- in in progress to the East.

Scarecrow grinned at the control panel in Wayne Laboratories. Sure, Bruce had been commited long ago. But now, well now, the place was still thriving with marvelous technological advances, and all off of the interest on Wayne's trust funds alone.

Intentionally, Scarecrow began to mix several explosive chemicals into what was once known as a Molotov Cocktail. As he prepared to leave, he threw it right near the security panel, laughing as alarms shrieked and the flames danced.

Barbara watched every single warning light dance over her key pad. This was a dark night for Gotham. Part of her was willing to radio Huntress, but she knew Helena was in no way ready for a fight. She sighed, lifting the receiver to dial Helena for an update on Reese. The phone was taken from her hand

Huntress stood behind her. "I'm ready for a fight. Reese will be fine."

"How many places can you be at once," Barbara asked.

"I can't be at all of them, but I know a daughter of a Black Canary that can, and a group of metahumans prepared."

"Where are they, Helena?" Barbara asked.

The elevator opened in front of her, showing a ragtag group, led by Dinah.

"God be with us," Barbara muttered.