"Give it some gas, son. That's it, a little more. No, no, not that much! Breaks, Jesse, breaks!" Hawke was taking his turn trying to teach is son to drive. I am going to die. And I haven't even taken over the city. Hawke really didn't have to worry. His men were in the car in front of him and behind. They weren't about to let their boss die trying to teach his son how to drive.

His wife decided Al should give Jesse some driving lessons, "He will be sixteen soon and needs to learn how to drive." All sixteen meant to Al was he could finally tell his son everything, and turn him into a real man.

"You're getting better. At least you didn't hit anyone that time. Ok, lets try it again. Take it nice and slow." Jesse pulled out slowly and started down the road behind his father's black limo. He kept a careful distance between his car and the limo. A stop sign was coming up. Jesse slowed down and prepared to stop. The limo stopped and Jesse pulled up right behind it, slightly hitting the bumper.

His father covered his eyes, "Well, I think that is enough for today. I have some things to take care off. Jeff will take you home." Al motioned the car behind him then exited. The back door of the limo was open and Frankie stepped out. Jesse scooted over as Jeff entered and drove him home.

Mrs. Hawke saw Jeff drop Jesse off at the back door. She shook her head. Al, what are you doing? I ask you to do one thing and you can't do it. She grabbed her car keys and walked towards the door as a sad Jesse walked in, "Come on. I will teach you to drive." Jesse smiled and held the door open for his mom.

She drove them to the back of the New Gotham's mall. Jesse learned to drive that day. He stopped at each lamppost, made successful turns at the end of each isle, parked in the packing spots, and parallel parked at the end of the day. Mrs. Hawke believed he would pass his test with no problems.

On the day of his sixteenth birthday, his mother drove him to his test. After waiting for an hour, Jesse returned from the driving exam with a smile on his face. He successfully passed, and was now a licensed driver.

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Jesse drove home with his new license in his back pocket. After he parked the car, he headed towards his fathers office, "Dad, dad! I got my license. I got it!"

Al Hawke looked up and smiled at his son. It was the day he had waited for, "Congratulations son. Tell you what. Why don't you take my car, and go have fun. After all, you only turn sixteen once," Hawke tossed his son the keys.

"Thanks dad," Jesse took the keys and headed towards the garage.

Al Hawke owned many different vehicles. From the two limos, to the black Suzuki motorcycles used for earns as dad called them. But the car Jesse held the keys to was his favorite. They belonged to his father's and was his first car. It was a sixty-three and a half Ford Galaxy. Before he got his license, he would sneak out and drive the car down old roads where there were no cops. He would open it up and let it fly down the street. He rolled the windows down and let the wind caress his hair. It was an amazing feeling.

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Jesse pressed his foot on the accelerator of his favorite car. His relationship with his father was getting better all the time. When he turned sixteen, Jesse had been allowed to become an earn boy for his father's business. He would drop off bags and sometimes pick them up. He didn't know what they contained, all he knew was that he was spending time with his dad and making money at the same time. Lots of money. The seventeen-year-old had finished his last delivery for the day and decided to do a little cruising before heading home. He pushed the car as fast as it could go. After about ten minutes, the high-pitched sound of a police siren was heard behind him.

Oh great, just what I need. Jesse pulled over to the side and the cop slowed to a stop behind him. Jesse rolled down his window and waited for the officer to do his thing.

The officer approached Jesse cautiously. He appeared to have a couple of rough days. First he got beat up by a young girl, ranting because her mom was killed, and now he was stuck on patrol dealing with speed demons.

The officer leaned over and looked in the window, "Do you know how fast you were going?"

Jesse tried to act innocent, "No, Sir. How fast?"

"I clocked you at ninety-five," Stupid kids who think they can get away with everything, "Have you been drinking?"

"No, I am under age."

"Would you step out of the vehicle, please?"

"Of course, Sir," Jesse stepped out. Oh great, my dad is going to kill me.

The officer searched the car, and didn't find anything, "Would you open the trunk for me."

Jesse retrieved the keys out of the ignition and walked around to the back end with the cop. He placed the keys in the lock and heard it pop open. Jesse took the keys out and opened the trunk. When the light came on, Jesse gasped. There was blood everywhere. The smell filled the air causing Jesse to gag. It was bright red and still wet.

"What the hell," Before Jesse could finish his comment, he found himself face down on the hood of the cop's car.

"Put you're hands behind your head and spread you legs," The sight of the blood had sent the officer in gear. He patted Jesse down, looking for weapons and found his wallet. He used his elbow to pin Jesse to the car and used his hands to look through the wallet. He cop pulled out Jesse's drivers license and saw who he was. HAWKE!

Jesse found himself being spun around and stood upright by the cop. The fear in his face made Jesse confused at what was happening.

"Y-y-young Mr. Hawke, I am so sorry, it will never happen again, please don't tell your father. I have a family and I don't want anything to happen to them," The officer was scared.

"Ah, sure. I won't tell him," Jesse was confused. The cop shoved Jesse's wallet at him, jumped in the patrol car and sped off. I think it is time for a new job.

Jesse stood at the side of the rode, confused, frightened, and with a trunk full of blood. Where did it all come from? What was that cop so afraid of? He should have arrested me. Jesse closed the trunk and headed for home.

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There were many cars in the driveway, when Jesse pulled in. After parking, Jesse headed straight for his father's office. He was about to walk in, when one of his father's men stopped him.

"He is in the conference room, if you are looking for your father."

"Thanks," Jesse turned down a different hall and headed for the large doors, which lead to the conference room. He pushed open the door and was greeted with a lot of noise, which stopped when he came in.

"Ah, there is my boy now. Come here son, we are celebrating," Al Hawke greeted his son with warm arms. Jesse was now a part of the family and ready to take on some responsibility.

"Jack, pour him a drink."

"But I don't drink."

"You do now, son." He handed Jesse a glass of scotch.

Jesse accepted it and looked at the group around him. He couldn't believe who he was standing in the room with. Two men he had seen on Americas Most Wanted, three he'd seen get arrested on the TV a month ago, one was an escapee and supposedly armed and dangerous, and another one was on trial for manslaughter but out on bail.

"Gentlemen, a toast," Al raised his glass and everyone followed, "To the death of Catwoman and the leaving of Batman. May mayhem and destruction rain through all of New Gotham."

The men clinked their glasses together and Jesse joined in. He didn't know why they were toasting to the death of someone, or who one earth was Catwoman or Batman. Hawke motioned for the men to sit, but remained standing himself.

"Men, it is time to start a new area. Already the leaving of Batman has circulated and people are beginning to move in to start new crime syndicates. My man Frankie has already begun looking for new prospects for us. It is time for us to move in and cause as much mayhem as possible."

The men began talking and shouting in agreement with Al. They were ready to take over New Gotham and take down anything in their way. Al held up his hand. "And standing by my side in this matter will be my son, Jesse," Al laid his hand on Jesse.

Jesse smiled at his father but needed some time to think. Looking at the people around him, Jesse finally realized what his mother had told him was true. His father was a crime boss, and he expected Jesse to take over. But was that something Jesse was willing to do.