Kamal was pleased to see the sudden buzz of nervous activity when he entered the board room of Wayne Enterprises the next afternoon. Though he was the CEO of the company, he was rarely there; with his presence came executives scuttling about, making certain to show how hard the office worked in his absence. He allowed them their discomfort; it only made them work harder.

In the board room, there was only one man who was calm in the midst of the chaos- Lucius Fox. He had been with Wayne Enterprises as long as Kamal could remember, and while he didn't say as much, Kamal suspected he knew of his exploits in the dark. He nodded and shook Kamal's hand as they both sat down.

"What can I do for you today, Mr. Wayne?" he asked, lacing his fingers together, a slight smile on his lips.

"I think that Wayne Enterprises has been increasingly distant from the people lately, Lucius," Kamal said. "We have to start getting pro active again. I was thinking about this, and I may have come up with some ideas."

"Well, we'll do whatever we can to make them happen," Lucius promised. "What do you have in mind, sir?"

"I was thinking of a youth initiative. There've been a lot of school funding deficits lately, especially in the inner cities. I can think of at least ten cities that could use music and art programs to inspire underprivileged children. I figure we could spend…oh, maybe thirty million on it. It should be a start, anyway, as long as we can get some people willing to go into these cities and school."

Lucius nodded. "I don't see a problem with that, Mr. Wayne. In fact, I think it might be just the PR story we could use. It'd certainly look good to the public at large."

He nodded, though that wasn't the reason he was suggesting it; again, he was a member of the League, and a fellow Leaguer could use his help. Using the guise of an art initiative not only helped the children in the cities, but it helped her, as well. He had seen Olivia's art, and while the symbolism was a bit blatant at times, it was damn good. And he suspected it would smooth things over with her parents if she had some sort of day job. After Aidan had planted the tracer on her after the restaurant incident, he had listened in on the conversations of the next couple days. They had all returned to her father worrying about her safety, especially being in the League, and how she would support her child. It was the least he could do to assuage that fear, especially if it would make things easier on her. He suspected that being pregnant and in her line of work was difficult enough; and, with the father also off on missions, she was still alone. Ironically, he wondered to himself how she and Aidan had found enough time together to even get her pregnant.

"It would help us get more support if we had some good names behind it," Kamal continued. "I was thinking that we could sign a few big names to get some publicity."

"Do you have anyone in mind, sir?" Lucius asked, in that tone that implied that he already knew the answer.

Kamal nodded. "I was thinking of getting Jack Martini as a start. A big name like that is sure to cause attention."

"I agree, Mr. Wayne."

He stood up, as did Lucius. "Well, that was a satisfying day of work," he joked. "I think it's time to head home for a little relaxation."

By relaxation, he had meant work. He was in the cave for hours, working on his disguise. When he was finished, he looked exactly like the orderly that was more than likely still being silent in the attic of Arkham Asylum, ready to meet the unknown man who had hired him to kill Crane. He put the disguise into the bat mobile, donned his cape and cowl, and made his way back to the suite of the Callahan's. Kate was the only one there, lying on her bed, looking at another magazine. Only when he let himself in did he see it was the Journal of Experimental Medicine. She jumped up immediately, obviously not expecting to see him. Again, there was a glazed-over look in her eye, much worse than it had been the night before.

"Come on, you'll be covering me while I meet with this anonymous employer."

"Shouldn't we go out to dinner first?" she asked, her voice mellow, somewhat disconnected.

"We're meeting him at a diner." He made his way back down to the street, Batgirl following quickly. The drive to the Rose was silent, as Batgirl kept looking at him, smiling slightly. It was a little flattering, but a little chilling at the same time; she was half his age, after all. They pulled into the alley behind the diner, and Batman took out the costume, palming a small knockout pellet with the other. "You're not ready to see this, yet," he said, breaking the capsule under her nose. She went out obediently, almost immediately, and he got changed, leaving a set of street clothes for her and a note on the dashboard as he went inside.

The diner was pretty small, and was doing a brisk if not busy business. There were certainly empty tables and booths, but the majority of them were full. He sat down at one booth, picking up the menu and looking at it. It was only five minutes later that he saw Kate, walking in and looking around. She sat down at a booth off to his right, and he waved slightly to her as she passed. Her face stayed calm, and she merely inclined her head slightly towards him; good. She sat down and put her purse on the floor, letting it fall sideways. A single small tube of lipstick fell out, and she kicked it over to him. As it rolled, he noted the small mesh on the very top of the tube; a listening device. He stopped it with his foot and turned it slightly, so she could hear better.

Not a moment after that, Batman found himself looking up at a man, wearing a large trench coat, a hat, and sunglasses. Beneath the glasses was a large, bushy mustache. He sat down across from him, folding his gloved hands together. "I trust you were successful?" he asked.

"Yeah, the old man's dead," Batman said, sounding very much like the orderly.

"So I suppose you want your money, then."

"It was the deal."

"Very well." He reached into the trench coat with one hand, pulling out a fist0shaped globe in the other. Quickly, he turned it, showing the face of a jack-o-lantern. Depressing the top, a gas began to pour out of the face. Batman held his breath, glancing quickly over at Kate. She was tossing him something from her purse- a rebreather. She already had one over her face. The people in the restaurant began to scream, then panic. Kate was dodging out of the way of people, and he felt someone grab at his clothes, tearing the shirt to reveal the Bat suit underneath. Discarding the disguise, he noted a flash of movement and the tall man was out the front door. Batgirl was just behind him. He heard wheels screeching against the pavement, as a car took off down the street.

He tossed a Batarang, holding on to the line as he started to slide down the street behind the car. Batgirl had taken to the sky, and was following using her jets. As he was pulling himself up to the rear fender, the back window was blown out in a hail of bullets. Batgirl flew up, crashing down onto the roof of the car, trying to shake up the passengers inside. As she landed, a sudden darkness covered the sky; a murder of ravens was swooping down on the area. Batman smiled, and pressed a small button on his belt. By the time he had gotten a hand on the fender, the murder was suddenly being assaulted by an entire cave of bats. The attack overheard was loud, as the car suddenly came to a stop. Batgirl flew off the front of the car, rolling into the gutter, and he barely caught himself.

"Ah, Batman, it seems that Gotham has it's demon back," a voice called from inside the car. Looking in, he saw no one there. "But, as the demon has returned, so have the shadows."

It was fortunate that Batgirl was only just getting herself out of the gutter; the car exploded, sending him back into a lamp post, and causing burning metal to fly up into the sky, the animals overheard scattering back into the winds. He picked himself up, as Batgirl came over to him.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

He nodded absently, thinking back to the warning. The question was, who exactly was the demon, and who was the shadow?