The boat slowly docked next to a railing alongside its left wall. Kim looked around noticing the murky water and the moss growing on the walls as the boat slowly came to a stop. Ron & Rufus looked about in disgust of the conditions. Aunt Caryl didn't even wait for the boat to stop as she stepped over the murky water and calmly walked next to another swat officer, who was positioned by the main door. Kim and Ron soon followed, with Ron nearly falling into the water below... twice. His shaking hands gripping the ice-cold bars on the concrete floor before Kim had to pull him back on his feet. Officer Kerman watched the whole ordeal and couldn't help but chuckle.

It wasn't until he looked up and noticed Aunt Caryl's hand signal. Her middle & pointer fingers along with her thumb were extended outward (Sign Language for the number 3), while her wrist began to rotate before pointing to the right out towards open water. Officer Kerman understood the message, to come back in 30 minutes. The swat officer holding his riot shield and baton stepped in front of Kim and Ron as they moved towards the door. Aunt Caryl with her badge clipped to her new suit walked in front of the two, signaling towards the officer that they were with her.

The officer looked down for a slight moment, then stepped aside to move away from a green indicator pad he was blocking. Aunt Caryl pressed a 6-digit passcode that Kim failed to get a good look at. The door creaked open after unlocking and Aunt Caryl proceeded to follow the staircase leading upwards. Kim followed, with Ron right behind her. The staircase hallway echoed the sound of their footsteps as they continued. Caryl stopped at the top of the staircase and looked towards them both.

"You two stay right behind me." She instructed.

Kim noticed the glare in her Aunt's expression and watched as she continued her path. She couldn't really tell if it was from being protective, or utterly furious with Commissioner Loeb. They walked into a room that had a booth to the left. Aunt Caryl just passed it as the officer was, as she predicted, asleep on the job. Kim just silently followed, Ron did as well, glancing at all his surroundings as the mossy walls were replaced with cold gray tile & concrete.

The 'clip-clop' of Aunt Caryl's heels could be heard as she approached a solid steel door entering another 6-digit code. Kim could only wonder just how secure Blackgate was. Why would there be two separate doors with a guard posted by each one, and a different code just to open each of them? It seemed a bit excessive until Kim had flashbacks from previous security systems, including the McHenry Laser Grid from Mr. Paisley's mansion. Ron continued to look around almost so that the door nearly shut on him as he barely was trapped with the guard. Aunt Caryl made a sharp left, towards another staircase.

"This way is towards several rooms where I can keep an eye on you two, and let me make this abundantly clear. I love that you two wanted to help, but you do exactly as I tell you to, these 'cops' are as crooked as they come." She warned.

"That hurts Caryl." A voice called from the right.

Kim, Ron, & Rufus poking out of Ron's pocket looked towards their right as a man slowly walked towards them. He had large square glasses over his hazel eyes. His hair had a part to the left that rested on his somewhat wrinkled forehead, sporting the unification of auburn and brown that slowly was becoming gray right above his ears. His bushy mustache rested on his upper lip to where it was completely obscured. He had a rough jawline that was squared at the chin, and his neck seemed equally squared. His cyan shirt and brown tie were covered by a thick brown overcoat. His black suit pants followed downward to his black leather shoes. Caryl took a sigh of relief and actually cracked a small smile.

"Hello Gordon, it's good to see a friendly face here."

"Hello Caryl, my thoughts exactly."

Kim took note of just how relaxed Caryl was. She no longer barred the scowl that she carried with her nearly the whole way here. She looked to be at peace with Gordon and he looked the same. Gordon's hazel eyes then darted towards Kim and Ron, his left eyebrow raised up, and stared at the two for a bit, taking the time to analyze them both, even catching Rufus in Ron's pocket.

"Y-You have kids?" He asked.

"Gordon, I ought to slap you. This is my niece Kim Possible and her friend... I'm sorry I forgot your name," Aunt Caryl replied laughing awkwardly to herself. Kim couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh in her mind a bit as Aunt Caryl did what normally everyone else does. Ron even looked at her with an expression that was a mishmash of annoyance and confusion. Kim knew that it was a total accident and Ron seemed a bit absent from the whole situation, but to her, it still was kind of entertaining.

"W-What? It's me Ron Stoppable. I was with you and Kim practically all day yesterday, spell it out with me R-O-N," Ron continued.

"So you're the Kim Possible I've read quite a bit about huh? I'm Captain James Gordon, though people call me Jim from time to time," Gordon replied and kept his hands in his jacket pocket making his posture straightened.

"Yep, Just doing my save the world thing, and it's nice to meet you too Captain." Gordon smiled for a moment at the girl's words, but his eyes quickly started another tale. His eyes closed as his left hand went to his face, his thumb and pointer finger pressing against his nasal bridge as he shook his head. Kim was confused, did she say something that was upsetting him?

"Oh God Caryl, please do not tell me you're about to get your own niece involved in this,"

"Jesus Christ, absolutely not! What kind of family member do you think I am?" Caryl replied in haste.

Gordon just smiled and chuckled slightly. At least some humor got into this place. This got Kim's gears turning. She had accurately guessed that Captain Gordon was a man that meant business. Though his comment revealed that whatever is going on in Gotham, these simple beatings as she was told about were getting a lot of attention.

A pair of doors opened up and a man with a doctor's lab coat walked towards Gordon, soon leaning into him to whisper something. Aunt Caryl just looked to the side, both Kim and Ron were attempting to decipher what the message could be from the doctor by reading Gordon's facial expression. His face went unmoved, like a stone perched on the sand of a beach that didn't yield to the waves. Gordon just nodded and told the doctor to return from where he came. He looked towards Aunt Caryl and nodded towards her and they both started to follow the doctor. Kim and Ron soon followed. With Caryl giving them both a quick warning that whatever they see will remain secret including to Kim's parents. Kim, looking now a bit concerned nodded in compliance. She felt her heart race, the same lingering feeling returned to her skin, crawling more around her body as she wanted to hug herself in fear, but stayed headstrong following her aunt.

Rufus finally was looking around the hallway. Looking down from Ron's pocket he saw his reflection from the shining tile floor. His nose squinted as the scents of many different kinds of highly concentrated cleaners invaded his nose. He sniffled slightly, the strong aroma seemed to be everywhere for the poor naked mole-rat. As the group walked closer he noticed a few things. He looked up hearing the engines of a plane flying low in the air, and a strong pungent smell, the smell of fresh blood.

Ben had been in radio silence for the past 5 minutes. While 5 minutes surely wasn't a long time while traveling, it felt like an eternity to him. Stuck in his mind was everything he said towards Alfred especially with how rude he was towards him. All Alfred was trying to do was make sure he was safe, he was doing his job. Just like he always had when Ben first learned how to ride a bike after what happened to his leg. The scar had started to itch like crazy this time, he growled to himself hoping that his little espionage would keep his mind off his leg and back in focus. Bruce taught Ben that one of the worst things that could ever happen on a mission was losing focus and getting distracted. That's all it takes for the enemy to swiftly take advantage in a confrontation, though that has yet to happen. His mind started to trail a bit, thinking about all the training that Bruce made him go through, most specifically his stealth and training missions. Ben remembered a particular test when he was 20.

The test was simple, practice take-down techniques and stealth by incapacitating a live animal. He remembered the forests outside of Wayne Manor, the cold winter air, lush greenery, and the sounds of the other animals around him. Taking each and every step carefully, as not to shuffle anything around with his feet that could scare wildlife. His prey was a full-grown buck. Though it was more than just himself and a single deer, it was a whole pack of bucks, does, and fawns all ranging in size and facing different directions. This complicated things and wasn't exactly what Ben had planned, but he found a way to improvise.

There was a large tree with some branches hovering right above the animal and it was perfect. According to Bruce's pedagogy, no one looked up when searching for a threat, not even animals. Ben waited for the right moment, patiently watching as other deer observed their environment, remaining lifeless and still like hardened stone. Then his moment came, a small gust of the wind blew the warm-colored leaves off of the branches of the trees and off the ground. Ben jumped not for the deer but for the tree. His hands clamped to the rough bark of the wood as he silently climbed up towards the branch. He froze as a doe perked her head up. Scanning around aimlessly trying to find a source of the disturbance she had detected. Deer were usually very skittish and prone to fleeing upon hearing loud sounds in fear of a predator nearby.

Ben didn't move, he didn't blink, he didn't breathe, the only thing that was moving was his heart. A moment later and the doe put her head back to the grass below, and as predicted didn't look up above. Ben crept further and further, his feet right above the buck he had chosen. Ben held his breath and held his arms out wide. Like a trapeze artist, he felt his heartbeat for a few moments, closing his eyes to ignore everything else. He mentally removed all distractions, leaving just him, the forest, the leaves, the wind, and the buck below.

His eyes shot open before he dropped down, grabbing the antlers of the buck as he fell to the ground and bringing the animal into the dirt. His force and momentum caught the animal off guard as it began to holler and panic forcing the other deer to scatter. Its head wildly shot upwards trying to free itself, though Ben figured the deer would do this. His left leg swooped underneath the animal's hind legs, causing it to lose balance on itself and falling away from Ben. He let go of the buck's furthest antler so he wouldn't tumble over and switched hands on the buck's antler that he originally had control of.

He jumped over swiftly to the buck's back to avoid its flailing legs and hooves from kicking him. The animal struggled more furiously now that Ben had his knee down onto the animal. Applying his weight to its neck trying to see if he could slow down its heart rate, but the animal still panicked. With no sign of slowing down, Ben was forced to use more hostile measures. He raised his left arm and made a fist and pulled the animal's head up slightly with his right hand. His fist crashed into the animal's face knocking the buck out cold. Ben remembered how he felt regretful of his actions. He was no fan of animal abuse, but the deer would have surely either gotten away or even attempted to fight back. His black stealth outfit was not meant for battle against anything wielding sharp objects. He liked to think that he had no choice in the matter. Less he returned to Bruce and Alfred with nothing to show for it. Ben lowered his hand near the buck's mouth, still faintly feeling its breath against the back of his hand. He lifted the deer and tossed it over his shoulder and walked back towards Wayne Manor. He positioned the other half of the unconscious deer over his neck while holding its hooves together on their respective shoulders.

After what was a 25-minute walk, he placed the deer back on the ground to rest his muscles. Ben wanted to take in the forest's beauty. As he never got the chance to, since the first time he was there he was crawling on its soil, with blood oozing from his leg. He remembered clearly that it must have been 30 minutes after his catch that everything went horribly wrong. As he stretched his muscles he felt the skin on his back crawl. The birds fell silent and only the wind was present with noise. When the forest grows quiet, something was amiss, and if the birds felt they were in danger and flew away, then odds are you are in danger as well. He felt as if he was being watched; something had shifted the hunter into the hunted.

Ben had turned to the left swiftly to find a massive grizzly bear snarling and roaring down at him from an elevated position of rock. Ben froze for a moment to analyze the situation. The grizzly was female, her claws protruded and her canines flashed backed with its iconic roar. Its lips folded outward and its massive paws extended into the air. It must have wanted the deer, all Ben would have to do was just back away slowly. Taking down a buck in its herd without any of the other deer knowing proved his stealth & take-down capabilities, but this was beyond what needed to be done. However, the roars of the bear woke the buck, and it fled the scene with cumbersome haste.

The grizzly landed back onto its paws as it stepped down from its stone. It descended onto the forest floor Ben was on before it stood back on its hind legs casting a shadow over him. The bear's paws started swiping at the air as it roared fiercely. Ben didn't jot this down in his head as predatory behavior, but territorial. He remained still unfazed yet cautious at the bear's patterns swiping at him trying to lure Ben closer to her massive arms.

Ben couldn't turn tail and run as the bear would surely follow him through the woods. He may be fast, but a bear can outrun a human if need be. He remembered that he held his arms outward trying to scare off the bear with some form of size intimidation trick, and roared back hoping that would work and deter the animal. The grizzly suddenly lunged forward snapping its jaws and swiped away at Ben as best as it could.

Ben knew he was physically outmatched in both weight and strength. He only needed to tire the beast out before he could give a good beat down himself, or at the very least make her surrender with a few good series of hooks. The massive grizzly stood on its hind legs again and left a rare opening. Ben took advantage of it, darting for the bear's center of gravity. He jumped, moving his legs forward first his feet landed right against the creature's chest causing it to roar in both shock and slight pain. Ben's knees tucked down and he somersaulted backward using his right heel to connect to the bear's jaw. He remembered just how hard that bone felt, like kicking a slab of concrete.

The grizzly stumbled backward still able to land on all fours as it roared furiously before sprinting with rage in its eyes. Her right paw raised into the air as it swiped at Ben right as he jumped out of the way in time. Ben saw its claws dig into the tree behind him, the marks were vivid and deep. Ben landed behind the bear as its massive bulky form attempted to turn around and snap its jaws at him. Ben moved his hand out of the way just in the knick of time. He felt the wind rush from its teeth as her jaws clamped shut just as Ben saw another opening. After all, a bear's offensive capabilities were all in the front, the back was a different story.

With a quick jab, Ben's right hand struck the bear's nostrils, sending the beast into a dazed fury. Ben threw himself against the upper spine of the bear, grabbing its ears tightly and pulling it back acting as if it were some strange breed of horse. He kept his legs behind the bear's arms to avoid any swipes from its massive claws. The bear bucked and reared in complete fury as it did everything it could to shake Ben off but to no avail. Ben's left hand still gripping the bear's ear like a vice, and his other hand constantly assaulting the snout of the beast. It was a rather odd and violent rodeo for a bit.

Suddenly the bear then did something unexpected, standing on its hind legs it threw itself into the back of the same stonewall it was once perched on. Slamming Ben into the wall along with the bear's weight. The pain was immense as the bear continued to do this such thing before Ben had to give in, as the slams made him go dizzy and too weak to hold on any longer. He fell to the forest floor disoriented, struggling to stand simply until the bear made a successful swipe to his shoulder. Ben tumbled down a nearby hill and once he stopped, he felt his left shoulder and arm almost go nearly numb as it trickled with blood.

As he slowly stood up the bear started to charge again racing down the hill. He was able to dodge the twin swipes from her claws as it was quickly followed up by a snapping of her jaws. Ben threw his right knee into the bear's nose causing her to flinch slightly but the bear retaliated quickly throwing herself towards Ben, putting him into the worst situation, face-up underneath the bear directly facing it. He threw his arms up defending from the bear's constant onslaught of slashing and biting.

Things got real bloody, with Ben feeling himself growing weaker by the second. He needed to do something quickly before he lost too much blood. Playing a wild card he played dead, soon relaxing and letting his heartbeat slow. The bear kept sniffing along his bloodied arms and shoulders licking him slightly. Ben waited patiently for the right moment once more.

The bear suddenly looked up hearing something that Ben couldn't truly make of. He didn't care when the opportunity came and that was what he was waiting for. With his lower back raised and using his whole body as a spring, Ben shot himself upward making a clean double kick against the bear with both heels slamming into her lower jaw. Stunning the bear instantly as Ben launched himself behind her, landing perfectly.

Ben sprinted back into the fight. Launching himself once more by delivering a powerful right knee to the bear, directly on her now slightly red, moist nose. The bear staggered to her left before Ben grabbed her ears and with all his strength threw her into the side of a large tree, her face hitting the tree bark before falling onto the ground. The bear tried to get up but Ben's fist slammed into her eye. Now engulfed with rage the bear swiped in every direction roaring in pain.

Ben jumped grabbing hold of the bear's neck as it stood up and with his body weight and momentum caused it to fall backward and land hard on its back. Grunting at Ben, the bear stood and soon tried once again to pin Ben under her massive weight with both paws outward. Ben squatted to the floor, his left arm tucked backward and at just the right moment jumped with all his strength, and connected a powerful uppercut to the bear's jaw. Shooting the beast's upper body backward, only to be followed up by Ben's right fist, slamming into the bear's nose, knocking it out.

Both fists hit like thunder and were numb as the bear laid limp. Ben went to a flurry of mood swings, from proud roaring to himself, too tired, then concerned. While it would have been very impressive, Ben would rather let the animal live. He put the back of his palm to the bear's mouth, thankfully it was still breathing.

Suddenly Ben heard the grass rustle behind him. He stood ready for another fight growling to himself but stopped wide-eyed. A small bear cub with terror in her eyes emerged whimpering and calling out to the larger bear. Ben sighed heavily before he fell to the forest floor on his bottom. He glanced back at what he had done to the mother bear, she was just protecting her cub. He didn't read the situation fully and made a poor judgment call. Ben couldn't help but slam his fist into the ground frustrated and cursing himself for being so stupid to not see it earlier. He stood up and simply walked away. Watching the cub use her nose to nuzzle her mother before it started to move again. By then Ben had already left the scene back towards the Wayne manor, pouring more of his blood into the soil.

That entire fiasco nearly sent him to the emergency room. His arms were dripping red the entire walk back. Alfred was shocked though his normal monotone self the whole time he patched and stitched Ben's wounds up. Bruce originally wasn't told and didn't figure out till later the next morning what had happened. Just thought the whole ordeal was foolish and he was right. It was foolish to take on a bear, nevertheless, both were there for him. A beeping noise interrupted his entire trace of memories as the Batwing passed over Blackgate.

"Shit!" Ben cursed to himself.

He slammed a button next to him and the floor beneath him opened up. The seat unlatched its harness on him and twirled 180 degrees causing him to free-fall straight to Blackgate. As he descended the Bat-wing shot up into the clouds with thunder rolling in the distance far off into the sea. The wind rushed past his mask and chin as the rest of his body continued gravity's acceleration. A number appeared on his heads-up display in the upper left corner displaying the distance from the ceiling in meters.

150 meters… 140.2 meters… Faster and faster he fell, waiting to activate his cape's ability to become a pair of giant bat wings. 101 meters… Not yet… 22.6 meters… His arms shot out, legs stretched outward together and his cape sprung into his signature wings. Gravity was suppressed as he glided, as well as air resistance aiding to slow him down.

With a loud clang sound, his left fist slammed into the metal below. His right arm and palm were stretched out to his right. Head held low with his chest against his right knee and foot planted strongly on the ground aligned with his left pec muscle. The left knee was barely off the ground with his toes holding his left leg up. His eyes darted around making sure no cops were there. Standing up with the coast clear he made his way towards the ventilation shaft.

"Nailed it." He said. His voice is deeper with a short raspiness to it thanks to a voice changer in his mask.

What Kim saw shocked her as her eyes went wide. Ron was speechless himself with Rufus lowering himself in Ron's pocket only taking short glances. A man laid on a hospital bed, hooked up to the same devices she would see back at the Middleton Hospital where her mother worked. However, the patients there were incapacitated through the drugs that the doctors gave them to perform brain surgery. This was nothing like that.

His right eye was black and bruised which would look to be barely able to open. A lower fat lip with blood occasionally dripping down his chin to his neck was staining the bed. Bruises along his cheeks and a tooth were missing from his upper row of teeth. His breathing was slow and heavy, sometimes spiking to a raspy. The black hair attempted to cover his sore forehead. Kim wanted to look away. Even the henchmen she and Ron fought didn't look this bad at all. They went down pretty easily, but this? This was brutal.

Aunt Caryl growled at herself watching the man, he was of course nowhere near death just barely able to keep himself awake. Kim clenched her fist with anger beaming from her face. Gordon just shook his head looking towards the man. As he pulled the doctor aside, Kim knew this time she had to listen to everything they said.

"Dr. Burton, who do we have here?" Gordon asked.

His arms crossed, sounding depressed, his hazel eyes looking downward at the victim. The doctor, thin and a bit older than Gordon, had his wavy brown hair and brown eyes lowered to the clipboard. His unfashionable bow tie and plain circular monocle-like glasses that were attached to a string attempted to steal the attention away from the wrinkles on his face as his white lab coat shifted with his movements. He finally spoke, his voice held a pinch of fear.

"His name is, uh, let me see here. Johnny Caprice, age 30, and appears to have a substantial criminal record. M-Mostly small time though like theft, DUI stuff like that. However, he was charged with sexual assault and even a few murder cases which turned out to be a ruse. How he got free was due to bail."

"So he is a criminal just like the rest, following the same pattern too." Gordon's left hand rubbed his chin as he watched the beaten man on the stretcher. Kim couldn't believe that someone continued to do such things in Gotham. How could she not hear of this? Aunt Caryl stuttered as she spoke.

"I… I can't stand this much longer Gordon, we need to act against this now! I understand that we need to keep the public quiet about this, but if this continues… "

"I know Caryl, but the man who they claim responsibility for this just doesn't exist. That's a folktale from the old days of Gotham. There have already been public announcements made saying he isn't real. If we have to denounce those statements, that would make the GCPD even less trustworthy than it already is." Gordon fired back.

The two adults continued to argue about things that Kim seemed to miss. Who were they talking about, and why is it causing such a controversy? Her eyes diverted back to the man on the stretcher. She couldn't help but want to comfort Johnny, even though he was similar scum that has done petty crimes. Sure he deserved some rehabilitation, but a full course beating that left him looking nearly deformed was way out of line. Kim took a step closer to the nervous and fidgety doctor. He was too consumed with his clipboard and paper to realize Kim had approached him and nearly jumped. He was so shocked.

"Dr. Burton, can you tell me what exactly happened, and any idea who could have done this?" Kim looked at the Doctor directly in his grayish eyes. He gulped slightly, licking his chapped lips. Kim noticed that Gordon and Aunt Caryl no longer debating and paying full attention to the Doctor. Dr. Burton took a deep breath flipping through papers and answered.

"Johnny was found in the middle of the night as he and a group of his pals were discussing something he refused to share, probably more crime. Suddenly he and his group were jumped by a man cloaked in black and he was the last to go down. The rest of his friends woke up and left him. Johnny was diagnosed with a rather obvious black eye & fat lip along with a broken jaw and even some teeth missing." This made Gordon grunt to himself as he looked out the window where he noticed another man walking down the hallway wearing a suit. He saw it as nothing though as he went towards the left towards the office rooms.

Aunt Caryl just looked down at Johnny, wanting to punch a wall she was so mad her skin flustered. Rufus had even removed himself from his pocket and stood near his hand whining to himself about the condition. Suddenly Johnny moved, coughing up some blood as his heart rate on a nearby monitor started to speed up to a conscious state. The group was shocked as he began to speak.

"W-Where the heck am I?" Johnny asked, barely awake.

"You're back at Blackgate Johnny," Gordon spoke up.

"Son-ova Bitch, I ain't do anything this..." Aunt Caryl interrupted putting her hand on Johnny's. Kim saw it as a way of comfort for the poor guy.

"You're right, What has happened to you was wrong and unlawful. Do you remember my name? Dr. Caryl O'Malley? I'm a Psychiatrist here in Gotham." Her soft eyes stared into Johnny's with a loving smile. Yes, Johnny did some terrible things, but the punishment that was given to him gave him a sort of leeway from such judgment. Johnny looked towards Gordon who just nodded.

"Y-yeah, Hey doc... guess I'm back to being a screw up huh?"

"Don't do that to yourself, Johnny, you have the opportunity to fix all of your wrongs and make things right, but you have to tell me, what happened to you?" Caryl asked. A scowl appeared on his battered face afterward and looked towards Aunt Caryl taking in a deep breath.

"You know what, I'm done with this bullshit. Constantly getting in trouble and spiraling my life down into a hole. I'm just done and want a normal life! Okay, I'll tell you everything." He started coughing slightly. Kim and Ron leaned closer.

"That's good Johnny, now tell me everything." Aunt Caryl asked.

"The boys and I were meeting up to find a way to sneak some kind of goods into Gotham Harbor. I don't know exactly what it is, we are never told the specifics. We all gathered in a circle to whisper about it. That's when it happened, jumped us all at the same time. I saw fists flying, legs arching, getting ready for a good kicking before some of us were tossed around like rag dolls. The guy just… pulverized us. I got a good look at him at the last second before he gave me the beat down I got now. I heard the rumors, I thought it was just some trick to get the goons to behave or not get sloppy, but no… it was him." Kim looked towards Johnny with a cocked eye and asked the question.

"Who?" She asked.

Everyone in the room for a small second looked towards Kim, then slowly turned back towards Johnny who was looking her dead in the eye with the busted scowl. A moment of silence ran as he took his time to answer his face showing more disgust.

"I-It was The Batman."