Authors Note: So I decided to get back into writing this originally planned one-shot. Now for this chapter it's a bit of a timeskip with flashbacks in between. Hope you enjoy. Also please review and give me some writing some advice on what you'd like to see for any future stories or chapters.

Roman found himself in a position he wasn't sure how he felt about. He found himself leading his mafia, just like his father before him. He knew his father did shady business in the past, the extent of it all he wasn't sure till he picked up where he left off. Even though he been a crime lord for years now, haven proven to be good at it. In fact, ever sense he begun to be successful in his work he hadn't seen his parents faces or heard their voices.

His mind didn't stop wondering to think of things from the past. Circe was gone, but even so he thought about her every now and than. He closed his eyes as he leaned back in his chair with mask on. First he recalled the smell of her perfume.

"Roman! What the hell are you doing!?" Her voice yelled horrified, she was forced to watch as he killed everyone of Bruce's board of directors. She trembled in fear. "Look, look please don't do this baby! I… I still love you. I just needed some space that's it!" She pleaded, will to say or do anything if it meant saving herself.

Roman looked at her, a mask for her in his hands. "Oh, you do?" She nodded, frantically hoping he believe her. He knelt down in front of her placing a hand on her chin to make her look him in the eyes. "See, when you're crying and terrified like this. You aren't a convincing liar or a pretty one at that." He said put the mask on her. The mask was laced with the same makeup that disfigured so many women. "But when I'm done with you, no one will want you. And then you'll realize a good thing we had!"

He was pulled out of his memories by a knock on the door, his eyes shoot open and he looked at it. "Come in!" He called, figuring it was one his henchmen. The door opened and a black haired woman walked in. It was Miss Li, his assistant and one he found to be reliable.

"Mister Sionis, I came to inform you the trade deal went smoothly." Hearing that made him feel pleased, he stood up and was about to say something. Suddenly there was commotion going on outside with loud sounds of gunfire.

Roman cursed and headed out see what the hell was going on. The Batman had come, he pulled out his guns about to open fire. When suddenly a smoke pellet was thrown down. He could barely see anything in front him, suddenly he heard something coming at him. He turned and saw the familiar figure coming at him to attack. He quickly fired, one the bullets hitting Batman's side.

He let out a groan and hit Black Mask hard, fighting off the pain seeming to determined to take him down. The hit was hard enough to knock him back a bit, before he could fire or do anything he was again in the back. It seemed like the bat didn't come alone, and he was hit with a blunt object. He collapsed to the ground, getting hit one more time resulting in him passing out.

By the time he came too he was locked up in a cell. His mask gone and his head hurting of course. He was laying in a bed and it took him awhile to register where he was. Once he realized where he cursed. "God damn it!" Arkham, of course they'd put him back here. With all the other lunatics.

He heard footsteps, three sets of footsteps followed by the jingle of keys and a carefree whistle. Two guards were walking by escorting a familiar green-haired clown. Suddenly, the guard turned and were walking toward the cell with Joker in tow. He seemed to be beaten up as well. The guards unlocked Romans cell, uncuffing Joker before throwing him in.

They were rather quick to slam it shut and lock it back up before walking out. Before Roman could protest Joker spoke. "Oh goodie I get a cellmate!" He said looked at him, it took a minute for Joker to recognize him. "And it's Blackie Maskie… so weird seeing you without your mask on." He said before going to other bed and getting on it and stretched laying back.

Roman didn't say anything and looked back to the cell door, he saw people that weren't there before. Standing behind the bars and staring directly at them, they were smirking at him. As if they were mocking his failure and his lost against the Batman. He closed his eyes and opened them, to find them still there. Were they real people, who just looked like his parents?

Joker laid on the bed, whistling a bit casually, he took notice of Roman staring out the cell. "What are you staring at?" He said and sat up thinking perhaps he was staring at the cell across from there but saw no one. The cell across from the was empty. He stood to approach the cell door and look to see if he saw someone down the hall. No one, he looked back at Black Mask. "Oh, making a plan to escape or to cause trouble?" He asked, hoping for some amusement or form of entertainment.

"You… don't see them?" He spoke so quietly Joker could barely hear him. Joker raised an eyebrow seeming bewildered.

"Jeez, and I thought you'd be the sane one. But you're more loopy than I am!" He said chuckling. "Huh, to think I told other's you seemed like the type to be locked up in black-gate!"

Joker said other things and laughed but to Roman it was all white noise. He laid down and faced away from the cell door and away from Joker. Perhaps none of this was real and it was some sort of dream. Or maybe he was dead and his parents already succeeded in dragging him down to hell with him. Either way, he hoped once he woke up in the morning. He was back in his hideout.

"Roman~!" His mother's voice rang in his ears softly than turned into a harsh tone. "Roman!" His eyes shoot open, another memory. This one from his childhood, from when he was a young boy. "I swear, were you even listening to a word I was saying!?" She said sitting across from him on the couch. "The Wayne's are coming over, they have a son that's your age. And me and your father aspect you'll get along GREAT with him." It was a demand.

"But, you and dad said you hate them?" He was confused, not understanding anything. To this day he couldn't figure out why they'd spend time with people they despised.

"Best not to ask questions and just do as your told. It's business son, you'll understand someday." His father said at the entrance of the living room. No, no he wouldn't. How could he understood, no matter how many times they talked about him being their heir. They'd never explain anything to him, they'd contradict themselves one way or another and explain it as being part of business.

His shoot open when the guards were making their rounds having everyone wake up to start the morning. Roman sat up, realizing he wasn't in hell or in a dream. This was reality and he felt like he came to revelation. Did his parents do things their way because it made them successful? And they didn't want to threaten their success by trashing the Wayne family or publicly having them as an enemy?

Roman was succeeding on his own, doing things his way and not their way. He let his true self be shown with or without the mask. But yet, because the bat he failed and when he failed, they came back. Was that a message they were trying to send to him? Why? To mock him for failing, for not understanding? He'd never bring himself to become like they were. He had no interest into pretending to be someone he wasn't like they did for so many years.

Joker approached Roman curiously. "You didn't answer me, but who was it you saw?" He asked seeming curiously.

"Hm, no one. Just my mind playing tricks on me. Sleep deprivation does that." He muttered and walked past him leaving the cell once the guards opened the door. He didn't care if Joker saw through his lie or bought it. In his mind, if he came clean to anyone about what he was experiencing. He'd either be driven into madness or dragged down to hell, perhaps even both.