Minutes later Serana found herself dressed in her old armor, clutching her knife and standing in the ring facing Talia, who was clutching her own sword. Her back was throbbing with pain thanks to Talia hitting her repeatedly whilst balancing atop the logs with a kendo stick that she'd brought with her. Serana hid this well, hoping that it would help her beat Talia. Talia had unsheathed her sword and taken a defensive stance; Serana copied her movement and held her knife in a loose yet firm hold.

"Do I detect overconfidence?" Talia sneered, swinging her sword at Serana.

"Not at all," Serana replied, dodging the large blade that had become a part of Talia.

Talia dodged the dark blade that Serana swung with precision and began laughing. Naturally the daughter of Ra's al-Ghul assumed that she had the upper hand, but she had forgotten Serana's will to fight to the end. Soon enough, Talia's skill had gotten the better of Serana, and the mistress of the shadows had knocked Serana to the ground with a vicious sweep. Before she could go for the "killing blow," Serana sprung into action. As the long blade went up, Serana's legs had hooked around Talia's ankles and pulled sideways; moments later Serana was on her feet and Talia on her side.

"Yield!" Serana commanded, pointing her knife toward Talia's throat.

Talia had no choice but to do as Serana said- she was beaten, bested by her father's mentee. Unbeknownst to the two of them, Ra's' other mentee leaped through the window, sending Serana into overdrive.

"GET DOWN!" Serana yelled, clutching Talia's arms and pulling her to the concrete.

"Take it easy, ladies. I came to help," a male voice replied overhead.

"Shadowstep, is that you?" Serana called out, getting to her feet and cranking her head up to the ceiling.

"Yes," Shadowstep replied, "and I brought company."

"Get down here!"

Shadowstep did as he was told, but like he said, he was indeed not alone. He thundered to the ground, clad in his "armor." With him was their fellow vigilante Nightwing, a.k.a. Dick Grayson. Deep down inside she knew the true reason that Shadowstep had shown up, but she didn't dare reveal it to the others.

"We've found Ben," Nightwing muttered. "He's being held captive in the underground of the city."

"Get a look at his kidnappers?" Serana asked, sheathing her large knife.

"Sure did. White male, about your height. Gray eyes, blond hair, and some kind of symbol tattooed on his chest. I think it was that Nazi symbol," Shadowstep replied, casting a sideways glance at Serana.

"I knew it was him!"

"Whom?" Nightwing asked curiously.

"Declan Blackwell! Son of a bitch slashed me with a knife and ran when somebody showed up. Had to have sixteen stitches just to close it up!" Serana muttered, pointing to the very old scar on her left cheek bone.

"So he's in the underground area right now?" Talia jumped in, sitting up straight.

"Yeah, but he's not alone. Has some old nemesis of my mentor's with him," Nightwing replied as the chill of fear took over his body.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Serana declared, grabbing her age-old mask and pulling it over her face.

Several groans and mumbled words rose from the mouths of Talia and the others. They clearly thought that Serana was out of her mind, but they had no time to argue. Not with Ben's life in her hands.