"Defense contracts, eco experimental studies, consumer products, all in the prototype stage; none in production on any level."

"None?"

Luke Fox stood from the chair he was sitting in, shut down the tablet he was using and proceeded to the lights "What did they tell you Mister Wayne?"

Damian shrugged "They didn't tell me anything."

Luke smirked as he flipped the switch; a series of floodlights came into activation giving illumination to the dark room they had been standing in "Powers told me exactly what it was when I was sent down here…prison."

As the men walked, Damian kept his hands in his pockets and looked around at various crates, vehicles and tables throughout the room, his eyes kept looking in pure fascination.

Luke Fox was about ten years Damian's senior with dark eyes, matching trimmed hair, a business suit with a blue tie and a gray jacket and pants.

"Here we go." Luke took to one of the crates and pulled the drawer out, a series of medium toned gray plates with what appeared to be a skeletal foundation "Kevlar plates under a titanium tri weave skeletal foundation for advanced infantry and recon operations."

Damian gave a low whistle as he ran his fingers over the plates. They were not ridged but not soft either.

"Why wasn't this put into production?"

Luke smiled "The suit was deemed too heavy for a SEAL team six member who was performing recon missions and was about six foot two and weighed about two hundred and so odd pounds of mostly muscle, the suit is designed to adapt to the user, it adds on about fifty pounds to the user."

"Bullet proof? Knife proof?"

"For the most part, just don't get into a fight with a fully automatic assault rifle. You'll feel it."

Damian gave a low whistle again as Luke closed the door without another word.

"Now would you like to see the belt that goes with it?"

"There's a belt?"

Luke nodded and pulled out a black belt with a circular buckle and a series of round pockets on various points on it.

"There's a reason this suit is designed for recon." Luke turned the buckle and with a flash, the belt disappeared

"What the hell is that?"

"Camouflage system, puts everything behind you in front of you. You'd be amazed what Lex Corp and Wayne Enterprises can come up with in twenty years." Luke smirked and turned the buckle again

He then looked at Damian "So Mister Wayne, what is your interest in it?"

"I wanna borrow it for free soloing."

"Free soloing?"

Damian smirked "Yeah you know, free climbing."

"You're expecting to find mercenaries trying to kill you during this climb?"

"Well, it all depends on the mountains, climb too close in the Middle East and you're bound to run into trouble."

Luke chuckled "Well, at least you have your priorities straight." He then got serious and looked at him "Mister Wayne, answer me something, are you planning what I think your planning?"

"What am I planning?"

Fox pulled out his cellphone and clicked a button, Damian looked at Luke then heard a ping as the security cameras shut down, the normal blinking red light was now dull.

"Powers set those up to keep an eye on me, as far as he is concerned, I'm just showing you around the place." Fox looked at him "Are you planning on continuing your father's legacy?"

Damian looked at Fox with a bit of shock "How…how the hell did you know about that?"

Fox chuckled "Grandfather Lucius couldn't keep his mouth shut, he told only me and my father about your dad and Batman. So, you're planning on becoming Batman?"

Damian nodded "Yeah, yeah I am."

Luke smiled "Well Damian, I think you have what it takes."

Damian smiled and looked around "What's that?"

He pointed to a car that was standing over to the side, it had a camouflage colored paint, with fins, a missile tank was pointing out, what appeared to be a mask grill, large plating above the front tires, but it seemed very sleek.

"Oh the Raptor? Oh you wouldn't be interested in that."

Damian pulled up to the upper floor of the building, Luke sat next to him in the passenger's seat as he drove, they were on the floor above where they were in the Applied Sciences building,

"The Raptor is a recon vehicle like the suit, notice how quiet it is." Luke held a finger up

Damian nodded, he did notice the engine wasn't making much noise; of course the sound might have been coming from the echo of the empty room.

"During combat in Afghanistan, they would patrol the dessert and try to find nuclear reactors."

"Why didn't it go through?"

"The sand would release from the tires, maybe quiet, but it doesn't work too well with its surroundings." Fox sighed "Just small technical errors."

Damian drove with one hand as he went around for another lap, a determined look on his face as Fox spoke again.

"Over here on the steering wheel." He pointed to two small buttons on the wheel "Activates two ten millimeter Gatling submachine guns with a hundred rounds per clip."

Damian pressed the buttons, the machine guns, round rotating machine guns on a stand appeared from the side of the car, and a small screen came to life showing what was ahead of them.

"This is your friend or foe system, you program the target and say to fire, it'll fire the designated amount of rounds you tell it. The vehicle is voice activated, you say any command and it'll complete it." Fox explained

Damian took a wide turn and the Raptor leading it to a turn and a skid along the floor. Damian smiled and put the car in park.

"So, what do you think?"

Damian smiled "Does it come in black?"

Another punch to his face caused a fast amount of blood to flow from his lip. Officer Wilkins looked up at his torturer, a man in a black skull mask glared down at him with piercing brown eyes through the holes of his mask.

"Please, I don't know anything…" Wilkins grunted in pain

The man in the mask raised the crowbar in his and slapped it into his gloved hand, his captor was bloody, and his blue uniform was stained with blood, along with his dirty blonde hair. This interrogation was taking longer than he thought.

"Who has been trying to run me out of town?" He growled

"I don't…."

The skull faced man slammed the crowbar into Wilkin's face "Who!?"

"It…It's Sharp! Quincy Sharp!"

Before he could strike again, Roman handed the crowbar to one of his men "Why?"

"He's…he's trying to clean up Gotham." Wilkins responded, fear in his voice as it hitched "He claims once he becomes Mayor, he'll run you out of town."

The masked man reached into his white suit and drew a revolver; he pointed the barrel at his head and unclicked the safety.

"No please! Spare me!"

The man laughed "No, I don't think I will." He pressed the trigger and fired

The bullet made impact in the middle of his forehead, Wilkins slumped over in a hump as the man drew his gun back.

Another skull masked man approached him as the first man spoke to his associate.

"Track down Sharp, keep an eye on him. I don't want any interference with the shipment tonight."

"What of Wayne?"

"Wayne?" The man pondered "No, don't worry about him….for now."

"Yes Black Mask."

Black Mask smiled as his associate walked away, he knew things were picking up and this was how it should be.

Blake typed on the Bat computer, he had gone through the numbers over and over again, and he just couldn't understand why this was happening.

"John?"

John looked over to a woman rolling over in a wheelchair to him, her red hair was pulled back, a set of glasses over her blue eyes. Blake smiled and approached her and they gently kissed.

"Sorry Barb, just distracted right now."

"Did you find Roman?"

"No, but I did find a shipment coming." Blake smiled "I think it's time our boy got his wings."

Damian looked over at Blake and Barbara, he had gotten to know her over the weeks, and she had been the daughter of Commissioner James Gordon, and the one to operate a suit known as Batgirl, though an accident Blake refused to speak about caused her to loose function in her legs and had been in a wheelchair since.

He looked at his father's suit, he had acquired a set of retractable arm blades like his father's and was finishing his cowl, a graphite, leather cowl that looked like his dad's, flexible but hard enough he wouldn't be able to get too much head trauma.

"Damian! Got a job for ya!" Blake yelled

Damian smiled as he began to suit up, this was going to be fun.

Okay, so I am following the bandwagon with Blake married to Barbara Gordon, but I feel like my version is different, and her accident will be explained either in this story or the next one. And I'm sorry this chapter was so short, real brain fart with this and I want to do the shipping yard chapter.

Hope everyone enjoys and stay tuned for the return of Batman!