Quincy Sharp walked up the stairs of Wayne Enterprises, security walked behind him and his assistant Doctor Hugo Strange walked beside him on the right, he ran a head along his bald head and readjusted his glasses as they approached the front desk.

"Good morning Mister Sharp." Lucy smiled "Mister Powers is awaiting you, but he's in conference right now."

"With whom?" Strange asked

"Mister Wayne, he stormed in a few minutes ago." She leaned back, her face was flushed

"Thank you ma'am," Sharp looked at his men "Stay here, Doctor Strange, come with me."

Both men walked into the board room where Paxton had a furious look on his face, Damian stood on the other side, his arms folded across his chest.

"You really wouldn't support my decision Paxton? You realize how many reporters I had to speak to so your little episode last week didn't ruin your career?"

"Since you got here all you've done is stir the pot." He slammed his hands on the table "I was running this company fine since you were in diapers."

The young Wayne chuckled "No, you've driven this company right into the ground, experimental WayneCorp tech that brainwashes women, including your wife? Letting people like Black Mask run around? Planning on giving money to the police to have someone murdered? You realize the companies name would be tarnished if you even tried pulling that crap?"

"I should have you removed from the…"

"Go on ahead." Damian challenged "I guarantee you that if you throw me out of Gotham; you'll be run out of town and become an outcast."

Sharp cleared his throat in protest, both men looked over and Paxton immediately straightened himself.

"Oh Mister Sharp, I wasn't expecting you until two."

"Well my previous meeting ended early, so I stopped for lunch at Joe's and I stopped here."

Damian looked over "Joe's is a good place; try their cheddar cheese fries, to die for."

"I would," Sharp smiled "but my heartburn would pick up past what my medication would do."

Paxton sighed "Warden Quincy Sharp, Damian Wayne the…"

"I know who Mister Wayne is; I had a lot of respect for his father." Both Damian and Sharp shook hands "it is such a shame when he died."

"Thank you sir." Damian smiled

"Well, since you're here, I can talk to you both." Sharp repositioned himself as Strange handed both men a folder "I plan on making a project when I'm mayor called Project: Arkham City, block off the narrows and allow the criminals to take control while we the members of the upper class society stay in the good parts of Gotham."

Paxton looked at the folder with interest as Damian slammed it closed which made Strange look at him "And what of the people of the Narrows Mister Sharp? Innocent people who have nothing to do with the criminals."

"There are nothing but criminals in the Narrows Mister Wayne…."

"My mother lived in Old Town, which is a district in the Narrows Mister Sharp, she is a terrific woman, and no one we met have said anything but nice things to say about her." Damian protested, a scowl forming on his face "So why are you showing us this?"

"I want your endorsement for my candidacy and my project. It will happen as soon as I'm elected."

"Well, you have the companies…" Paxton began to say

"You don't have our support." Damian protested "Both mine or the companies, it's in my family's name and I will not allow my company to support such a cannibalistic thing. You're talking about rapists and mass murders from Black Gate wandering around attacking innocent people who have done nothing at all to them."

"There aren't just…"

"You're talking about letting people like Crane wander the streets injecting people with fear toxin! Or how about if he were still living, having the Joker cause massive terrorist attacks within the city limits? I'm sorry. Neither myself nor my company will support this plan Mister Sharp."

Sharp glared at Damian and simply shook his bald head "You're making a big mistake Mister Wayne, but that's your decision to make."

He took his leave from the room, his body guards followed soon after by Strange, Damian glared as the pair's eyes met, and Strange's gray eyes met his greenish blue as Strange spoke up.

"We will hope you will change your ways Mister Wayne." Strange said smoothly "Every person has their secrets, and we will find yours."

With that he left, leaving only Paxton and Damian in the room.

"You realize you made a huge mistake right?" Paxton glared "You just pissed off one of the most…"

"He's a low level warden at Arkham with a former drug record." Damian looked at Paxton, his body relaxing as his hands went into his pockets "He would have used Wayne Enterprises and Wayne Corp money to block half the city off so he can keep his inmates in a bigger cell. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't allow it, and neither would my father if he were alive."

Damian stormed out of Paxton's office, slamming the door behind him; Paxton could only sigh as he picked up his cell phone and began to call a number.

"Its Powers, Wayne is getting too involved." Paxton sighed

He couldn't see it, but on the other end of the line, Roman Sionis was smiling under his mask "Very well, we'll deal with him."

Damian opened the door to Wayne Manor, his eyes scanned over the room, white sheets were draped over the bigger items, and he sighed as he looked around, his sneakers against the hard floor as he looked around, he wasn't aiming for the Batcave, but he was attempting to understand who his father was.

His travels took him to what he believed to be the master bedroom, as he felt himself walk, he was drawn to a small table, as he lifted the sheet, his eyes found themselves attached to the many pictures, one was of a small boy, and he assumed to be his parents beside him, the other was of a brunette woman in red.

As he picked up the picture of the boy and his parents, he knew it wasn't him, Damian's family pictures were on the mantle back home in Florence.

"That's your dad and his parents."

His head rotated to Blake approaching him. Damian's eyes returned to the table where a small stethoscope laying in a box, it was severely burnt but restored.

"That belonged to your father; I'm surprised he didn't take it with him when he left." Blake stood next to Damian

"This is why he fought?" He set the picture back down and ran his fingers along the stethoscope, feeling the burns crack under his fingers "For people who ended up leaving him?"

"Yeah, that's the sacrifice of being Batman; you lose people," he looked down at the brunette "though from what your dad told me, some people hurt him because of him being Batman, he just couldn't let it go."

"But he did, for eight years he did."

"That's true, he did let it go, but it almost killed him because he let it go." Blake looked at him "Look, there will come a day when people will hurt you because of this, your parent's will always be at your side because they went through what you're going through."

"Is that what happened between you and Barbara?" He looked at Blake "You couldn't let it go? And you almost lost her?"

"No." Blake sighed "It was because of my work she is like how she is, crippled. She almost lost her life because I was so focused on a job."

"When will you tell me what this job is?"

"Hopefully, I never will, but if it comes up, ask Barbara, she'll tell you more than I could."

Damian leaned against the wall "Can I show you something?"

"It's called Arkham City, according to Sharp, he plans on blocking off the Narrows from the rest of Gotham, letting the criminals kill each other in one big prison."

They had moved to Damian's house in upper Gotham, he needed Blake's opinion on Sharp's plan. Rain came down hard on the windows with an occasional rumble of thunder. Damian had the blue prints of Sharp's project on his laptop.

"Sharp is an idiot, no way he could come up with something as elaborate as this, someone is helping him." Blake scratched his chin

"I think I know." Damian typed a few keys on his computer and Strange's picture came up "Doctor Hugo Strange. Psychiatrist at Arkham, he spends his career studying the supernatural criminals that are in there, Scarecrow, Mad Hatter. More than likely Black Mask."

"I still have some contacts in the Narrows. See what they can dig up on…"

Before Blake could finish, the lights went dead, Damian sighed "God damn it."

A sound rang past their heads and slammed into the wall beside Blake, who pulled out his cell phone and turned on the flash light.

As Damian got closer, his eyes managed to scan over what the object was as he pulled it out of the wall, a green arrow.

"What the hell?" Damian twirled it between his fingers, letting it arch into the air

"Doesn't look like Black Rose's, maybe another arrow user in Gotham?"

"Well you tell me Blake. You're the senior level crime fighting vigilante here."

The window on the far side of the room broke as another figure joined the pair, they couldn't see who it was, but when the power came back on, Damian's eyes narrowed.

The figure was hooded, black cloth like armor covered his body with green gloves, a quiver around his shoulder and a dark green compound bow was holding a green arrow right at Damian.

"Damian Wayne." The figure spoke in an extremely deep voice "You have failed this city."

A short chapter I know, but chapter 11 will be much longer with plenty of flashbacks and we will finally get some answers leading to the end of the Black Mask ark and lead to the main villain. So flashbacks coming up in eleven and I promise I will try to get it up as fast as I can.