Blake stormed into the Batcave "Now is our chance Damian, if we just let Black Mask and Falcone kill each other, you sweep in and bring Roman down."

Damian looked out at The Bat, his mind wandered as he thought of Victoria again, picturing her as a brainwashed killer, killing innocent people for Roman, those who would dare oppose him, it felt like too much to handle, he had a duty as Batman to take down those who are corrupt and bring about justice, but where does the line between good and bad go gray?

"Now, we'll have to test the suit to see if it can handle the amount of rounds from…" Blake looked up from the computer to see Damian heading for the elevator "Where are you going?"

"Out, I'll be back." He didn't face his mentor; he pressed the button on the elevator and climbed up

His mind continued to wander as he eventually found himself away from the Palacades and toward the Gotham Bay, his feet stopped in the middle of the busy walking bridge, people were walking with their dogs or others, jogging with ear buds in their ears or riding bikes, he looked out at the ocean and the setting sun.

Damian never thought Victoria would affect him this much, one woman made his confidence shake like this, to the point he felt sick in his stomach knowing tomorrow morning things would change and God only knows how much it would change, he didn't know if he had to start over again with Falcone or would Gotham be free from Black Mask's grip? But what would he loose?

Deathstroke would be finished, that was a benefit. Black Mask and his associates left would face time in Arkham, but would he loose Victoria?

His mind replayed their date, the second date they had that later led to some serious one on one special attention in his bedroom until one in the morning. His lips slowly pressed together as he felt himself begin to sing a lyric from the movie they watched.

"Tomorrow you'll be worlds away…and yet with your my world has started." Damian muttered to himself as he leaned his arms against the railing overlooking the bay "Will we ever meet again? I was born to be with you. And I swear I will be true."

Victoria applied the black eye makeup to her eyes and slipped the plain white mask to her face, she took a breath as she slipped the quiver on her back.

Her mind wandered, like it had done a lot since Batman called her out on her identity, Oliver Queen's daughter, a difficult legacy to live up to she supposed. She felt free, no longer having to deal with her father and his controlling nature when it came to her destiny, she wanted to be her own person, Roman gave her that freedom, but then again….both identities gave her Damian.

Damian had been such a gentlemen these last few months and she didn't know why, but it killed her knowing how much she was hurting him, constantly looking at her phone showed her how much he cared about her just by the amount of text messages, voice mails and phone calls she got in a given day from him.

Their second date was wonderful, she felt like she was at home in his arms as they had pizza while watching the French musical, would going back to being Oliver Queen's daughter and not as an agent to Black Mask take him away or would it draw her closer?

She removed her mask and let her face be seen in the mirror, what had she become? These thoughts plagued her sometimes, but whenever it happens, she felt herself enter a sleep like state and she would wake up eight hours later completely refreshed.

Damian was the one part of her life she never forgot or never got off of her mind, she thought back to their second date, the magic the two of them shared, would they even be able to share those days when and if she returned to normal?

"Tomorrow you'll be worlds away…and yet with your my world has started." She murmured "Will we ever meet again? I was born to be with you. And I swear I will be true."

She didn't know what Damian would say, but she knew…she hoped he would forgive her and love her the same way he always had.

Alberto Falcone stood in front of his men, they met in the old Falcone shipping yard his father owned decades ago, this was his legacy, and he was going to take it back.

"No speeches, we shoot anything and everything that stands in our way." He sneered "This is our city, and no man in a mask will take it away from us."

His men smirked as the M4 rifles were being passed from man to man, the clips next followed by anything else they desired, submachine guns, shotguns, knives, pistols, bazookas, whatever they desired it was theirs.

Falcone looked at his men and looked at his right "Mister Lawton, I have a special task for you."

Out in the shadows, Deadshot rose from the crate he sat on, his sniper rifle held in his arms "And that would be?"

"Kill Commissioner Akins and the Batman."

He nodded "Understood."

As Falcone turned back to his men, the sun slowly began to rise over the horizon as the last clip was pulled into the assault rifle.

"The time is now. The day is here." Falcone called out to his men like a military commander

"We end this, and we end this right now. The last thing we need is Falcone trying to take back what is ours."

Black Mask, the remaining False Facers, Deathstroke and the Black Rose met in their main base within Old Town.

"Deathstroke, go after Batman, make sure he doesn't get in our way."

Joe Wilson nodded in approval, without another word he took his leave. Victoria felt conflicted with everything going on.

"Tattoo, Rhino, Tunpeng, you will be with me. When the shooting starts, we won't let them go any further then we have to, if Falcone takes center Gotham we're done." A bitter tone came from Black Mask's voice

The False Facers nodded in approval.

"What of the men we already have in place?"

"Akins won't know what hit him." Finally he turned to Victoria

"I have something special in mind for you." His finger ran along her shoulder

She shuttered but did not dare move, she knew the second she did, Damian, her parents and even herself would be killed.

"So he just left?" Oliver asked confused and angry

Blake looked at Oliver and Laurel who had agreed to meet him in the Batcave; they needed a new strategy to end this gang war before it began.

"Yes, I can't raise him on his cell or track him either." Blake looked down at his leg; a brace was attached and took away his use of a cane

"John, you're not going to do this." Barbara rolled up the catwalk

John walked over to a rising platform, his Nightwing costume and equipment sat inside; he placed a hand on the right shoulder.

"What other choice do I have Barb?" John looked at her "Damian's gone and Oliver and Laurel don't know the city like I do."

"Then they'll have me."

Everyone turned to Damian walking back inside the Batcave, his hands were in his pockets, Blake did nothing more but glare at him.

"I know where I stand." He approached Blake "Between Black Mask and the people of Gotham. How do we begin?"

The sun slowly began to rise as Michael Akins stood in his SWAT armor, his rifle slung over his arm as he walked down the two sixteen man rows that stood on his left and right within the main complex of Arkham Asylum.

"Gentlemen, we have one more day until this so called revolution." Akins slowly walked down the middle of the rows "We'll be ready for these gang leaders. When they see us, they will wet themselves with blood."

"Oh rah!" The men yelled

"We will join the people's heroes we will follow where they go, we will learn their little secrets and we will know the things they know." Akins looked at them all "Tomorrow is our judgment day."

"What about the Batman sir?"

"The Bat's really got us over the table on this one. He's jeopardized all of our lives and the lives of every good citizen in this city. So from here on out… forget the rubber bullets. You see anyone in a mask... you shoot to kill." Akins declared "Now move it out!"

As the SWAT teams began to move out the door, Akins approached one soldier in particular.

"Brendan, I trust you're going to not follow the actions of your father?"

Brendan looked at him "What do you mean?"

"Last time, Peter let a vicious killer get away, you make the same mistakes Captain, and we're going to have an issue."

Brendan Foley nodded "I won't let you or my men down."

Damian stood on the rooftop overlooking the center of the fight scene, the streets were cleared, and it felt like a warzone, he knew the people were scared and he knew what was to be coming in a few minutes.

He held his cowl in his right hand, a sigh left his lips as he slipped it over his head and tapped the radio.

"Everything in place?"

"For the most part. The GCPD is on its way to stop this, but Falcone and Black Mask's men have broken off. Oracle is tracking them as we speak."

"All I care about is Black Mask, let Falcone take care of the others." Batman growled

"The quicker we get this done, the quicker we get this done."

Damian sighed and released his fingers from the side of his cowl "One more dawn, one more day. One day more."

Okay, I know this chapter was a filler, but I felt like this was a good calm before the storm leading up to a major fight chapter which probably take me awhile assuming things go well these next few days, best case scenario will be up by Saturday or Sunday. Also I know this was Les Miserables inspired here so don't hate on me for this, this will be the last chapter with that type of theme in it.

So stay tuned for the next chapter!