A/N: So, yeah, hopefully, I can finish this one much faster than I did "Walk Your Path." Amazing how much you can get done when you stay off Facebook. Did you guys know it has been over a year since I wrote "Walk Your Path"? I didn't until I posted this one. Man, time flies!

Anyway, on to the first official chapter!

Chapter 1: Resurgence

She hated it when he did this. Every time, he did this. How many times had he been in this position? And how many times had she had to be in this position because he was in this position?

"You should know better!" Max shouted. She was applying ointment to a cut on Terry's left shoulder blade, a result of shrapnel damage from the evening's exploits. "You're supposed to, anyway!"

Terry smiled and looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend. "I love it when you scream random sentences at me like I'm supposed to know what you're talking about."

She swatted his scrape.

"OW!"

"You know what I mean! Every time you go at it with Mad Stan, you always end up like this!"

"It's not my fault he had a extra grenade!"

She stared at him, incredulously. "It's Mad Stan. HE ALWAYS HAS A EXTRA GRENADE!"

"Don't yell at me! I didn't try to blow myself up!"

"You might as well have! Thinking he didn't have an extra grenade…" She put the bandage over his cut. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting against his back. "I'm glad you're okay. Sounds like he was swinging for the fences on this one."

He placed one hand on her arms. "One of his dumber plots. Trying to kill the Mayor right in the middle of the street. I mean… he didn't even try to hide it. Just waltzed right up with a rocket launcher."

"What's with these guys? Don't any of them mellow out after a while?"

"The old man said the Riddler did. Just up and retired one day."

She smirked. "Then there's hope for you, yet."

"Not really. He said Two-Face got worse."

Her face dropped, "Slag." She sighed. "Oh, well…"

He smiled. "But I do have one advantage over the old guy."

"What?"

He stared at her. "You."

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his corniness. "Smooth, McGinnis."

"I thought so. Did it work?"

She couldn't deny it. Those eyes and that voice of his always got to her. Even leaving her short of breath. Curse his suave, romantic side. "Slag it, yeah…" She kissed him.

Anytime he was hurt, their talks ended like this. She always planned to keep yelling at him but he always turned the tables on her. She was starting to wonder if he planned it to go this way each time. Whether he did or didn't, she didn't care; it was awesome all the same.

It had been a little over three months since the Black Tiger Murders and since Terry and Max had gotten together and things were going extremely well, even for a relationship of their nature. They both figured it was because they were best friends first and because Max knew all about Terry long before they became interested in each other romantically. It definitely made a lot of things easier. Something they were both very grateful for.

The following day, on the way to school, the couple was walking together when Chelsea caught up with them.

"Hey, guys," the blonde greeted.

"Hey, Chels," Terry greeted.

"Hey, girl," Max waved.

"You guys remember that sound guy who said he'd, like, blow up Gotham if the city didn't hand over Batman?" Chelsea asked.

Terry hid it but his mind focused on one name, 'Shriek…'

"Yeah," Max replied. "What about him?"

"They said he broke out of Blackgate last night."

Terry looked surprised. "What happened?"

"They said there was some kind of earthquake and he got out."

"Anyone else escape?"

"It was a large breakout attempt but they caught most everyone else."

"Most?"

"Yeah. It was just some other guy they had in solitary named Rupert Walker."

Max didn't know the name… but Terry did.

Rupert Walker.

King.

Of the Royal Flush Gang.

Two supervillains that hated his guts. And they weren't in prison anymore.

"They… escaped together?" Terry asked.

"That's what the police think," Chelsea said. "So far, they think that Shriek broke himself out then went for the other guy. They don't know anything more than that."

'Great…' he groaned, quietly. 'This couldn't possibly spell huge trouble for him anytime soon.' He just shook his head because he knew better. He was nowhere near that lucky.

After his last class of the day, Terry was in the hallway waiting for Max. He took the time to get on the phone and call his mentor. The second Bruce answered, Terry didn't even bother with any pleasantries. "Did you hear?"

"Just found out this morning," Bruce replied.

"Why didn't you call me when you found out?"

The first Batman paused for a second. "I thought you'd watch the news. Silly me."

Terry could hear the sarcasm radiating off of his mentor's words. He ignored it. "How'd they do it?"

"Somehow, Shriek got ahold of his equipment and he broke out that way. It was probably that assistant of his."

The teen walked around in a frustrated circle, "Got his equipment? What the heck?! Even if that weird guy is hard to keep track of, how'd he even get in to Blackgate? Don't they check on people in solitary?"

"Not with automated food dispensing. He created a feedback loop on the cameras that had everyone fooled. Ironically, Shriek hadn't made a… peep in weeks."

Terry rolled his eyes, glad Bruce couldn't see him. "If that was you trying to be funny…"

"Better than anything you ever come up with."

"Not even gonna argue that with you. What do we do?"

"Prepare for the worse."

"And hope for the best?"

"Sure, why not?"

Coming from Bruce, that was never convincing. What was worse is that Terry could almost see his sarcastic smirk. He was getting to know Bruce all too well… and that terrified him to no end. "Do we even have any idea what they're up to?"

"Well, considering Blackgate's new location is only about eight hours drive from here and they haven't shown up yet? No."

"Should we go after them?"

"Without a location? Pointless. Besides, we can't leave this city unprotected to chase them right now."

"Ya got a point there." He paused. "I guess I better be ready for a fight…"

"Always be ready."

Terry sighed. "And how."

"I'll keep checking for any news on their location. I'll let you know when I have something."

"Right." He hung up. He turned around to find Max standing behind him.

"Something bad?" Max asked.

"Yeah. The other man who escaped with Shriek was King from the Royal Flush Gang."

She didn't him to explain further that was bad. She exhaled, "Oh, boy…"

"Yep."

"So, what now?"

He shrugged. "Nothing really to do until they make a move."

"Any idea on what that will be?"

"Nope. No reason to even think that they're helping each other."

She looked him over. His body language was sending out a signal. "But… you do."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

He stood still for a second, searching for a reason but he couldn't find one. "Dunno. Call it a feeling." They started walking, heading out of the school.

She reached down and took hold of his hand, putting a firm grip on it. "Let me ask you something: when was the last time you had a feeling like this?"

He flinched. "Do you want an honest answer?"

"I prefer those, yeah."

He sighed. "…when the Joker showed back up…"

She took another deep breath, "Slag…"

"I wish I could explain it but… I just feel like something's coming… something big." He stared straight ahead, his gaze going cold. "Something bad."

She noticed he had the look in his eyes. It frightened her a little. "Baby… you're starting to scare me…"

He looked at her. "Believe me…" His voice slipped into his Batman tone, "I'm starting to scare me."

Two days later, King and Shriek arrived in London, heading directly for the shipping ports. They were dressed in civilian clothes, making themselves as inconspicuous as possible as they searched for the man they needed to make their plan of revenge a reality. They were near a secluded dock and found the man. He was surrounded by his gang, having just secured a big score. They were all drinking and toasting one another on outsmarting the authorities.

"I dare say this is our man," King pointed out.

"Yeah," Shriek put on one of sound gauntlets. "Bit premature to celebrate."

"Considering their about to lose what they just won." He removed his sword from under his coat. "Shall we begin?"

Shriek put on his helmet. "Let's."

They walked forward and the gang looked up to see the Gotham criminals staring at them. Before any of them could say anything, Shriek fired a sound wave at group, causing most of them to go sailing through the air. He conveniently missed the man he and King needed but he fired another sound wave, causing another group of criminals to go careening into the water. After the brief mayhem, King walked forward and stared at those who were still on the dock.

"Do we have your attention now?" King asked.

They all nodded very quickly.

"Is there any question who is in charge?"

Again, unanimous agreement; they belonged to King and Shriek.

"Splendid! Now, then…" He walked closer. "Where is… Mr. Cory Blackwell?"

Blackwell eased himself from where he had been hiding and stepped forward with his hands raised. He knew these two criminals by reputation and the last thing he wanted to do was anger them. He was a thief but he wanted to be a breathing thief. "What… whatever you want… ju-just take it. It's yours."

"Oh, we plan to," Shriek said as he walked up. "Just nothing you stole. But it's what you're gonna steal and move for us."

"What do you mean?"

"He means to say, Mr. Blackwell," King said, "that we have need of your services."

A/N: So, question: what did you guys think of the real name I gave King? They never supplied it in the show so I just made one up. Rupert just sounded right to me. Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this so far! Reviews!

Next Chapter: The Wheels of Revenge

What are Shriek and King up to? And can the Gotham Knights figure it out? And who else is after the two criminals?