Author's Note: Thank you to Wombo Combi (Damian was the one who encrypted it in the first place so no one else could get to it. Sorry for not making that clear! As for the Joker and Jason, I will definitely be going there in this story. In fact that's coming up), soccernin19 (Yup, things are definitely about to go down!), Guest 1 (Damian does have some of the same issues ten years later as he did originally. And if Bruce wouldn't have told him that, the result probably wouldn't have been pretty!), Meridianpony (Yup! Bruce spilled the beans), and IndiaMoore (I'm glad you're enjoying this story too! And don't worry, more Damian is coming!) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing.

Harleen Quinzel had graduated at the top of her class. Career paths had been dropped before her on a golden road and out of all the offers she had chosen to become a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She had genuinely believed she would be able to help the crazies that ran rampant throughout the city. Then she met the Joker. Nobody knew his real name or if he had truly originated from Gotham. He had been handed over to the young psychiatrist in the hope that she would be able to make some headway when others could not. She had felt herself up to the task. She had thought wrong.

After just three sessions with her new patient, everything the woman had ever believed in had been turned on its head. The Joker had opened Harley's eyes to a whole new world, a new truth. After a week of research and soul searching she had embraced the new truth. After two she had broken him out of Arkham. It had been laughably easy. Arkham Asylum was, on most days, a glorified revolving door. Knowing this, it had been simple for to analyze other successful escape plans and create one of her own. Thus, three weeks after her first meeting with him, Harley Quinn broke the Joker out of Arkham.

This time around they had locked her sweetheart away in Belle Reve Penitentiary run by the iron fisted Amanda Waller. Few ever escaped Belle Reve but Harley was clever. She had a plan. Together with her close female friend, Dr. Pamela Isley, they were planning to break the infamous villains, Scarecrow and Bane, out of Arkham. With all eyes focused on the chaos in Gotham, Isley and Quinn would be free to break into Belle Reve and free the Joker for some good old fashioned chaos. A wide smile split the woman's face as she glanced over at red headed Poison Ivy. "Ready?" she questioned.

"Ready."

"Damian," Barbara breathed out softly, eyes wide and shocked. The young boy glanced down to the floor and the red head wanted desperately to cuddle him close until he stopped looking so much like a kicked puppy. The boy sniffed a little and Barbara felt her eyes well with tears. "Damian are you okay?"

"Yes," the boy replied but despite his stiff shoulders, the tear stains on his cheeks and his wavering tone told a different story.

"No you're not," the red head replied gently and Damian let out a little sob. "Damian, is this why you haven't been talking to your brothers?" The boy nodded, trembling a little, and Barbara could practically see the insecurity written in every line of his frame. The commissioner's daughter had only met the boy once, at one of Wayne's charity events, and he had been haughty and aloof then. Tim and Stephanie had reassured her that his behavior had been perfectly normal which meant that the boy had been truly shaken to act this much out of character. "Damian your brothers will still love you," she insisted but the boy was already shaking his head.

"Will they?" the by challenged, voice shaking. "I'm not even a real person. I'm just a cheap copy."

"That is a lie," Barbara protested. "Just because you're a clone doesn't mean you aren't a real person."

"I just- I don't-" The boy turned uncertain green eyes on the hacker and Barbara felt another wave of sympathy wash over her. That was when an alarm began screaming. Damian flinched at the sudden noise and the red head twisted around automatically to greet the new threat. An Arkham breakout. Barbara so hated being right. "Oracle?" Damian's voice had stabilized now that the boy was dealing with something outside his own dilemma. "Do you see this?"

"Yeah, I see it," the red head replied, already typing rapidly. A sudden thought made her hesitate before she turned back to Damian. "I hate to ask this but can you see if you can discover who is breaking out while I contact Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl."

"Of course," came the lazy reply. If she hadn't just seen him crying, Barbara wouldn't have ever known anything was wrong. That very thought made her wonder exactly how many times Damian had hid how he felt from everyone around him, including Stephanie and Tim.

Shaking her head, Barbara turned her attention towards Jason, Dick, and Stephanie. "We have an Arkham breakout," she informed them. "I'm not sure yet who was involved but it's bad. There's an entire wall down."

"Scarecrow is out," Damian cut in suddenly. "And they put him right next to Bane. The adjoining wall has probably been damaged by the explosion which means Bane will be out at any moment."

"Anyone else?" Barbara questioned him, heart pounding.

Her fingers were trembling slightly and she only realized she hadn't muted herself on the other channel when Jason asked, "What?"

"I think the Riddler may have broken free in the chaos but it is difficult to tell," came Damian's reply. "The camera angles are terrible."

"Tell me about it," the red head agreed before turning back towards the waiting vigilantes. "Scarecrow is definitely out and Bane is probably going to be. There's a possibility the Riddler is roaming free as well but it's hard to tell."

"We've got it," Dick said, voice grim. "Thanks Oracle."

"Just doing my job," Barbara replied grimly before turning her mind towards finding out where Scarecrow had gone. That was when she heard something that was probably a curse in Arabic. "Damian?" she questioned.

"Bane is out and he brought half a dozen others with him," came the reply. "They are walking directly into a trap."

"Of course," Barbara growled, frustrated and worried. "Damian I need you to get Roy and Oliver. Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl are going to need help."

"No," came the swift reply. "They're my brothers. I am going out."

"Damian," the red head called. "Damian, please!" But it was already too late. The ten year old had shut down the connection, leaving Barbara to curse and scramble to re-connect. Her first sight of the Batcave confirmed her suspicions. Damian was gone. "Batman, we have a problem," she snapped over the open channel. "Damian's gone out."

"You mean he's out of his room?" Stephanie cut in.

"Not the point Batgirl," Nightwing and Batman snapped in unison, silencing her.

"Bane brought a few others out with him," Barbara informed them. "And instead of getting Green Arrow and Arsenal like I asked, he decided to come out himself." The stream of cuss words streaming through the link was enough to make Barbara wince as she searched the cameras across Gotham for any sign of the boy. She doubted she would find anything, Damian had been trained by the League for years, but she had to try.

"Hey Oracle," Dick spoke up, interrupting her searching. "Do you think you could call Alfred and have him send Arsenal and Green Arrow out?"

"I'll try," the red head replied. "Now stop interrupting me while I search for our missing ninja."

"Yes ma'am," came the weak tease and a thin smile crossed Barbara's face before she settled down to work.