Author's Note: Thanks to MaikoYuukamiMegumi (Thank you! And you'll get to hear exactly what Bruce's message to Damian said soon!), soccernin19 (No kidding! And Damian will be discussing things with his brothers soon enough), and IndiaMoore (Lots and lots of trouble) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing.

"What was he thinking?" Jason snarled as he lunged into the driver's seat of the Batmobile.

"He's been trained by the League," Stephanie pointed out over the comm, already swinging from rooftop to rooftop towards Arkham. "He can handle himself."

"He's ten," Jason shot back. "I don't care if he's the greatest fighter in the known universe. Bane will snap him in half."

"Aww, I didn't know you cared," Stephanie cooed and Jason snarled at her as Dick scrambled into the passenger seat of the vehicle. No sooner had the oldest slammed the door shut then Jason peeled out, the Batmobile roaring towards Arkham.

"Oracle, how did Damian know about the breakout?" Dick questioned, sliding into the door of the vehicle as Jason flew around a tight turn.

"He'd contacted me," came Barbara's swift reply. "He was upset about something B said to him in the recording and wanted to talk to me about it." Dick glanced at Jason who spared a moment to return his gaze from beneath the cowl.

"So he's using the breakout as a distraction from what's bothering him," Dick muttered grimly and Jason nodded.

"Any luck contacting Agent A?" the new Batman questioned.

"Contact was successful," Oracle replied smoothly. "Arsenal and Green Arrow are suiting up now. They'll join you as soon as they can."

"Got it," Jason and Dick replied in synch as the Batmobile screeched to a stop in front of the ruins of one of Arkham Asylum's walls. The damage done was glaringly obvious, one wall completely gone and a huge hole on the inside wall that would adjoin Jonathan Crane's cell to Bane's. Further explosions had also damaged Arkham's outside wall, leaving a few guards dead in the chaos. Both young vigilantes scanned their surroundings from the safety of the Batmobile, hoping to catch a glimpse of their youngest brother or their enemies. No such luck. "Batgirl, what's your status?" Jason demanded, slipped into Batman's gruff voice easily after a week of patrolling under the guise of the Bat.

"I'm a block away," Stephanie replied, sounding breathless over the comm.

"Join us on the ground when you get here," Jason said smoothly. "Nightwing and I are going in."

"Copy that," came the response as the two scrambled out of the Batmobile, eyes scanning the darkness warily. "Heads up," Stephanie called. "I'm coming in." It wasn't until she swung down towards the ground that the men lurking in the shadows stepped into view.

"Great timing," Nightwing teased even as he sent the first man sprawling.

"It's one of my charms," Stephanie shot back, launching a firm kick in the middle of a man's chest. "Where did this yahoos come from?"

"They're vultures," Nightwing replied with a shrug, flipping over a man's shoulder with a move that sent his attacker sprawling to the ground. "They've already heard about the explosion and have come to see what chaos they can cause."

"Only in Gotham," Stephanie grumbled as they dispatched the last of the goons.

"Guys, I've found our missing ninja child," Barbara announced over the open communication channel. "But he's found Bane." The silence over the channel was deafening.

Damian had not meant to find Bane. His intention had been to arrive at Arkham and assist his brothers in any way possible. The fight would then distract him from what he had discovered about himself and maybe Damian could pretend his world hadn't shaken off its axis. Now he stood before the massive man, knife in hand. "Aren't you a little lost chico?" Bane mocked. "Wandering the streets alone at night in Gotham is dangerous."

"For you," Damian replied, knife flying out of his hand with what should have been deadly accuracy. He had been trained by the League to kill from the time he was old enough to walk and he knew Bane's weakness. The tube connected to the back of the man's head fed him Venom which made him stronger than an average man.

Bane sent the knife spinning aside, ignoring the thin cut it caused. "Not bad chico," Bane called cheerfully. "Not bad at all." Then he smiled a nasty little smile. "My turn." Suddenly Damian was less concerned with how he was going to beat Bane and more concerned with dodging.

Jade Nguyen placed a gentle hand on the slowly swelling bump of her stomach, her gaze fixed on the stars twinkling above her. It had been a long time since she'd been outside at night simply to stargaze. The last time had been with Roy. He'd proposed and she laughed at him, overwhelmed by the knowledge that she shouldn't have even still been alive by this point. Assassins didn't have long lifespans and people in Jade's family had either gotten caught or killed over the years. Her mother had gotten out because she'd been put in a wheelchair and Artemis had joined a band of heroes but they were the exceptions. The Nguyen and Crock families were cursed with short lives. In the end though, lying on a rooftop staring at the stars, she'd forgotten that for a little bit and said yes to Roy.

The thought made her smile, an ironic twist of the lips on her pretty face. An assassin marrying a former hero. Her younger self would have laughed until she'd been sick. Of course, younger Jade had run away from home and left Artemis to the tender mercies of Lawrence Crock. Her new self was more into building things than running away from them. The baby kicked a little underneath her hand and the smile turned into something warm and fond. "You're my little miracle, you know that?" she told the baby who kicked again in response. The child was strong, just like her father.

Jade had yet to discover the infant's gender but she was certain that the child was a girl. She had all kinds of pet names for a child that wasn't even born and Artemis had called her ridiculously mushy the last time the pair had spoken. Jade had snorted at that but it was true. The darkness that made her such a good assassin was fading away to leave behind emotions she'd once considered weak. The baby kicked once more, as if scolding her mother for missing that days when death was just another tool of the trade, and Jade shook her head to clear it. "It's about time to call your daddy, don't you think?" she asked. The baby kicked once more. Jade took it as agreement.

It had been close to six months since Roy and the other members of the Outlaws had patrolled in Gotham. Jason went through hot and cold fazes about the city, sometimes eager to be there and sometimes dying to be anywhere but his birth city. That meant Roy knew the layout of Bludhaven like he knew the back of his hand but the layout of Gotham was fuzzy and, at times, completely faded out. Relying on Oliver to cover his back, Roy lifted the Bluetooth piece to his ear and said, "Can you hear me Oracle?"

"Loud and clear," came the smooth response. Barbara Gordon's normally bright voice sounded strained even through all her filters. "Status is this; Nightwing and Batgirl are at Arkham dealing with the chaos there. Batman has gone after Damian and Bane."

"In that order?" Roy questioned.

"No," was Barbara's grim reply. "Damian ran into Bane. They're fighting now. I'm going to direct the pair of you to join up with Batman there."

"Understood," Roy told her, fingers tapping worriedly against his hip. This was not going to be good.