A/N: Hey guys. It's my birthday today! I'm 21, so Vegaaaas! I'm kidding.

In the new installment, Fox gets some visitors, Alfred divulges a little information on Bane, and our favorite mobster gets into some trouble in his prison

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

PS: every prisoner mentioned is a real person and a monster/ psychopath.

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Chapter 6: An Old Nemesis

"I'm surprised by this visit Agent Lewis," the warden said. "I assure you, United States Penitentiary, Administrative Maximum Facility (ADX) is completely secure against any form of escape. This prison was designed to prevent them you know."

Agent Dana Lewis chuckled. "I'm sure ya'll have everything under control," she stated in her southern twang, "But the Bureau did get an unconfirmed threat of an escape attempt for Adelie, and they want me to ensure he's secure. I worked with the GPD MCU back in the days when he was active, and believe me I know how dangerous he is."

"Well, you can tell your bosses at the Hoover Building that no one is breaking out of here. Florence ADX holds the nation's worst prisoners, including but not limited to: Ted "Unabomber" Kaczynski, convicted traitor and Soviet spy Robert Hanson, Cartel Leader Juan Garcia Abrego who was a colleague of Cesar Velez, WTC Bomber Ramzi Youssef, 9/11 conspirator Zacarias Moussaoui, Bonanno Family mob boss Vincent Basciano, and Aryan Brotherhood leader and cop killer Thomas Silverstein along with ol' Back and White himself. We take every precaution necessary." He motioned to the expanse of hallways. "Enclosed cells, immovable furniture, constant surveillance, massive guard presence, complete solitary confinement, no contact with the outside world, only five hours of monitored exercise per week, and complete and total navigational deprivation. None of the bastards know which way is east, west, north, or south. Total lockdown!" He clapped his hands and whooped, a man who obviously enjoyed his job.

"I'm glad these swine have gotten what they deserved," said Dana, being led into a bare interrogation room. "You must realize that the Bureau wants this unmonitored by your systems. We might be dealing with Top Secret information."

The warden did not look pleased. "I may not like it ma'am, but orders are orders. You'll be completely alone here, but just remember that this bastard is dangerous."

"Oh don't worry sugar, I can handle myself," she grinned. When the warden left, her grin disappeared and a look of complete fatigue came over her. 'God, how did I get in this mess,' she thought, hands covering her eyes in shame. 'You know why Dana, you killed a pregnant girl in a fit of jealous rage. You don't think that God would forget that?'

Well, apparently Dean Porter never did. Recruiting her for the FBI after the Dent Act made Gotham safer than an average preschool, Porter had casually blackmailed her with her criminal history to be his bitch. Several questionable yet never technically illegal activities had been performed by her for his behalf. Dana had breathed a sigh of relief when Porter was declared dead in a plane crash in Central Asia, hoping to finally move on with her life. But then, Porter returns from the dead and asks her to do the unthinkable. The FBI didn't even know she was here, another of Porter's lackeys having faked the paperwork. 'Why me?'

The door on the other side opened and two burly guards hauled a prisoner in. He was clad in an orange jumpsuit, a far cry from the black and white tuxes he was famous for. He had lost a lot of weight, looked to have gained a sizable amount of muscle, and his nose seemed to be more prominent than before. The guards deposited him on the chair, his still determined eyes glaring through his monocle. "Why hello there little lady," he smirked. "You are the first woman I've seen in six years, and my my, what a specimen."

Dana glared at him. "I can't say it's a pleasure Mr. Cobblepot. If it was up to me I wouldn't get within twenty miles of you. When you had the Joker kill Iris Peterson, I was wounded."

"Ah for the good old days," Penguin chuckled. "I'd offer you some refreshments, but in my current accommodations food is hard to come by." He ran a hand through his now all white hair around his bald spot. He might have been incarcerated in solitary confinement for the last six years but his criminal spirit hadn't yet been broken.

"Well, that might soon change." Penguin raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued.

"And how might that happen Miss…?"

"Lewis, Dana Lewis. And it's Agent Lewis to you Penguin." Disgusted with herself, she lashed out at him. "Slime like you don't get to call me by my first name."

"Feisty temper Agent Lewis. Now what could the Bureau want from me that would get me sprung from this fine house of lodging?"

"My employer wants nothing from you," answered Dana truthfully.

"Then what could you possibly be here for? As you probably know, I'm serving nearly five dozen life sentences. There's no way I'm ever leaving here except in a body bag, so whatever it is you want you can shove it where the sun don't shine."

'Here goes nothing.' "I am representing someone else, someone who wants you to appear in Gotham by the end of the week."

That was something that Penguin wasn't expecting at all. "Is that so? And how will this someone else acquire me a furlough?"

"Be on the lookout for something to happen later today Mr. Cobblepot."

Penguin pursed his lips. "Is this happening involving just me, or is there more than one person being involved?"

"Just you, though I have no idea why you would care about people you don't even see."

Penguin thought that was uproariously funny for some reason. "Sorry, he, he, the only thing they play on the TV here are religious services and closed-circuit programs. If I hear another Kirk Cameron documentary on how I can change my life by letting Christ in my heart I'll probably hang myself." He laughed again, this time degenerating into vulture like squawks.

Getting nauseous, she rose with a look of contempt on her face. "Now I must be going." Dana had done what she needed to do, well, almost what she needed to do. Penguin was led back to his cell, an evil grin on his face. Once she was back in the hallway, Dana turned to the warden. "May I use one of your computers to send a message to the Bureau; I seemed to have left my iPhone back at the hotel." The warden agreed.

Much later, she met up with the shadowy figure in a bare patch of wilderness outside Florence. "Did you inform the target?" her blackmailer asked.

"Yes Dean, I did."

"Did you upload the virus?"

"Yes Dean. I did everything you asked of me. I've shilled for you, covered up your improprieties, kept up tabs with my former boss and her billionaire friend, and now committed aiding and abetting an escape attempt. Can you please stop this and let me go on with my life?"

Porter smiled. "Ok Dana, I'll release you from your contract. But I'm afraid there cannot be any loose ends." Before Dana could react, Porter shot her twice in the head. "The fire rises."

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Having snuck in through the executive elevator, Bruce and Olivia waited in the office of the President and CEO of Wayne Enterprises. They hadn't been here in nearly three years when the energy project fell through, and it brought back fond memories for both of them.

"Well, well, as I live and breathe. Mr. and Mrs. Wayne are here to see me. This must be important to have both of you come here."

"Hello Lucius," said Olivia, standing up to give Lucius a hug, while Bruce just gave a handshake. "You have to excuse my husband, he is after all injured."

"I understand Mrs. Wayne, so." He plopped down in his chair, "Now that you're out of cryogenic sleep, what is it that I can do for my favorite couple?"

Bruce smiled, taking Olivia's hand. It still always made him beam when people reminded him he was married to the beautiful creature to his left. "I see you haven't lost your sense of humor Lucius, even if you did lose most of our money."

"Actually you did that Mr. Wayne. When you put the entire R&D budget on a fusion reactor project that you then mothball, the company is not going to look so hot to investors."

"So what are our options?" asked Olivia. She had been one of the biggest proponents for the project, spending hours in the manor going over the details with Bruce.

"Well, firstly we could turn on the reactor."

Olivia shook her head. "You know we can't do that Lucius."

"Ok then, just sit tight. The F-35 contract should keep the investors happy while your majority will keep Ganzel at bay. In the meantime, we can try and find a future for the energy project with Casey Novak. She's supported the project the whole way and is quite lovely," Fox smiled.

Bruce chuckled, "Not that I've noticed of course," he replied, smiling at his wife.

"She just wants what's best for you two, as do all of us. Show her the reactor."

"We'll think it over," said Olivia, rising with Bruce to leave.

"That's it? Usually these meetings end with an unusual request, usually having something to do with a new wardrobe or nifty doodad that I'll have to design."

"We're retired Lucius."

"Come on anyway. I have some things I'd like you to see for old times' sake."

The underground storage facility was just like Bruce and Liv remembered it, only more cluttered with vehicles and weapons. "I'd always figured you'd shut this place down," said Bruce.

"It was always shut down, officially of course," Fox winked.

"What's all this new stuff?" asked Olivia.

"When Thomas Wayne died, Earle formed nearly a dozen different defense subsidiaries in order to more easily sell weapons overseas. I've been gradually shutting them down, sending the main products to the central facility while concentrating the prototypes all under one roof, mine." He reached a large hangar, and his eyes twinkled. "Ah, I know you guys are going to love this." He clicked the button to open the hangar.

The doors opened to reveal the prototype. Olivia looked like a kid in a candy store while Bruce smirked. "Now you're just showing off Lucius."

Fox laughed. "Project for the IDF and Marine Corps," he explained. "It was built as an urban pacification aircraft. The rotor is placed beneath the main body to improve maneuverability and allow it to move in-between buildings with ease. We armed it with two 20mm automatic cannon like in the AH-64 Apache, along with a load of eight AGM-114 Hellfire anti-tank missiles and two 8-round Zuni rocket pods."

"Now this is my kind of vehicle," Olivia grinned. "I can't wait to take it out for a spin."

"Who says you're piloting it?" asked Bruce.

"Now honey," said Olivia, her voice dropping to a throaty purr. "You got to drive the Tumbler, so naturally it's my turn," she said, walking over to her husband and staring him in the eye.

"Your wife makes an excellent point Mr. Wayne," interjected an amused Fox.

Bruce held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, you win Liv. I know better than to argue with you over something like this."

Olivia smiled and gave him a kiss. "Good boy."

"Now Fox, are there any problems or glitches I should know about?"

"Everything's been hammered out, except for the autopilot. But I'm sure a less busy man such as yourself could fix it in no time." Bruce nodded.

"So what is this beauty called?" asked Olivia.

"Oh, it has a long, uninteresting Wayne Enterprises designation, but I've taken to calling it the Bat. And yes Mrs. Wayne, it does come in black."

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The knee brace bit into his leg, causing Bruce to wince in pain. "Is it painful honey?" asked Olivia, leaning on one of the columns in the batcave watching him.

"A bit," he groaned, flexing his knee.

"Awe, poor baby," she teased.

Bruce gave her a scowl. "You are welcome to try it out for yourself Mrs. Wayne."

"Happy watching Mr. Wayne."

"I swear, Alfred is rubbing off on you more and more as the years go by," he muttered. Lashing out with a kick, he pulverized a few loose bricks. "Not bad at all!"

She looked her husband up and down, marveling at how attractive he was. "Nope, but I can still kick your ass."

"Wanna bet Liv?"

"Hmmm," she thought out loud, and in half a dozen simple moves, she had him pinned on the ground in less than a minute. "Ha."

"You cheated Liv."

"And how did I cheat Bruce Wayne?"

"You're feminine wiles distracted me," he retorted leaning up and planting a kiss on her lips.

Olivia deepened the kiss, both of them moaning into each other's mouths. He was starting to tug at her shirt when someone cleared their throat. "I'm not interrupting am I?" Alfred said.

"You kind of are Alfred," Bruce said, causing Olivia to giggle.

"Don't worry Bruce," she whispered seductively. "We'll finish this later." With that, she jumped up and turned to Alfred. "So what's up?"

"If you two are seriously considering going back out there, I think you need to hear the rumors surrounding Bane."

"We're all ears Alfred," said Bruce, striding to the platform that was now rising out of the water.

"There is a prison in a more ancient part of the world, a pit so to speak. Men are thrown in there to die, but sometimes, the pit sends something back."

"You mean Bane?" asked Olivia, her and Bruce inspecting their suits that rose out of the platform.

"Born and raised in hell on earth."

"He was born in the prison?" Bruce questioned.

"No one knows why, or how he escaped, but what they do know is that he was trained by Ra's al Ghul, your mentor Master Wayne."

"Bane was a member of the League of Shadows," Olivia stated, her mind flashing to their fight with them. This was not good at all.

"Yes, they trained him, and then he trained an apprentice much like al Ghul trained you. Then, they were excommunicated by Ra's and the League's high council for crimes against the organization. Any man who's too extreme for Ra's al Ghul is not to be trifled with."

"We've trifled with many a criminal Alfred."

"You may have, but that was then. You can strap up your leg and go out together in your suit and capes but that doesn't make both of you who you were."

"Uncle Alfred, if Bane and his mystery apprentice are anything like what you said they are, then the city needs us."

"No, the city needs Bruce and Olivia Wayne, your knowledge, your experience, your resources. It doesn't need your bodies or your spirits."

"You're afraid that if Olivia and I go back out there, we'll fail."

"No, I'm afraid that you'll want to." Alfred left to let his wards digest what he had said.

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Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot sat in his small cell, whistling the time away. He had been stuck in this shithole for six damn years, six years without so much as a glimpse of anyone besides his lawyer and the burly guards that babysat him. For the once mighty King of Gotham, it was quite the ignominious end, but he was not going to break.

Suddenly, all the lights began to flicker, both in his cell and outside in the courtyard through his window slit. The door was thrown open and two new guards whom he had never seen before charged in and grabbed him. "Prison transfer Penguin," growled one. The former mob boss only smirked.

Outside in the transport van, Dean Porter smiled as the guards led Penguin outside. The virus the late Dana Lewis had planted in the prison's network easily faked a transfer order, allowing them a 12-window to get the mob boss out of the facility and on his way to Gotham. Loathe Porter was to have to work with the waddling buffoon, both he and his master realized that if their plan was to work they needed the criminal mastermind.

Shoving Penguin inside, Porter nodded to him. "Mr. Cobblepot."

"You're that FBI agent who worked my case," Penguin stated matter of factly. "Why would you want to help me?" As Porter explained the plan, Penguin's puzzled expression grew into a wide and evil grin.

A/N: And boom! Batman and Batgirl are ready to roll and Bane and Porter have allied with Penguin. Things are bound to heat up!

Next time, Occupy Wall Street gets a whole new meaning!

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