A/N: Sorry for taking so long to update. With my other fanfic Prey and planning for college I just didn't have the time. I promise to keep better track.

I thins installment, our mercenaries target the heart of the financial district, Selena goes to get what is hers, and our two heroes make a dramatic entrance.

For those who are reading Prey, I will be taking a break for about four weeks. I will update once in that time, but with my senior year starting it won't be until September to resume a regular updating schedule.

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Chapter 7: Occupy Wall Street

The Gotham Stock Exchange was a madhouse. One of the four premier exchanges in the world alongside New York (DOW JONES, S&P 500, and NASDAQ), London (FTSE), and Tokyo (NIKKEI 225), the DOW GOTH was the largest of the four and even the slightest change in its numbers could send shockwaves through the global economy.

Getting their shoes shined, two stockbrokers were discussing the latest news. "So you here Wayne's back in the game?"

"Yep, showed up at Casey Novak's party four days ago. I don't know what to make of this, good or bad. My money's on bad though."

"How do you figure?"

"Change is bad my friend. When something changes you can bet it won't have a good effect on the market. The people like the status quo."

"True, what with Penguin busting out of prison even the slightest touch could send the market into a full blown nosedive."

"Well, that's what they pay us for," smirked the junior stockbroker, bright eyed in representing his firm at the DOW GOTH. Leaving a twenty for the shoe shiner, he stood and walked into the trading floor with his friend.

At the entrance, a man in a windbreaker and a motorbike helmet stepped through the metal detector with a bag. "Sir," stated the bored guard. "You're going to have to put the bag in the machine and take off your helmet." The man complied, revealing a mask over his mouth. "What the…"

With the reflexes of a much smaller man, Bane smashed the helmet into the guard's face, wielding it like a mace to strike two more guards. Wheeling, he grasped the gun toting had of another guard and twisted the gun until it was aimed right at its owner's heart. He fired once, killing the guard.

Hearing the slight commotion through the hallways and chambers, the hidden in plain sight janitor removed a waterproof bag out of his mop bucket, extracting an Uzi submachine gun. Nodding to the shoe shiner and a maintenance man who all had similar weapons, they entered the trading floor.

Grabbing the bag, Bane tapped into the Bluetooth in his ear. "Now Dean."

In his delivery uniform haggling with the floor manager over pizza, Dean Porter extracted a Desert Eagle and pistol whipped him in the head, shooting a stockbroker in the chest. Taking his lead, the New League of Shadows men sprayed the ceiling with automatic weapons fire, causing everyone to scream and duck.

Striding in, Bane nodded to Porter who produced the junior stockbroker. "He's the one we want master."

The stockbroker was petrified but still cocky. "This is a stock exchange, there's no money for you to steal."

Porter knocked him down and used his palm print to access the trading computer. Walking beside him Bane removed the device from the bag. "Oh? Then why are you people here?"

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Having received the silent alarm, the GPD quick reaction force arrived on scene within twenty minutes. Stepping out of the police cruiser driven by Nick and Amanda, Deputy Commissioner Ed Tucker began giving orders.

"Alright, I need snipers on the roof. All barriers up and block all vehicle traffic in and out of Market Square! And where's that hostage negotiator?"

"Sir," asked the President of the Stock Exchange, "What are you doing about the robbery?"

"What robbery?" asked Tucker, wishing this toad would leave police business to the police. "This is a hostage situation."

"No, this is a robbery," replied the president angrily. "They have access to the entire trading floor. The stock market is in danger of being manipulated to no end!"

"Look, I'm not risking my men to protect your money."

"It's not just ours, it's everybody's money!"

"Really," chuckled one of the SWAT troopers. "Mine's in my mattress."

"The stock market is the entire damn economy. If it goes down then everything goes down and the money in your mattress will be worth a hell of a lot less!"

Tucker rolled his eyes, wanting to get rid of the man. "Fine, shut down the cell tower and cut the fiber optic cable, that'll slow them down."

"Thank you."

"You need to move your vehicle," Amanda said to a cement truck operator. "It's blocking traffic."

"Where am I supposed to move it sweetheart?" said the driver cheekily with a wriggle of his eyebrows, earning a protective glare from Nick.

Amanda was unfazed by the obvious come on. "Back it up sir."

Just then, the barriers were raised, preventing anyone from leaving. The driver shrugged. "Stay there and don't move," Nick growled, running with Amanda back to their squadcar.

Inside the stock exchange, the computer operative turned to Porter. "Sir, the fiber optic line has been cut."

Porter frowned. "Can we continue with the transaction?"

"No, not here at least."

"How long will it take?"

"About eight minutes."

Nodding, Porter turned to Bane. "Master?"

Bane, his gaze surveying the mass of hostages, made the decision. "We go mobile."

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"Heads up, the hostages are coming out!"

Ducking back behind the squadcar, Tucker leveled his bullhorn. "Keep calm and proceed forward slowly." The petrified hostages complied. "You see anything," he said over the coms.

"No, no sight of them."

All of a sudden, a procession of five motorcycles erupted out of the stock exchange, the hostages fleeing. "Moving to engage," hollered one of the SWAT snipers.

"Negative," snarled Tucker into the radio. "They've got hostages." True enough, each of Bane's men had a hostage tied to the back of their bikes, most screaming like petrified babies. "Let's go! Get in your vehicles!" Piling into the squadcars, Tucker proceeded to give chase.

As Bane, Porter, and the mercs dodged and weaved through traffic, the hostages screaming and pleading behind them, the GPD reserve unit led by Jim Gordon sprang into action, chasing Bane into the Lower 5th Street tunnel. "Take care of them!" shouted Porter, two of the men weaving off from the main group.

Unloading the hostages, who ran to the exits like their lives depended on it, the mercs unslung their Uzis and waited for the cops to arrive.

Barreling forward in his squadcar, Gordon noticed the lights starting to dim in the tunnel. "What the hell is going on?" asked the rookie driver.

Gordon looked out the window to see two black shadows speeding ahead of them. "Oh you are in for a treat tonight son."

Seeing the cops arrive, one of the mercs raised his Uzi only to be toppled by a surge of electricity, falling over in a convulsive fit. The other glanced over only to be pulled off from his bike.

Halting, Bruce unclipped the Carbon Dioxide pump-action shotgun from the Batpod, aiming at Bane's men who were just out of range. Just then, Olivia pulled behind him, revving her engine on the second Batpod. The both looked around at the rookie officer, who had leveled his Glock 9mm at them. Facing the withering glares from them, the officer shook in his boots as Bruce and Olivia rocketed away.

"Put that away before you hurt someone rookie!" ordered Gordon. "Tucker, this is Gordon. We're giving chase, and you'll never guess who joined this party."

As Gordon told him over the radio, Tucker's lips curved back in a wolfish grin. "Great, keep on their tail!" Turning to Nick, who was driving, he said, "I'm going to do what the almighty Elliot Stabler never could, I'm going to capture Batman and Batgirl."

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"What does that verkakte moron think they're doing?" asked Bart Ganzel as live feed of the chase came in from a GCN news chopper. As expected, the camera was centered on Batman and Batgirl, who hadn't been seen since the day Harvey Dent died.

Chuckling, Bart Ganzel's special guest poured himself a shot from a decanter of whiskey. "Are you blind Ganzel?" asked Penguin, "Maybe you could explain it to him Cass, Waugh, Waugh, Waugh?"

Brian Cassidy shifted, obviously nervous that Penguin was back. The mob boss might have recruited him for Carmine Falcone in the good ol' days, but Cassidy had enjoyed the peace of semi-legitimate business ventures that Bart Ganzel offered. However, when Bane insisted that Cobblepot stay with them for the time being, one tended not to say no to the masked man. "Sir, they're leading to cops away from Bane. Ganzel huffed, taking a swig from his beer.

In the upstairs study, Selina Kyle, dressed in a skin tight catsuit, was busy trying to crack the safe when the sounds from the massive 72 in. flatscreen TV caught her attention. "Well what do you know?" she smirked.

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Letting off their hostages, Bane and Porter ordered the man carrying the laptop to press on while they swiveled around and rocketed straight for the Caped Crusaders and the wall of blue and red lighted police cruisers behind them. Shooting past, while Bruce and Olivia both wanted to go after them they knew that the hostage was the most important.

Seeing Bane and Porter escape Gordon patched himself in to Tucker. "Sir, the robbers are escaping, should we pursue?"

"Negative," said Tucker with no hesitation. "Stay on Batman and Batgirl."

"Are you sure that's a good idea sir?" asked Amaro.

"Keep driving rookie."

"But what about the armed robbers sir?" interjected Rollins from the backseat.

"Who's more important, some robber or the assholes who murdered Harvey Dent?"

The merc entered to where Upper 5th Street merged with the Cross-Island Freeway in the middle of Downtown Gotham when the hostage on his back was lifted up by a wire. He glanced back unsure of how to proceed when Olivia guided her Batpod out of nowhere and blocked his way. The bike crashed into the Batpod, hurling him ten feet onto the pavement. Stepping up, his Batpod parked about seven feet away from Olivia's, Bruce grabbed the merc by the collar and knocked him out with one punch. He picked up the backpack and removed the laptop, displaying a bright Transaction Complete.

At that point, a bright strobelight from a GPD chopper shined down on them as the fleet of nearly twenty police cruisers arrived. "Damn," Olivia murmured. "Tucker is nothing if not prompt."

The GPD quickly surrounded them. "Well Liv," said Bruce. "You're the Chief. Tell them to get out of the way." At the Badass Benson glare she shot him, he held up his hands. "Alright, I'll handle this." Noticing a car carrier, he mounted the Batpod and aimed the twin 30mm cannon for it. "Follow my lead Liv." He fired, releasing the ramps as the two shot forward, using the now deployed ramp to rocket onto the main overpass. Stunned, the cops were quick to follow, rocketing on reverse.

"We lost them sir."

"How could you lose them?" snarled Tucker over the radio.

"They've got a lot of firepower."

"What, and you don't?!"

"Hold on sir, they're headed for Municipal Tower."

Tucker grinned. "Then they're as dumb as they dress. Get us there rookie."

"Yes sir," muttered Nick, looking in the rearview mirror to see his girlfriend roll her eyes.

Dozens of police vehicles hot on their heels, Olivia looked at Bruce. "Now what honey?" Another three dozen vehicles were in front of them, like some bank robber's worst nightmare.

Bruce gave her a sidelong look. "I think we need to get a new ride baby."

Olivia replied with a massive grin. "I've been waiting for you to say that." With that, they simultaneously banked, wheels spinning, and entered a dark alleyway just as the two columns of GPD vehicles converged.

"Idiots!" exulted Tucker as he arrived a minute later, grabbing a bullhorn. "We've got them cornered like rats in a trap!" Leveling the bullhorn, he hollered, "Batman, Batgirl, we have you…"

A bright light hovering twenty feet above the ground appeared, a loud whirring sound resonating through the city. "I think you have the wrong kind of animal there Tucker," observed Gordon.

The weird black helicopter emerged like a specter as it passed over the cops, who were hapless to stop it. Once it had left into the airspace over the city, Nick walked over to an astonished Tucker. "You sure it was them?" Snarling, Tucker thrust the bullhorn to Nick and stormed off. Chuckling, Amanda strode forward and elbowed her boyfriend in the shoulder.

Watching the news live from his hospital bed, Elliot smirked at the entire situation. Tucker needed a little humbling, and he was glad to see the Caped Crusaders back in play. Yawning, he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the mysterious woman from the night he was attacked.

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Sipping his whiskey and clad in his customary top hat and tuxedo, Oswald Cobblepot took in his surroundings. Sure he was glad to be out of the slammer, but the authorities were likely searching high hand low for him since Porter busted him out. They wouldn't expect Gotham in a million years, but he hated living with this jumped up turd Ganzel. Yes, they were allies from way back when he was secretly undermining the Falcone Crime Family, but that was an alliance out of convenience, not liking. However, Bane wanted him here, and to reap the rewards of Bane's plan, here he was.

Around him, Ganzel and Cassidy were discussing the latest developments. "Sir," said Cassidy, "Bane has told me that even with Batman and Batgirl's interference, the operation was completed."

"And the men they arrested Cass, what's to say they won't blab to the cops first chance they get?"

"That was when Porter said, and I quote, 'They'll die before talking.'"

"Good men," said Penguin, downing his whiskey. "I could have used some men back at my trial six years ago."

"We could all use mamzers like that Penguin, but where Bane find these guys is beyond me." He plodded up the stairs to his study. "Penguin, would you like to join me in some celebratory Champagne?" He entered the room, "And can we get some girls here."

All of a sudden, Ganzel found himself thrown against the wall. "Be careful what you wish for," said Selina, having found nothing but an empty safe. She wanted her payment, and this tub of lard would give it to her or else. Ganzel reached for his gun but Selina forced his arm up the wall with her heel, the pistol clattering to the floor. "What's the matter," she purred, "Cat got your tongue?"

"You dumb bitch," muttered Ganzel.

"No one ever accused me of being dumb."

"You're dumb, for coming here."

"My, my Bart, is it me or has the quality of your hookers gone up in some respects and down in others?" chuckled Penguin as he waddled into the room, umbrella in hand.

"I'm not a hooker," said Selina.

"I know," smirked Penguin, hanging up his hat and putting the umbrella into the stand. "Selina Kyle isn't it? Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours Mr. Cobblepot."

"Penguin," pleaded Ganzel, "Be a mensch and help me here."

"Why? This is the most fun I've had since getting thrown into the Supermax, Waugh, Waugh, Waugh."

"Enough," growled Selina, gripping Ganzel's throat. "I want what you owe me."

Just then, she heard the click of a hammer. "Why hello again sweetheart," said Cassidy. "Those heels should be tough to walk in."

Lowering her leg while Ganzel smirked, Selina shrugged. "I don't know." She launched a roundhouse kick that knocked Cassidy to the floor. She caught his gun and pointed it at Ganzel. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"The program, the clean slate!"

"The clean slate?" asked Penguin. "That's what you promised her Bart, the ultimate tool for a master thief with a record? You should have got it up front Catwoman."

"You know babe, that name does fit you," Ganzel grinned.

"Sir, what's…" A guard came in only for Selina to grab the businessman by the throat and point the gun at the guard. Chuckling his bird like laugh, Penguin reached nonchalantly for his umbrella and leveled it at Selina, a flurry of 9mm submachine gun bullets spitting out the tip.

Hurling herself out the window to escape another one of Penguin's umbrella weapons, Selina and Ganzel hit a window washer's platform. Kicking the release lever, they descended to the roof of the adjoining building. She jammed the gun against her employer's cheek once they reached the bottom. "Where is it?"

"The clean slate? Where you type in your name, date of birth, and social security number and you vanish from every database known to man? Sounds a bit too good to be true doesn't it?"

"You're lying!" yelled Selina, her emotions getting the better of her at that point. She needed the clean slate, she needed it! "Viking Data took it to prototype stage."

"That's why I bought it, but it was all smoke and mirrors sweetheart." Angry, Selina pulled back, taking deep breaths to calm down.

At that point, a group of about fifteen burly mercs arrived on the roof, all walking calmly toward Selina. Rising, she pointed the gun at Ganzel's head. "Stay back! I'm not bluffing!"

"They know," growled Bruce from above her. "They just don't care."

Shooting one, the mercs darted in, Selina lashing out with roundhouse kicks to keep them back. Ganzel, sweat pouring down his pudgy frame, ran for the door.

Dropping from the railings above, Bruce and Olivia engaged the rest of the mercs, Bruce delivering punch after punch while Olivia deployed her nightsticks and cracked skulls. Just as Selina was about to shoot another, Liv kicked the gun out of her hand and smashed the merc coming at them. "No guns," she seethed. "No killing!"

"Where's the fun in that!" spat Selina, just as automatic weapons fire erupted from the balcony, Penguin among them. They all ran for the ledge, Bruce and Olivia jumping off to the Bat below them. Selina hesitated for a moment. She then turned and saw Bane, Porter, and Penguin advancing menacingly toward them. 'Fuck it,' she thought, and jumped.

Strapping herself into the passenger's seat behind the twin cockpit, she eyed her surroundings. "My father warned me about getting into cars with strangers."

"This isn't a car," growled Olivia, pulling the bat into a steep climb.

Below, Penguin fired off a defiant burst while Porter and Ban watched. "Your former conquest is quite good Dean," Bane observed.

"She may be Master," replied Porter, "But they don't have the same fire we do, not anymore."

"True, very true."

"What the hell are you guys talking about," asked Penguin, completely confused. "You said that they'd die. When will you deliver on that?"

"In due time my feathered friend, in due time," said Bane, patting Penguin on the shoulder.

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Landing the Bat on a random rooftop (owned by a nameless subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises), Selina quickly stepped out. "See you two around."

"You're welcome Miss Kyle," said Olivia incredulously.

"I had it under control."

"Those weren't street thugs," rasped Bruce. "Those were trained killers. We saved your life, so now we want to know what you did with Bruce and Olivia Wayne's fingerprints."

"Guy wasn't lying when he said he and the missus had powerful friends," smirked Selina. "I sold their prints to Ganzel, for something that doesn't even exist."

"Not many men seem to get the better of you."

"When a girl's desperate, right honey?" Olivia rolled her eyes. "Anyway, Ganzel is apparently working with Penguin in whatever scheme he's planning."

Olivia wanted to smack her forehead. 'Of course that waddling pain in the ass's escape attempt had to be behind this.' "Why would they want those fingerprints?"

"I have no idea, though they were interested in that mess in the Stock Market."

Both looking up, the sound of a GPD helicopter echoing in the distance, Bruce and Olivia were drawn away for a moment. "Miss Kyle…" They looked back to see her gone. "So that's what that feels like." Olivia couldn't help but smirk at her husband's observation.

A/N: Hope that was worth the wait!

Next up, the two heroes get to work on figuring out what Bane and Porter are up to. Fox has some bad news, leading to a meeting with Casey. And Alfred and Bruce have a heart to heart.

God Bless