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Wayne Manor.

It was a quiet day at Wayne Manor.

Crime, was on the down low.

There was a relative peace.

Bruce Wayne, head of Wayne Enterprises, Patriarch of the Bat Family. Was in the living room, talking to his son Damien.

"I don't see the point of it." Damien blankly said.

"I doesn't matter if you don't see the point of it. It will surely help you develop social skills. Skill in which you are lacking." Bruce responded.

Damien crossed his arms. "I don't feel comfortable with this. There are to many open variables."

Bruce sighed, he should have known that swaying Damien to enroll into private school would be difficult.

"Damien, want you to socialize with kids your own age! I want you to have a childhood!"

"It's far too late for a childhood, don't you think Father?"

"No it's not. When your grandparents died. I spent my entire childhood brooding about that night. I nearly pushed all of my friends away." Bruce sat down in a leather chair.

"That was one mistake that I do not wish to see you make, Damien."

Damien knew that his father meant well. "What would become of 'Robin'?"

"Your studies come first. Tim would take over your patrols during the week, and you can resume patrols if you wish on the weekends."

Damien frowned. "So, I'd be a part-time crimefighter. Is that what you are saying?"

"Well, for a lack of a better term, yes."

Damien was silent for a moment. He lookeed down to the floor, and was deep in thought.

He looked back to his father. "Alright, I'll try this out."

Bruce smiled. "Excellent."

"Only for a semester though. Just to feel the hang of it, and if some engagement were to be set up then I will commit for the rest of the terms."

Bruce was elated. It was only a start, but still. A start.

"Classes has already started, but being a main donator to Martha Wayne Private School has it's advantages." Bruce joked as Damien sat down with his father to pick out classes and fill out paperwork for the new school semester.

It was a beautiful day at Gotham Memorial Park.

The sky was blue, the grass was green, and children were playing in the park, on their playground.

Mason Zimmerman was done with school for the day. He was sitting on a bench, taking in the sights.

Children with their mothers. The sun was shining down. The birds chirping, singing their song to sing.

Mason would have liked to enjoy these sights, but couldn't. he could enjoy the world when 'it' was done.

He was waiting for his friend to join him.

Jacob Andrews walked up to Mason and sat down beside him.

For a while there was a relative silence.

"The bomb didn't work." Jacob bluntly said.

"I know." Mason grunted.

Jacob pulled out a newspaper with the heading, "Two Patrolmen Lie Dead After Bank Van Explosion."

"C'mon, Jacob. We both knew people were going to die! Why should it matter if a couple of policemen get offed?" Mason scoffed as he took the newspaper and crumpled it up.

"You dick, I was going to read the rest of that!'

Mason looked at the newspaper and awkwardly un-crumpled the newspaper and gave it back to his friend.

"Thanks." Jacob sarcastically responded.

Mason looked at his friend, "I understand your hesitations, but believe me. What we are doing will hep Gotham in the long run."

Mason looked at Jacob, who looked unsure of himself.

"Do you trust me Jacob? I can't do this without you."

Jacob looked up at Mason.

"I...I'm with you."

"Good."

Mason got up, and Jacob followed him out of the park.

"Mason, what will we do now?" Jacob asked his friend.

"Plan B. We make some new friends."

Mason Zimmerman walked out of the park with a plan already forming in his head.

Harvey Bullock was walking over to Toxicology in the Forensics Lab. While Commissioner Gordon was at home recovering. Bullock was given the reigns on this case.

He was walking into the lab, when he was approached by the head analyst and friend, Stephen Michaels.

"What do we know Stephen?" Harvey asked Stephen.

"Well.." Stephen pulled out a sheet of paper with the results. "We learned that the poison used to kill your perps was the poison from a Blue-Ringed Octopus. But, this strain of poison was...changed."

Harvey eyes raised up. "Changed how?"

"It was chemically altered somehow. Normally, the venom of a Blue-Ringed Octopus would take minutes to kill, not seconds. Whomever did this, either weaponized the toxin..."

"Or stole it from a chemical lab, that weaponizes the venom." Harvey finished as he took out cellphone to make a call. "That's good work, Stephen."

Harvey strode out of the building on his cell phone.

"Commissioner, it's Bullock. Yeah, I found a lead. Yeah, I'm going to follow up now."

Harvey got into his old jalopy. "Well we found out the poison was from a Blue-Ringed Octopus." Harvey said as he was looking through his notes.

"Michaels said that the venom was weaponized, so I'm heading back to the office to look up any companies that do that."

Harvey started his engine. "You should get some rest, I'll be fi..."

Just then...Harvey Bullock's car erupted in a fiery explosion. Harvey died instantly.

Many people encircled the flaming wreckage.

Stephen Michaels ran out to see what had happened to his friend, so he immediately called 911.

What Stephen didn't notice was a young, hooded boy calmly walk in the opposite direction, away from the explosion.

James Gordon rushed out of his car, and ran to the scene.

There he saw the blackened, charred car, and the paramedics carry out a corpse inside of a body bag.

He saw Stephen talking to a patrolman about what happened.

"Officer, I'll take over."

The Police Officer nodded, and walked off to help secure the scene.

"Michaels, what happened?"

"I heard an explosion outside of the lab. I ran out to see Harvey's car...It...He..."

Gordon put a consoling hand on Michaels' shoulder. "It's okay. Just tell me everything you told Harvey."

"Okay, I.." Stephen started.

"No. Not here. At the station. Officer Phelps!" Gordon barked.

A veteran officer walked up to the commissioner.

"Take Mr. Michaels to he Station, I want him protected at all times. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

The officer took Stephen to his car with another officer and took him to the safety of the police station.

James Gordon walked over to his friend's body and looked over him, and sighed.

"Harvey..."

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