Bruce POV

"Fancy a stroll? It's a beautiful day."

"I'm busy."

"I've got a question for you Master Bruce. What if this is a complete and utter waste of time? What if you never discover who killed your mom and dad? Humm? What if you never get to wreak revenge?"

"I don't want revenge. I want to understand how it all works. How Gotham works."

"Well you'd have a better chance of digging to China with a teaspoon."

"Take the Arkham project for instance. How did Falcone and Maroni crime families get such big shares in the deal? I mean I know city hall is corrupt but why didn't Wayne Enterprises do something? Can you pass me that blue folder over there?"

"Well I suppose as hobbies go this is a dam slight better then grilling yourself up like a bloody pork chop. Still not particularly healthy is it?"

"Thank you."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah, yeah for sure. I'll take a walk later. Thank you Alfred."

Sal POV

"I won a piece of Arkham. I strong armed the mayor. I made Falcone back down. And your telling me that I can't rob a lousy casino?"

"Sal, the casino is Falcone's pride and joy. I mean what's the point? For a few thousand busks why mess with Falcone?"

"The point is messing with Falcone. I want him and his people to know that we aren't going to back down. Arkham was just the beginning. We are taking over Frankie. Inch by inch."

"Yeah ok but..."

"But, but, but. Make it happen." With that, I turn to leave.

"Okay Boss. What are you looking at? You got something to say?" Frankie asks.

"No sir. Nothing at all." Oswald replies.

Bruce POV

"What would your mother say? You know I've half a mind to stick all this lot into the bloody fire."

"No fire." I reply groggily.

"We'll see about that. Come on up you get. Wayne enterprises is hosting a charitable luncheon tomorrow. I took the liberty of accepting their kind invitation on your behalf Master Bruce."

"Good. Is there breakfast?"

I could tell my question and response surprised Alfred. "I'll make you an egg. Does that mean you'll go?"

"Yes. I have some questions that I need to ask the board."

"What kind of questions?"

"About Arkham.

"It seems very likely that those gangsters were given their shares in Arkham by Wayne Enterprises."

"Well that's the way business is done isn't it." Alfred replies glancing down at the floor.

"Is it? My parents didn't do business that way did they Alfred?" I ask in concern.

"No. No they didn't Master Bruce." Alfred replies reassuringly.

"The board might not know of course. There is quite a bit of cleaver camouflage used. Shell companies, Off shore accounts and so forth." I reply.

"Right so you learned all of that from all of this did you? Fantastic detective work. I still want to get the whole lot and chuck it straight into the fire."

"Don't put anything in the fire Alfred. That's an order." I reply looking up from the file I had been reading.

"Right, Master Bruce. Nothing in the fire."

Sal POV

"Maybe I should hire that guy to take the casino. Or maybe you should snort some viper. Either way I want that casino taken."

"Sure we'll take it. I mean it's tight as a nut. Ten armed guards. Blast proof doors, cameras.
We're gonna loose a few guys. But we will take it." Frankie replies.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation regarding the casino ." Pablo says to me.

"Go mind your business." Frankie says.

"I'm sorry, of course. I'm so sorry." Pablo replies starting to back away.

"No. Tell me, what about the casino?"

"I know a janitor who runs the boiler room of the casino. He could get you inside quite easily I believe there are access tunnels that nobody knows about."

"Access tunnles?" Frankie replies skeptically.

"Sit down. Come here."

"Thank you sir. It's a great honor indeed." Pablo says taking a seat next to me. "What's your name again?"

"Everyone calls me penguin, sir."

"You don't like that name huh?" He shakes his head no. "Yeah well, your wrong. It's a good name. It works for you. So how do you know this man the janitor?"

"I have connections."

"Reliable is he?"

"I think I can persuade him to be." Penguin replies.

"Boss this guy is a dishwasher in a suit." Frankie replies obviously not liking this idea one bit.

"Relax. Is that right penguin ? Are you just a dishwasher? Because I don't get that vibe. You come off as all humble, but you got a little player in you huh?"

"That's very perceptive of you sir. I guess that's why your the Dom." Penguin replies.

"Well, heh, heh."

"I'm not a dishwasher. And this isn't my first rodeo so to speak."

"So you rode some bulls huh? I knew it. Well, tell all cowboy."

"Well my real name is Oswald Cobblepot."

"Mm-hm."

"And I think that once you hear my story you'll agree that I could be a great asset for you, sir. It's a long funny story really, but the headline, just so your not surprised, I use to work for Fish Mooney."

"Fish Mooney? Hey."

"I was privey to many aspects of the Falcone family business. Until they tried to kill me."

"Well, heh, heh."

"Hello. Suffice to say..." Grabbing ahold of Penguin's neck I slammed his head into the table multiple times.

"That is a funny story." Upon seeing me hurting the Penguin, Bella begins to whimper her eyes filling with tears. "There, there princess, there's no need for tears. Come sit on daddy's lap. Bella frowns and shakes her head no frowning at me.

"No. You is a bad man. You huwt me fweind. You huwt penguin." Bella says he's eyes flashing in anger she replies with a slight growl walking over to him. "Is you otay?"

"I'll be fine. Don Maroni has every right to be upset with me. I lied to him and by all rights, I deserve to go bye bye."

At this, my princess let's out a deep growl. "No! You is not gonna go bye bye! Wight daddy?"

I sigh. "Alright. If this Gorden fella can confirm your story, then for my princess's sake, I won't kill you. If however, your stories don't match up, well, then I'm afraid even she won't be able to save you."

A little while later, James Gorden is standing in the restaurant. "My name is Salvatore Maroni."

"I know who you are. What do you want?"

"Here's the thing."

"Jim just tell him the truth." Penguin pleads and I glare at him causing him to shut up.

"You want a drink Jim? I'm having a negroni. So good with seafood."

"Water."

"So our friend here told me a fascinating story. Never heard a story so good. It's hard to believe it's true."

"It is, it's true." Penguin whispers.

"Shut up! Shut up! One more word and I'll jam this down your throat!" Causing my princess to let out a low growl.

"Daddy being mean." She says with a pout.

"I try to be civil Jim." I reply tossing away the lobster claw. "But I'm not the kind of man who likes to ask twice." I reply wiping my hands off in a napkin. "So here's how it's gonna go."

"Slow down Mr. Maroni. I don't know you..."

"No. No. No. You let me finish. You'll have your turn to speak. Ok then. I want you to tell me the exact same story that Penguin told me."

"What story is that?"

"You has better know what story, my friend. Because if you tell me the same story he told me, then I can believe that it's true. Then I'm happy. But if you tell me another story oh Mama, then someone's is lying to me. I don't know which one then both of you will die."

"Not gonna happen. Me nu let it." My Princess mutters under her breath and I can't help but smile.

"Understand? So, tell me a story Jim."

"Somebody murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne. My partner and I caught the case."

"We didn't even know each other then." Penguin replied.

"What did I say? Go put him on the slicer."

"No, no, no."

"If I don't like what I hear, slice his face like prosciutt."

"Daddy." Bella replies in a warning tone as she glares over at Frankie who is now holding Penguin's face to the meat slicer. To my surprise, my Princess grabs her toy gun that I had given her and points it at Frankie. "You huwt me fweind it be the last thing you eba do. Me can pwomise you day."

I can't help but chuckle at her cuteness. However, I chose to ignore her statements and turn my attention back to Gorden. "Oh, I'm sorry, go on."

"I was a pawn in a conspiracy between Falcone, the Mayor and the GCPD to frame Mario Pepper for the Wayne's murders with the help of Fish Mooney, Mr.'Cobblepot's employer at the time. Mr. Cobblepot then told the entire story to the MCU. To prove that I wouldn't betray the conspiracy, Falcone ordered me to kill Cobblepot. I didn't do it. I let him live.
And here we are." Jim Gorden replies with a slight sigh.

"Falcone, Mooney, the MCU cops, none of them know he's alive?"

"If they did I'd be dead already."

At this, I can't help but laugh in amusement.
"Frankie bring the Penguin back out here. The little punk is telling the truth. Thank you Jim. Good story. Told well. A lot of guys in your situation they freak out. There you are you rat , you snitch, you turncoat, you gorgeous SOB come here. I love you." With that I kiss penguin on the cheek. "Be happy Frankie, we just got a brand you weapon against the Falcones. It's Christmas."

"Happy holidays, can I go now?" Jim replies sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah Jim, you can go. Just so that we understand each other we'll keep this all hush hush between us pals. And if I need you again I'll call you."

"You do that."

"Look at you. Come on let's get you cleaned up." I say hugging Penguin semi around the neck. "See Princess, everything worked out ok. No harm no foul." I say as I ruffle Penguin's hair.

Bella POV

I didn't like how Daddy Sal was treating my friend. Maybe I made a mistake in coming back. I should have gone to Grandpa Falcone. He is a nice man. He wouldn't hurt my friends. So, that was what I was going to do. I was going to go back home to daddy Mario and Grandpa Falcone. While Sal was busy celebrating, I rushed out the door and headed straight for Grandpa's territory. Exhausted and unable to keep awake, I collapse on the doorstep and was soon fast asleep.

Falcone POV

It came a quite a surprise to find my sweet little Bella asleep on my doorstep this morning. I had been under the impression that she had been returned to Wayne manor. She must have snuck away again. I sigh. What am I going to do with her? Suddenly, Bella began muttering in her sleep. What she said caught my attention. "No daddy please don't. Please don't huwt me fweind Penguin. Mean daddy."

"Good morning Bella."

"Mowning Gwampa." Bella replies with a slight yawn.

"You ran away from Wayne manor again didn't you?"

"Me don't like staying wifth them. Bwuce nu want me to stay. Him hate me cause him says it Me fault that his mommy and daddy go bye bye So me went to find daddy Mawoni."

"Speaking of Maroni, what on Earth made you run away from him?"

"Him huwt a fweind of mine. Me nu like dat. Him is a big meanie. Me stay wifth you? Please Gwampa?"

"I already told you Bella, the safest place for you is at Wayne Manor. It's your home. You have people who love you dearly."

Soon we are driving back to Wayne manor and I sigh. "Hello again, Mr. Falcone. To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"You seemed to have lost something very important again." Falcone said pushing me forward. Alfred sighs.

"Run away again did we Miss?" Alfred asks arching his eyebrow at me. "Right then, let's get you dressed."

"What fowa?"

"The luncheon being held by Wayne Enterprises that Bruce and yourself are to attend this afternoon."

"Bella, please do not run away again. Having to continuously place my business on hold in order to return you to Wayne Manor is getting tiresome." Falcone said as he exited the manor.

A little while later, Bruce, Alfred and I are at the lunch meeting for Wayne Enterprises. "Please sit Bruce. It is so good to see you out and about."

"Glad to be here." Bruce replies.

"All of us at Wayne enterprises are so sorry for your loss." The lady states and I can't help but roll my eyes. Sure they were.

"So are all you here on the board?"

"Oh no. We are middle management. The board members don't come to things like this."

"No? Why not?" I reply with a frown.

"They are very busy people." She replies then turning her attention back to Bruce continues her conversation by saying, "Your parents built a company worth billions and billions of dollars. How awesome is that?" Again I roll my eyes at her.

"Awesome. I wanted to speak to the board because I found what looks like serious irregularities in the Arkham project."

"Irregularities? I can assure you Bruce that Wayne enterprises would never countenance doing business with criminals. It just wouldn't happen."

"I hope so, but I'd like to speak directly with the board. Can you make that happen?"

"I can certainly try. They prefer to communicate with minors by the usual legal mediation but I...."

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen this is a public service announcement on behalf of all living creatures. You've heard of a drug called viper? That was me. I made it for Wellzyn. A subsidiary of Wayne enterprises."

"Is this true?"

"Of course not Bruce. I mean this man is clearly insane." lady replies quickly glancing over at the tv monitor.

"I had hoped that a demonstration using street people would suffice. But it seems bad things only truly happen when they happen to important people. Like you!"

Suddenly, we could smell and see some type of green gas flowing from the vents. Alfred quickly tosses his coat over Bruce while I on the other hand, continue to glance up at the mist. A little while later, we are back at Wayne manor and Bruce is going through files on the people who had been at the luncheon. Alfred walks over and sits down beginning to examine another file and Bruce smiles. Perhaps, this is a good time to slip away... I soon find myself at a park where Mr Falcone is sitting feeding the birds. I sit down beside him and he shakes his head and sighs before giving me a smile. "You ran away again didn't you Bella? I nod and he shakes his head and chuckles. "What am I going to do with you?"

Suddenly, a young blond woman walks by humming a song and Grandpa Flacone looks up in her direction. He places the bag of bird seed next to me and walks over to her. I frown she looks familiar but I can't place from where. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but overhear that aria you were humming."

"Oh yes, it's my favorite." The blond lady replies and I again frown.

"Mine too."

I let out a low growl. "Well, there you go." The lady replies. My eyes flash in anger. I don't like her. I don't like her one bit.

"I'm sorry I just...I... I didn't mean to bother you. My mother sang that to me when I was young. Her whole life she sang that to me. I hadn't heard it in a while and I had to smile because you look... Anyhow sorry, I'm rambling on..."

"No, that's ok. Do you want to listen?"

"Well, yes... Sure.. Thank you." Grandpa replies.

"Let's sit down." The lady says. Then they side down next to me not even noticing that I was still there. She places one of her earbuds in his ear and then the other in hers and it's as if they are in their own little world.

Harvey POV

I stare at the body of a young woman I find myself lost in thought and breathing heavily. "Detective Bullock, Detective Bullock, do you give up?"

"Huh?"

"My riddle. A man has to cross a river with a cabbage, a wolf and goat..."

"Ed please, what's the time of death." I reply.

"The examiner pegs it just before 3:00am this morning. He's a bit eager with his coagulation markers so I'd put it at closer to 1:00am. The killer left her identity for us. Amanda Hastings 21 years old."

"She comes from money. I'm guessing that she was the oldest in her family."

"Why's that?"

"The goat always kills the first born. It's all the same. The same MO, the same victim choice, the same presentation. It's all the same. We've got a copycat."

"Are you alright Detective?"

"No I'm not alright! I already solved this case! Where's Gorden?" I ask with a sigh.

"Apparently he's not answering phone." Ed replies with a giggle.

"He's not answering his... You means I am on the clock before the Boy Scout? This is friggen ridiculous."

"Fine. I'll tell you the answer. So a man crosses the river with the wolf and the cabbage.... He leaves the wolf, he goes back with the Cabbage..

Not having the patience to deal with his foolishness, I interrupt him before he can finish. "Ed." I reply while placing my phone to my ear.

James POV

"I'm not apologizing for my past."

"I'm not asking you too. Your not listening."

"No your not listening. I'm not asking you to walk away from this."

"Really? Because it sure sounds like you are. And we keep going around and around and I keep telling you that I don't have a choice. Barbara... This city, the law, the crime here. They are all twisted up in each other like a maze. I came here to be a cop. This city needs something else."

"It's ok. I understand. I'm just asking for one thing. Half of what you have to carry. God knows that I've dumped my half on you and you carry it."

"Barbara what I'm dealing with it's so dangerous...."

"Half." Barbara replies crossing her arms. "Half of what you carry. And if you think I care about the risk then your forgetting who I am."

"I swear I'm not. Are we ok? Are we still fighting?"

"We are negotiating terms."

"Oh?" I reply with a smile. "That's not good for me."

"You tell me what your up against. You let me in. Then we are ok."

I glance over at the table as my phone begins to vibrate. I sigh. "That's work again."

"Yup."

"I'll tell you everything. Everything that I can ok? I'll make it right."

"Ok." Barbara whispers as I give her a quick kiss before heading out.

"The Gotham Goat?"

"A wannabe. For a copycat the copy is... Ugh. It's down right creepy is what it is. You moonlighting or something?"

"Huh? Me??"

"Yeah cause your late and you look like crap warmed over."

"Write me up if you want." I reply sarcastically.

"Screw You. Boy Scout."

"Your in a good mood."

"I'm in a déjà acid flashback. Someone's hunting the kids of Gotham's top 1%. The press will have a field day. The city turns upside down the whole things gonna come down on the GCPD like a ton of bricks."

"Well then let's catch him quick."

Harvey sighs. "I'm guessing the killer knew the victim Amanda Hastings somehow. We'll go see the family. See if we can get something that we can work with. And Nigma, let me know when they are set up for the autopsy alright?"

"Anything in particular you want me to look for?"

"Just call me." Harvey replies in frustration.

When we arrive at the victims house the parents are with a lady. We try to ask them some questions but Mr. Hastings seems extremely out if it. "I know you guys are working against the clock but Mr. and Miss's Hastings might not be ready for this."

"I can see that. And you are the Hastings's family therapist Dr. Marks?"

"Yes. Though I mainly treat Mr. Hastings we have had several group family sessions. Mr. Hastings has a very..." Dr Mark pauses before continuing as if searching for the right words. "Delicate nature. I'm afraid that he's not at all capable of dealing with this kind of tragedy."

"No one is dealing with this kind of tragedy. It's freight train. It runs over you and you try to piece together the pieces." Harvey replies irritatedly.

"You don't believe in treatment?" The doctor replies in amusement irritating Harvey more.

"I believe in the tranquilizers that you clobbered Miss's Hastings with and if your giving out samples..."

"Alright. Ok. Detective maybe we should..." I reply trying to defuse the situation before it gets worse.

"Yeah, your right. We should... Amanda Hastings was last seen entering this building midnight. That's about 36 hours ago."

"You think she was abducted from here?"

"I don't know. That was Milkey's MO ten years ago. He took each one of the victims from their homes."

"But CSI found no signs of a break in."

"They didn't with Randall either. He worked for an air conditioning Maintenance crew that covered all three buildings."

"He has keys?" I reply in surprise.

"He had keys." Harvey confirms.

"This is Detecvive Gorden. I need a copy of every maintenance and janitorial company with access to the Hastings building. Yeah, I'll tell him. They are ready for the autopsy."

"The victim wasn't asphyxiated with either ethrium or chloroform."

"Look under the scalp." We look at him in confusion. "Humor me. At the base of the skull. There will be an incision about an inch long sewn closed."

"Wait a minute. Yes. How did I miss that? An incision stitched closed near the occipital over a foreign object." The medical examiner replies as he examines the area.

"What is it?"

"It's a penny." Harvey replies.

"He's right." The examiner replies holding up the penny.

"A penny?"

"Randall Milkey's MO. No one could know that detail. It isn't a copycat, it can't be. Ten years ago Randall Milkey's took an 1810 penny just like this one and sewed it into the heads of each one of its victims."

"Why?"

"How the hell do I know? He bum-rushed me wearing animal horns. I shot him. We didn't talk coin collecting."

"And your sure no one else could have found his out?"

"Milkey was the definition of a loner he didn't tell anybody. We left it out of the file intentionally."

"You suppressed evidence?"

"We Easter egged it. We figured a killer like the Goat would have a good chance at drawing admirers. We left out this one detail. The coins it never hit the papers so how did this copy-goat know about this?"

"Ok. So you hid it but the medical examiner he had to know."

"Ed Hayes yeah sure, but he died of cirrhosis. That just leaves me..."

"And Dix." The captain replies.

"Captain please there's not reason too..."

"Go to talk to him. Make sure he didn't tell anyone about the coins. Hell, see if he's got any ideas."

"How long has it been since you've seen this guy? Look Bullock, I know what happened. Anybody in your situation..."

Harvey cut me off angrily. "Listen, you think you can shrink my head Boy Scout because you can't! This is the black box and we don't open the black box ever."

"Ok, fine."

"So why don't you sit your behind down. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I stop Bullock by replying "we are both on this case."

"Dix."

"Hay, what do we have here? Harvey Bullock boy detective. Look at you up there huh? Living the high life and me down here all broken up busted liver."

"Don't put that on me old man. Your bum liver is between you and the bottle. I just busted up your gams and put you in that chair."

"Gotham'a Golden rule no Heroes Bullock."

"No Heroes. Listen Dix, we have to talk about the case.. About the Goat."

"I was wondering when you were going to come ask for my help."

"We are not asking for your help." Harvey replies.

"That Don't mean that you don't need it. Who's this?" Dix asks looking at me. "Your partner?"

"James Gorden nice to meet you."

"Come on Dix, did you ever tell anyone about Randall Milkey? The liberty head pennies? We said that we weren't going to we sealed them."

"I know we sealed them you donkey! I told you to seal them."

"Ok. But this new killer is doing the same thing. He's stitching up coins in the heads of his victims."

"Any idea how he came up with that?"

"I didn't tell nobody. Ed Hayes didn't tell nobody and you didn't tell nobody."

"So what the hell does that mean?"

"It means that we were wrong about Milkey. He wasn't working alone."

"No."

"You do not have a copycat killer here. You do not have a loan killer. What you have is a conspiracy."

"A conspiracy to hang rich kids off historical landmarks? Yeah right."

"He always thinks he's the smartest one in the room."

"I know right?"

"That's because I'm always in a room full of idiots." With that Harvey gets up and leaves.

"Watch out for him."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"He's a loose cannon. He thinks he's white a knight jumping into the breach. Like some idiot in the movies."

"We are talking about Bullock here?" I reply in confusion.

"We are talking about Bullock here."

"Harvey Bullock?" I reply still not believing what I'm hearing about my partner. Harvey was many things but a white knight charging into battle unafraid was not one of them.

"Harvey Bullock. Yeah." His old partner whispers.

Harvey POV

As I'm talking to the nurse I receive a phone call. "Yeah? Woah. Slow down Who are you again and what's wrong?"

"My name is Barbara Keen."

"Ah yes, Jim's fiancé. What can I do for you?"

"I am trying to get ahold of Jim but he isn't answering his phone and this is an emergency. Jayden has disappeared. I think he's been kidnapped."

"Kidnapped? What makes you think he's been kidnapped?"

"Sabrina says they heard a strange noise and Jayden pushed her under the bed to keep her safe. She said she saw someone who looked like they were wearing some type of animal mask grab him and carry him unconscious out of the house."

I swear under my breath Jim isn't going to like this. He isn't going to like this at all. No sooner had I hung up my phone rang again. This time it was the boss and she didn't sound happy. "Yeah, what's up boss?"

"Two more victims have been reported missing. Harvey one of the victims is Bella Wayne."

"But this doesn't match the MO. The Goat doesn't usually kidnap more then one person at a time and now he's kidnapped three people in the last two hours?"

"Three what do you mean three?"

"I just got off the phone with Jim's fiancé. She said someone wearing an animal mask kidnapped their son Jayden."

"Jayden?"

"He's their oldest son. This doesn't make sense. The Goat goes after the first born children of the rich. Why then, would they kidnap these two? It doesn't match his MO. If they were going to kidnap a Wayne it should have been Bruce not Bella. And Jayden and Sabrina were strays that Jim and his fiancé adopted. They certainly didn't come from a rich family. Jim is NOT going to like this.."

"I'm not going to like what?"

"Its nothing. Ember Copley was supposed to meet her parents tonight at 9:00 at the Marina. When she didn't show they came back here and found the maid out cold, Ember gone."

"You think it's our guy."

"It's our guy. He slips in chloroforms the maid, grabs Ember. No sign of B&E. Nothing like a ghost."

"Like he had keys."

"Randall Milkey had a ritual. He'd dress the victims, kill them and then do his whole coin trick. The whole thing took about eight hours. If our copy-goat is doing the same thing then we are running out of time." I knew that I should mention that his son and Bella Wayne had gone missing, but I knew that He needed to have a clear head and when it came to those kids, he didn't."

"I pulled the employee list of the agencies that do maintenance on Ember Coplie's building. Looking for an employee that had access to both victims apartments."

"That's a hell of a lot of people."

"Yeah, but our guys been real busy. He had to have called in sick the last few days. Get Nigma in there. He's freaky good with puzzles."

"You got it."

Barbara POV

"Renee, we need to talk." I call out to her as I carry Sabrina in my arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"Look I know that you think that he's done terrible things but I also know you care about the truth."

"You shouldn't be here. Barbara you shouldn't be seen here."

"Damn it Renne will you listen to me'?" I demand angrily grabbing her arm. "Look, I will work with you. I will tell you whatever I know, whatever I can find out. I need you to keep an open mind. Okay?"

"It's too late for that."

"Whatever's happening you've got it wrong Reene. You can't tell me I know that, but it isn't what you think. He's trying to protect me. Okay? He won't tell me whose out there. He won't tell me who he's afraid of."

"He's right not too."

"Wait. Why?" I ask in confusion.

"Because it will get you killed. Okay? You understand what he knows, who he knows will kill you. We've got a judge issuing a warrant tonight. Barbara you know how much I care about you. When Gorden gets arrested you have to get out of here." Montoya replies.

"If Jim gets arrested this is exactly where I have to be. By his side."

"Please just leave. Get out of Gotham just until this is over. And don't come to me again." Montoya replies as she walks away.

"Mommy, is that lady really going arrest daddy? I thought daddy was one of the good guys?" Sabrina asks her eyes still filled with tears because of her missing brother.

"He is sweetheart. He is."

"Is daddy going to find Jayden and Bella?"

"I hope so sweetheart. I hope so." I reply pulling her closer to me.

Jim POV

We finally had the name of the guy who had access to everyone's apartments. "Ok so four guys have called in sick."

"Two suspects from the outer burrows are cleared. Another is out of state but apparently that's unconfirmed. So..."

"So that leaves only guy."

"Raymond Earl." Ed replies with a smile.

"His shift supervisor says that he's been squatting at a abandoned building near Central Park. Somewhere around the 1100 block."

"That's him."

"Your sure?"

"I'm 100% sure. Hay Jim, before we go, I've got something to tell you and your going to be livid. But keep in mind that I had your best interests at heart when I found out earlier."

"Found out what?"

"Your son Jayden and Bella Wayne seemed to have gone missing. Kidnapped by someone in an animal mask."

"And your only telling me this now why?" I demand grabbing Harvey by the collar angrily.

"Because when it comes to those children you don't think straight. And not thinking straight can get you killed. I've been getting déjà vu do all day long." Harvey says as he glances at the building. "This is where we got Randall Milkey ten years ago. This is where Dix fell."

"Bullock, we have got to go in. Come on." I reply.

"Yeah."

Jayden POV

I glance around and see Bella and another woman tied to posts as am I. "We are going to put you to sleep for good now. Your lucky to be the sacrifice."

"Jayden what's going on? Me is scawed." Bella whimpers.

I groan not completely awake. "I don't know. But don't be afraid. Everything will be ok." I use all my courage to turn to the man who kidnapped us and address him. "Hay, Goat man, you had better let us go. You don't know who your messing with. My daddy is going to kick your butt when he discovered that you've kidnapped Bella and I."

"Silence!" The man yells slapping me across the face. Bella let's out a deep growl it echos through the building.

Then I hear daddy's partner and spot daddy as he enters the building. "You go get them."

Daddy does as Harvey asks and carefully cuts us down. "Your safe. Are you all ok?" We nod.

"You will never stop the Goat. I will always come back."

"Quit saying that!" Harvey replies angrily.

I watch with pride as daddy beats the poop out of this bad guy. "Raymond Earl your under arrest."

Jim POV

"Raymon Earl 33 years old, works at a janitor at a company that works both buildings. And he's not talking."

"He has a history of mental illness. Has a history of misdemeanor arrests."

"Thank you Jesus. You've got him. I've got a lot of phone calls to make Essins replies. "Bullock look happier."

"What?"

"Randall Milkey worked for a maintenance company that serviced the buildings of his victims. Same a Raymond here. Milkey was mentally ill. No violent crimes in his history same as him. Ten years apart, they never met. Then one day suddenly out of the blue they both decide to become the goat? It's like, it's like something found them. Changed them."

"Your talking about Dix and his conspiracy theory."

"No. It just doesn't add up. And how did he know about the coin? I know that we are missing something and if we give up now, I'm afraid we are never going to stop this."

"Okay. We look through Milkey's files. We will look for possible accomplices, Um, connections."

"Tomorrow. Tomorrow. I just... I need to think."

"Why don't you get some rest."