We learn that a politician and his assistant have been brutally murdered. It seems to be a mugging gone bad. However, the thing that catches my attention is the Arkham district development proposal in one if their pockets. Meanwhile, the mayor is holding a press conference to speak about this exact issue.

Mayor POV

"40 acres, twenty six city blocks. The last major undeveloped district in the city of Gotham. Arkham. Now before their untimely and tragic deaths Thomas and Martha Wayne had a plan for their city. A progressive development plan that would raise Arkham's shanty towns and in its place build new and affordable housing for Gotham's less fortunate."

"What about the old asylum?"

"Torn down. Brick by brick if need be and in its place a brand new cut of the edge state-of-the-art mental health facility. This is a vision for the future of our city."

"An opposing plan is getting support recently."

" One that would do away with the asylum altogether. Use the surrounding land as a waste disposal site. No. No. The Wayne plan is what's best for this city. And more importantly, for the people of this city. That's why I'm endorsing it."

Bella POV

Daddy Sal once again takes me to the Italian restaurant so he can talk business with Fwankie. "Don Maroni, it's a pleasure as always, to see you."

"How are you?"

"Please have a seat. I'll bring wine and bread for the table." I clear my throat irritated that he was ignoring me. Daddy chuckled seemingly amused. "What's your problem kid?" I frown in response.

"Now Frankie, is that any way to speak to royalty?" Daddy Sal asks giving Fwankie a strange look.

"My apologies Don Maroni. I meant no disrespect."

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to my princess."

"I am so sorry about my demeanor. I didn't recognize you. What can I get for a sweet little Princess like you? Sparkling apple cider? Strawberry, chocolate or plain milk? How about a nice Shirley temple?" Fwankie asks trying to please me. I look over at Daddy Sal who smiles back at me.

Too timid to answer the question I whisper it into Daddy Sal's ear. He nods. "My princess says that she's wants some apple cider and a Shirley temple and some warm milk. Today is a day of celebration. A very lucrative deal is coming my way. Land my friend that's where the big money is."

Daddy Sal says turning and watching a few of his men walk into the kitchen with large duffel bags. I can see a tall young man staring at us as he washes the dishes and I smile at him trying not to giggle. He has a nose that looks like a Penguin's beak. He walks kind of funny too. It's like he's waddling like a penguin does. "What's so funny little one?"

"Him look like and walk like a Penguin." I reply pointing towards the dish washer. Daddy sighs and shakes his head and while Frankie chuckles.

"He does doesn't he." Frankie says in amusement. "In fact, I think that will be my nickname for him. Hay Pablo come here for a moment."

"Yes sir?"

"From now on your going to be referred to as the penguin understood?"

"Sir, I really don't like being called that."

"Do I look like I care?"

At this I frown. Frankie is being mean. So I tug on daddy's sleeve. "Yes little one?"

"Fwankie's being mean to him. Me no like it. Me sowwy me said what Me did." I said lowering my eyes in shame.

"Shhh. It's alright little one. I know you didn't mean anything by it."

"Make Fwankie stop making fun of him. Pwease daddy?" I reply pleadingly.

Daddy nods in agreement "Frankie that's enough. Leave the poor boy alone. How's your mother doing Pablo?"

"The boss asked you a question penguin answer him!" Frankie hissed at Oswald shoving him causing him to fall. "You clumsy Olaf! Clean that mess up!" Frankie says shoving Oswald towards the broken glass.

At this I frown and let out a low growl. "Leabe him alone!" I hiss at Frankie who looks at me and scoffs.

"Look kid, he's my employee and I can treat him any way that I want. Why don't you go play with your dolls and leave the important stuff like dealing with this little freak to us adults." Frankie replies patting me on the head like a dog.

At this, I let out a deeper growl my eyes flashing in anger. "Uh-oh. Frankie made the boss's princess angry. That wasn't a very bright thing to do." A few of daddy's men whisper.

"Daddy can me talk to you alone?"

"Of course Princess. What is it?"

"Me wants to punish Fwankie."

"Oh?"

"Him delibewately (deliberately) mock me in fwont (front) of you men and he not listen to me when me told him to stop huwting (hurting) and making fun of dat (that) nice man. Him told me to go play wifth me dolly's and leabe the impowtant stuff like huwting the nice man whom he called a fweak to him.
Me not happy daddy. Me not happy at all." I reply with a frown and a slight growl my eyes flashing in anger. Daddy sighs.

"Very well. What would you have me do?"

"Me don't know just make him pay fowa (for) diswespecting (disrespecting) me. Afta (after) all, him diswespecting (disrespecting) me is de (the) same as diswespecting (disrespecting) you wight (right)?"

"She's got a point boss." One of my men whisper to me.

Again I sigh shaking my head in disappointment. Why did Frankie have to go and do something stupid like that? He a good lackey. But, my Princess is right. You disrespect her, you disrespect me and I can't have that. What to do, what to do?

Jim POV

Alfred sighs in frustration. "I'm afraid that Miss Bella has gone and run away again. I am worried about her. Wandering around Gotham all alone, who knows what could happen to her."

"Relax Alfred, I'm sure Bella is just fine."

"I need information on the Wayne plan for Arkham."

"Well, it's the Wayne plan in name only now. When the Wayne's died Falcone stepped in. He's back in the plan now. And he stands to make quite a chunk of change if it passes." Alfred replies.

"But Councilmen Jenkins was backing Falcone's plan."

"That's right."

"Then he was killed because..."

"Because detective, there is an opposing plan." Alfred replied.

"Maroni. He's the only one strong enough to oppose Falcone. He's making a play at Arkham. And now Bella is right smack dab in the middle of the fude."

"Are they related?" Bruce asks.

"Bruce how are you?"

"The new Arkham Asylum will serve the mental ill of Gotham in ways the present asylum never can. Those poor sick souls deserve our help. My mother wrote that. She and my father fought for years to get the new asylum built. They thought that if they could help the cities least fortunate it would show that there was hope for everyone. I just don't want my parent's dream to die with them."

"I understand that Bruce. But this isn't just about the asylum. If there is a fight between Falcone and Maroni this could be the spark that ignites a city wide gang war. Innocent people will die. And whatever little faith the people have that the police can protect them it will be crushed."

"So you have to stop it."

"Hay it's me, we've got a call councilmen Zeller has been abducted. Listen Gorden, Zeller is one of Maroni's guys." Harvey says in irritation.

"I'll be right there."

Meanwhile, at the old Arkham Asylum our killer has the latest victim Councilman Zeller in a drum. "Please don't. I'm begging you. Please stop." He pleads with him as the man douses him with gasoline.

"You know if it were up to me this would be over quick without all the fuss. My father used to say simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. But it's not up to me. My customer specifically asked me to send a message. You know what they say, the customer is always right." The man replies walking away.

"Please you don't have to do this. Someone please help me." He calls to no prevail. "No wait!" He screams as he spots the man light a match. "Tell Faclone I'll change my vote. I'll back the mayor. I'll do anything he wants. Please. Please! Please help. Please. Plea..." His pleas are cut short at the barrel catches fire he screams in pain.

Jim POV
"Two councilmen dead in two days. This can't be a coincidence. Gotta be politics driving this. He was right."

"I never said he was wrong. I just wanted him to be. Alright genius. Any other insights?" Harvey asks as he finishes his drink.

"Yeah. This is about the Arkham vote."

"How so?" Harvey asks not liking where this is going.

"Arkham is more then just a land deal. It's a war between Falcone and Maroni. These councilman were on opposite sides of that war."

"So who did who?" Harvey asks.

" The way I see it, Maroni struck first. He had Jenkins killed to change the vote his way and then Falcone retaliated. He had Zeller killed to change the vote back. Burning the body was Falcone's way of sending a message."

"I'll have guards put on other councilmen and the mayor till this plays out." The boss replies.

"So you want to tell me? Come on Falcone, Maroni, Arkham. How the hell do you know so much all of a sudden?" Harvey demands.
I nod towards Ed Nigma who walks up to us holding a folder. "Ed what do you got?"

"I have a paradox for you."

"What?" Harvey asks.

"Well a paradox detective is when you...."

"I know what a paradox is Smart ass. What paradox?" Harvey demands irritatedly.

"These are the medical examiner's reports on the murders of councilmen Jenkins and his aide. Both victims sustained fatal puncture wounds to the skull via the eye socket. The weapon was some kind of metal spike."

"Ok so?" Harvey replies.

"Councilmen Zeller also has wounds from a metal spike. It's an extremely unlikely coincidence don't you think?" Ed replies.

"So your saying Zeller, Jenkins and the aide were killed by the same person?" Harvey replies.

"It would appear so wouldn't it?" Ed replies.

"Same killer working for both Maroni and Falcone? That's nuts." I reply.

Harvey chuckles slightly and replies "only in Gotham. Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To go see a friend of mine." Harvey replies.

Oswald POV
I stand there peeking into the room as men count a wrapping up a of money. Instantly Frankie comes over and snaps the door shut on me. "What the hell do you think your doing?" Frankie demands.

"Uh, uh, uh, I... I..."

"You were snooping you little worm. I told you the day I gave you this job that in here you don't see nothing you don't hear nothing!"

"I am sorry sir. I beg your pardon." I reply.

"You keep that sniveling nose of yours to yourself understood?"

"Yes sir." I reply. I can see that he glances nervously over at the men bundling the money before walking away. As he does I turn back to watch them and smile.

Jim POV

"Two cartons. Must be important." An imamte says as Harvey places two large cartons of cigarettes in front of the inmate.

"We are looking for a hit man."

"Yeah? Which family does he work for?" The inmate replies.

"A few. He's an independent type like you." Harvey replies.

"Not too many of them still around. Who's they hit?" The inmate replies.

"Two city councilmen and an aide."

"He uses some sort of special weapon to kill his victims." I reply.

"A steel spike about so big." The inmate replies.

"Could be." I reply not wanting to give anything away.

"You know him?" Harvey asks.

"I've heard of him. His name is Gladwell a real pro."

"You know where we can find him?" Harvey asks.

"Word was he works out of the Lansky building in midtown."

"You coming or what? We've got twelve more floors to check out."

"What's got you so wound up?" Harvey replies.

"Maybe I'm just doing my job." I reply.

"No you've been acting weird lately. Like you've got something to hide." Harvey replies I choose to ignore his statement.

"GCPD ma'am. We are looking for someone who may work here. Last name Gladwell."

"Oh you mean Richard? He works in Human Resources. Richard isn't not in any trouble is he?" The woman replies with a smile.

"Which desk is his?" Harvey asks not answering her question.

"Third one from the back." The woman replies.

"Gladwell. Richard Gladwell has anyone seen him?"

"You just missed him."

"Where did he go?"

"He was just here. Maybe he headed out the back?" The woman replies.

"I'll check it out. You stay here in case he comes back." I tell Harvey who agrees.

"Jim. I found something. Look what was in his desk. Jenkins and Zeller. We've got him. Man I love the easy ones."

Upon hearing a noise toward the back we pull out or guns to reveal a terrified woman. "I was only a box of staples. I didn't think anyone would mind". She says dropping the box.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I ask and she screams and runs down the hallway in reply. I notice a small paper on the ground it said C L M.

"What do you think it means?"

"I don't know." I reply.