Okay, so the whole Batman Beyond concept wasn't working too well, so I decided to go a different route with Damian Wayne since Helena is so popular, I wanted to showcase Bruce Wayne's cannon son. More notes down below.

16 years after Bane's occupation

"Yield Dad!" he cried

Damian Wayne stood over his father, Bruce Wayne, the former Prince of Gotham and once known as Batman, with his sword tip pointed at his chin.

"You gave your footing for a killing stroke." Bruce smiled as he slammed his sword against the ice, Damian could only look down temporarily as he plummeted into the water below.

They were in the same mountain range in the Himalayas that Bruce had once trained in years ago with Ra's al Ghul, but that was a life he didn't live anymore. They were practicing their sword techniques, a form of fighting Bruce had taken a liking to when he trained, of course, the circumstances of his and Damian's training was the same.

He reached a hand inside the hole and pulled his son out by scruff of his collar, Damian shivered; his body was freezing cold from the few minutes he spent under the ice, he knew his dad would definitely help him.

"Rub your chest Damian, your arms will take care of themselves." Bruce said sternly to his son

Damian tucked his arms close to his chest and slowly rubbed as his chin hit the base of his collar bone, he felt the heat begin to rise in his sixteen year old body from both the fire and from his own body.

"You're doing well Damian." Bruce smiled "I'm very proud of you."

"Yeah, yeah." Damian scoffed "How do you even know this stuff dad? You were a business man, not a fighter."

Bruce shook his head; the smile on his face still remained "I'm going to be honest with you Damian, your old enough that you can understand." He leaned back "There's things your mother and I kept secret from you over the years, now your mother will be furious, but I'll talk her down."

Damian listened with full attention as his father talked about his early life in Gotham, how his grandparents Thomas and Martha were killed by a man named Joe Chill, how he spent seven years travelling around the world to understand the criminal mind and was eventually found by Ra's and trained by the League of Shadows.

"I returned to Gotham and decided to originally fight the Mob, but it soon turned into much more. I decided to fight crime as a symbol, as a man, I could be ignored or broken, but this symbol was made so I could fight against crime and do what the GCPD could never do."

"And what was this symbol?"

Bruce sighed "The symbol….do you remember when we used to tell you about Batman?"

Damian thought for a moment then looked at his dad "That was you wasn't it?"

His father nodded silently to himself "Yes, yes it was. For almost ten years I fought criminals as Batman, but when I developed feelings for your mother…I faked my death."

"The nuclear bomb right?" Damian asked again

He nodded "Yes, when the bomb exploded, detached the bomb, and flew to safety, your mother nursed me back to health and now we have our estate in Florence."

Damian nodded without saying another word, he had a new understanding for his father, now that he understood all of this about him, originally they didn't get along too well, and his mom always said it was because they were so much alike.

"I…I've wanted to be like you dad." Damian admitted, his eyes locked with his father "I always wanted to be like you."

Bruce smiled at his son "I'm glad, I've have always loved you Damian."

His son looked at him confusingly "Your mom and I talk remember."

He looked away "Never thought I would ever admit it, but mom thought I should, and here I thought we hated each other."

"I see it as more that we didn't understand each other." Bruce admitted "Which was to be understandable, considering the secret I kept from you all this time."

There was a pause as father and son looked at each other, Damian felt happy, like he did when he was a kid again, he and his dad getting along better now was a benefit to him.

"Dad, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Mom…how did you meet her?"

Bruce smiled "That's a story for another day; just don't mention the pearl necklace she owns."

9 years later…

Damian readjusted his tie for the tenth time already, every time he thought he got it right, it was wrong soon afterwards.

"Here, let me."

Damian turned to his mother, Selina Kyle stood in front of him and readjusted his tie "You are just like your father, always trying to be perfect."

"Mom, I can do my own…"

"Stop it Damian, no arguing." Selina tucked his tie into place "There we go." She smiled and looked at him in the mirror "You really do look like your father."

Selina was right, Damian did look like Bruce, and he didn't notice it until he turned eighteen years old after a trip with his mother to visit to Rome to see the Castel Sant'Angelo, which was at one point a prison used by Renaissance Italians but was converted over to a museum in 1901.

He had inherited his father's wavy hair style, his mother's chocolate brown hair color, and his father's hazel eyes. He always did wonder how he managed to look like his father when both of his parents were always catching people's eyes, regardless of gender.

He smiled and pecked his mom on the cheek as he grabbed a hold of his suitcases and the pair walked out into the main hallway, they lived in a small estate outside of Florence, looking out his bedroom window, he could see the walls guarding Florence and on the right he could see the beginning of the Apennine Mountains.

"Well, well, it's that time huh?"

Bruce walked into the hallway, a cane kept him up for support, after Damian's training was complete at twenty, he had begun to feel pain that had been endured from his time as Batman, Selina wasn't too happy whenever she saw him in pain, which was to be understandable; it was hard for him to see. His hair was fully gray at the age of sixty-three, but he still looked really young, just distinguished.

Selina was the same way, fifty-two years old and she still looked the same, minus a gray or two, she still looked absolutely beautiful, she had put a few pounds on but she still kept an amazing figure none the less.

"Gotham will be proud to have you Damian." Bruce smiled and patted his son's shoulder "Now, I do have a name of a man you should look up while you're there."

"Who is he?"

"His name is John Blake…Robin John Blake, when I left Gotham, I left the cave to him."

"Do you know where I can find him?"

"No, but I like to think he's still in Gotham, hopefully he has a family by now."

Damian nodded, this was going to be exciting for him, he always dreamt of going to Gotham City, the birth place of his parents and possibly his had his father not faked his death to protect the people of Gotham.

"Now, just one more thing, if you're going to use the Wayne name, just make sure you come up with a story, we can't afford to have the public think I'm alive, it needs to remain that I'm dead."

"Bruce." Selina interjected

"Selina, I won't hear of it, I've worked too hard for what we have here for me to give it up because some paparazzi questions Damian too much."

Selina sighed as Damian smiled at her, his mother always did seem to take his side on many issues when it came to Gotham, he knew she wanted him to be his own person, but he did agree with his dad that he did need to remain dead.

"I'll be fine." He looked at Bruce "What ever became of Alfred?"

"He's living with his wife now, he finally got a chance to settle down and have his own life outside of the cave." Bruce smiled as he thought of his old butler and godfather

"Okay." He hugged his father and kissed his mother who had suddenly felt the tears flow down her cheeks "I love you both, I'll call when I can."

Selina never was the type to let her emotions show, always kept things bottled up until Damian was born, but now that he was leaving, everything was flying out of her again.

Bruce smiled and hugged Selina as Damian closed the door behind him.

Damian sat on the trans-Atlantic flight heading to Gotham City, he was going back to the city of his roots, as he looked out the window, he heard a pair of feet moving from one end of the plane to the other, things seemed a little too quiet for him anyway, he was used to the noise and the hustle and bustle outside of his own window.

A pair of figures stood in the middle of the suite, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, they wore Italian Armani suits, black skull looking masks covered their faces, and ahead of them were two men who were doing the same actions.

"I'm going to ask you two sit down." One of the stewardesses demanded as she approached

"Certainly." The masked man on the right spoke

He drew a pistol from his belt and fired it, the bullet made impact into her chest, she fell down in a pool of red blood staining her blue vest and white blouse as the other men drew their guns.

"No one is getting out alive!" They yelled at the same

Damian smirked and shook his head, the murderer smiled as he approached "You got a problem pretty boy?"

Damian looked out the window "Why don't you lot put your guns down before someone really gets hurt?"

"Well, well what are you Batman or something?" The man smiled "Not even one man can take all of us on."

"Watch me, and I won't have to hurt you if you put your gun away from my face."

Everyone around Damian looked at him with shock and some with fascination, the murderer smiled.

"I don't think so."

Damian smiled "Then forgive me." He grabbed his gun hand and twisted his arm until the bones broke

The murderer cried out in pain as Damian slammed his face into the chair next to him, he tumbled to the ground as his partner raised his gun about to shoot the youngest Wayne, Damian immediately moved as a bullet made impact on the compartment.

The young Wayne immediately struck the partner in the stomach as his two accomplices fired bullets from their revolver side arms. With each one carrying eight bullets, all sixteen shots landed in the partner's back, Damian had squatted down, he quickly drew the gun and fired two shots, each one making impact on their legs, they fell to the ground as Damian stood and cast the gun away.

He wiped his brow as some more stewardesses came to check on him "Find me something to tie them up with, then contact the pilot let him know he needs to radio Gotham International and have the GCPD ready upon our landing."

He sighed as he sat back down in his chair, was any place safe anymore? Who were these men? He just hoped Blake had the answers he needed when he arrived in Gotham.

So I know Damian may seem a bit over powered but believe me, I'm trying to show case the child like ruthlessness mixed in with the original concepts from Batman Begins so expect a lot of similarities. Bruce and Selina will be making more appearances as the book progresses, so stay tuned for two and the return of an old friend!