A/N- Before you start yelling at me, I apologize for my lack of updates. I became so distracted. (By the way, once you've read this chapter, go check out my brother's profile. His name is Redishka.

Max's P.O.V

"You're no fun at all!" Danny's voice blared through my earpiece.

"Danny now is not the time!" I said as quietly as I could, but still attempting to make myself sound threatening.

"Now is the perfect time!"

"Daniel, I will NOT listen to knock-knock jokes, while climbing up an elevator shaft!"

"Don't call me Daniel!" I sighed at my brother's antics, and turned my attention back to climbing. The metal cable was cold under my black gloves, and despite all the thermal clothes I was wearing the shaft made me shiver at times. Even though it was freezing cold was level with the twentieth floor. Making great time, if I do say so myself.

"What's your ETA?" Danny spoke again. His voice went from its usual playful tone into his serious one.

"About five minutes. Six tops." Only five more minutes until my job was about to got difficult, I could hardly wait. This was going to be one of the closest jobs we had ever pulled. After planning all week, our plan was simple. Carlos Martinez was set to attend a meeting near Gotham Harbor that night. Apparently it was important because most of his security staff would be attending. Good new, right? Nope. The safe. It was a huge problem. Even though we had already discovered the first two levels secrets. Mr. Martinez really needed to be nicer to his staff, most of them had seemed to develop a gossiping habit.

The first level was pretty basic. Password encrypted, not exactly easy to crack, but Danny guaranteed that he could do it. The second level was pressure pads, really advanced pressure pads. They didn't go off if you stepped on them, they went off if you didn't put enough pressure on them, and Mr. Martinez wasn't exactly a lightweight. Then the third level was basically one giant mystery. Even with our planning that one level could be the death of us.

"Max, I'm in position." Danny's voice cut through as I was approaching my destination. Great, he was ahead of schedule.

"Give me three minutes." I said quietly, concentrating on prying the elevator doors open.

"Hurry Maxie, if I get caught up here this whole thing goes down the tubes." I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose at his analogy.

"Down the tubes? Seriously?"

"Focus Maxie."

"Don't call me Maxie." I mumble. I pulled the hood on the back of my shirt over my head to cover my face, as the doors finally opened. Neither of us wanted to smile for the cameras. I stepped cautiously into the pent house. The walls were white, and framed photos were evenly placed throughout the room. The hardwood floor had a massive white rug and you'll never guess what color furniture there was, white. The pent house looked lived in, but didn't scream 'home'. The air was stale and held a strange smell. I didn't really want to attempt to figure out what it could be.

So, I made my way over to the massive French doors leading onto the balcony, and to be honest it was an awful view. A building set right in front of what would have been a stunning view of downtown Gotham. The ugly gray building sat directly across the street from the Norris Building and was about five stories taller.

"OK Danny I'm ready." I said into the transmitter. A cable shot from the building across the street and landed almost perfectly at my feet.

"Geez Danny. Were you trying to hit me?"

"Depends, did I hit you?"

"No."

"Then I wasn't aiming for you." I really wished Danny could see me rolling my eyes. I picked up the cable and attached it firmly to the balcony railing.

"You're good to go." I said, double checking the cable's hold. I watched in silence as dark outline appeared on the other side of the cable and use it like a zip line. The outline grew more detailed as it grew closer, and Danny did not look like a happy camper. He was more of the 'I'll sit here and hack' this kind of guy. Heights were not his friend. I had no idea why he agreed to do this. I would have gladly let him climb the elevator shaft, but Danny's upper body strength was beyond sad. Having him climb over twenty stories was not going to happen.

I was smashed out of my musing when Danny slammed into me, knocking our hoods off in the process.

"There is a reason zip lines have breaks, Danny." I groaned.

"Sorry 'bout that." He chuckled as he helped me up.

"So where do we go? The maid didn't exactly cover the whole location of the safe." I asked. That was probably one of the major design flaws in our plan, but the heist couldn't wait. Our school was having a mandatory dance the next week.

"Oh I don't know. Where could someone possibly keep a massive safe? It's so obvious" Danny said sarcastically. I had to fight the urge to start singing mentally to annoy him, but we had agreed early on in our career that we should only use the link on jobs in case of emergencies. It was easier to get things done when somebody else's thoughts weren't floating around in your head.

I watched as Danny put his hood up and walked into the pent house, careful not to disturb anything. I followed him slowly, making sure to copy his movements. He walked across the room, and opened a set of doors that were at the back of the main room. The room held a bed, and a couple of tables, obviously the bedroom. My brother ignored the room entirely and walked over to another set of doors. The doors were wood and stood out against the white walls. The handles were the only thing in the whole place that looked worn. Martinez must like clothes.

Danny opened the door, expected the first level of the safe to stand before him, but it was just a walk in closet.

"You were saying something about obvious." I smirk. Danny ignore me and walked to the back of the closet where the clothes were parted just enough from me to make out a silver door.

"You were saying?" Danny questioned. Oh the irony.

"Shut up and open it." I mumble, and I turn my back on my twin to let him work.

A few minutes later he finished. A whooshing sound came from behind me and spun around to see Danny kneeling by the opening door way, the next room was mine. I stepped forward and removed the weights that Danny had carried across on the zip line. I needed them to make me weigh about the same as Martinez. It reminded briefly of a Leverage episode that we had watched before our mom died. Only in my scenario, there was a chance somebody could die.

The weights reminded me of a bulletproof vest, but twice as heavy. Danny stepped back and I walked into the room. I half expected the alarms to sound. It looked like Danny and I passed the 'guess the bad guy's weight' game. Yippee for us. I walked calmly across the room, trying not to loose my balance. Firstly because the alarms might sound, but more importantly, Danny would never let me here the end of it.

I made it to the other end of the room and pushed the button next to the door. The door slid open with a hiss and I saw a platform sitting in the middle of the room with a box on top of it. Very cliché, but surrounding the platform was four armed guards. The guards rushed me at once, but with all the extra weight I was carrying, I couldn't fight. Alarms started blaring from the other room as Danny rushed across it.

He pushed past me, throwing himself at the guards, as I struggled with the straps on the vest. I finally managed to pull it off after a small struggle and not a moment to soon. One of the guards had grabbed Danny from behind allowing for the other guards to recover. I rushed towards the one holding my brother and punched him in the jaw. The man's head jerked back and Danny slipped free, immediately turning to finish him off. I saw my twin kick him hard in the abdomen out of the corner of my eye, but the rest of my attention was elsewhere. Two of the other guards came at me, while the other went to help their comrade.

The first one tried to punch me in the stomach, but I grabbed his arm and used the momentum I had gained to throw him on his back. His head crashed into the base of the platform, making him pass out. Then the next one charged me and managed to hit me hard in the stomach. It knocked the breath out of me, but I recovered quickly and aimed a kick at his left knee. I felt my steel-toed boot connect with his leg and I swore that I could hear his bone snap over the blaring alarms.

With my opponents down, I turned to help Danny. I didn't need to, because he had already pinned his guard to the ground.

"We need to get out of here." I shouted. Danny nodded and grabbed the box sitting on the platform. We turned to leave, and we realize that the doors were closing. Danny grabbed my arm and threw me out the first door. We barely managed to get out before the final door slammed. The alarms still blared, even inside the pent house. Reinforcements were on there way.

Danny grabbed my arm again and dragged me to the balcony.

"What do we do?" He yelled. We hadn't been counting on the armed guards.

"I don't..." I stopped as an idea hit me. Danny was going to kill me if we survived.

"Danny, attach the box to my climbing harness and grab onto me." He did, and I pulled out my knife and started saw through the zip line cable. I felt Danny's arms tighten around my shoulders, in a death grip. I managed to saw through the rest of the cable and I adjust my hold on the cable.

"Max, what are you doing?" Danny asked. I ignored his question and jumped off the balcony. We screamed as we slammed into the grey building, shattering a widow, allowing us to crash on the ugly industrial carpet. Danny rolled away from me and we stood shakily, each of us grabbing our respective injuries.

"Well, that could have gone better."

A/N- There you go, enjoy.