Well. Im not sure if I will make this into a real story but who knows.

Don't own anything from DC.

The Image was burned in my mind. That yellow and black cape, the red tunic. All sent me into memories I wish I had forgotten, yes my time as robin was over.

Heck Its been over for five years since I died at the hand of joker. I knew for certain this kid was new, meaning Bruce had gotten a replacement

It couldn't be dick because well that loser was already 20. Plus wasn't he nighbird? Nighttail? NIGHTWING there we go. Well since Dickie was fine with this new replacement im sure he wouldn't mind if I took him out for a play date.

I was crouched behind a giant water tower one of the hundreds there are in Gotham. Waiting. Waiting for old Bruce to show up in his dumb bat suit and his little birdie following behind him like a lost little duck.

I was good at waiting, being still as a rock knowing they took this path on patrols. But I got bored after 2 hours of staring a nothing.

It wasn't until 11 that I saw him. And it really caught me off guard. Robin, was all alone on patrol…or was he? I couldn't take the risk of Bruce tailing behind him and then get me. i decided to stalk him for a good half hour.

He must have been new since not once did he see me or notice me for that matter. "Bats must be getting lazy in training new robins." I muttered.

Oops that did it. The replacement turned around drawing his staff. "that's new" I called out behind him. Shocked he turned around "who are you!" he yelled. I decided to play around with this new kid.

"isn't it a little late for Halloween" I asked him looking around Gotham you could easily see the random Christmas decorations. Still he remained silent.

We began to circle each other like wild animals fighting for the last piece of meat. "not in a talking move birdie?" I asked.

I saw in the pitch black him raise his hand to his comm. i quickly grabbed his hand and twisted to his back. I think I broke something for I heard his big crack and a muffled cry from him. Oops.

I knew bats would know something was wrong if this bird didn't radio back every five seconds. So I decided to make things quick.

I pulled out one of my best guns and clicked it. That made the replacement stop all together. No cries, no fighting, just silence.

"what's wrong little birdie, I expected you would have gotten out of my grip by now" I teased.

" I'm stalling" he replied…nice. I raised my hand and hit the back of his head with all my force K.O'ing him. I dragged him and like the mastermind I was I began to zip tying him. Now what?

I felt a strange feeling…like I was being watched or something like that…I quickly turned around and found Dick, in his lame Nightwing outfit.

"Let him go!" he yelled and punched my face…well my helmet.

And see that helmet was a piece of crap. And it fell off. Yeah it hurt and I winced and I felt a cut from the stupid metal.

As I looked at Dick he gasped

"Jason?!"

Oh yeah I forgot to mention, everyone still thinks I'm dead.