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A woman stood there in Gotham City's Cementary. The woman appeared to be a twenty one year old, white caucasian, human female. She was five foot ten in height, with a very slender angelic looking form. She had natural spikey white hair that was in the same hair style as Cheshire's from Pandora Hearts, and she had natural bright amethyst purple color eyes. She had a tattoo on the left side of her neck that looked like cresent moon with a dragon wrapped around it. She was wearing a black hooded leather jacket, over a black turtleneck shirt shirt, black jeans and black high heel boots on. The black hooded leather jacket, resembled a trench coat due too how long it was and how it flared out when she walked. She had silver skull shaped earrings on that had small rubies in the eye sockets of the skulls.

The woman's name was Rydia Yue Dragoona. She wasn't your normal human being, even though she appeared to be one. In fact she wasn't even human at all, you see she was actually a real live shinigami, that was also known as a death god. She had natural, long, razor sharp claw like fingernails, and her pearly white teeth appeared too be like razor sharp fangs like that of a demon would have.

Rydia was standing in the graveyard at a praticulilar grave sight, looking sad, and very distant. Memories played in her mind as the feeling of guilt was eating away at her. While she stood there lost in thought. Apparently she was too lost in her own thoughts at the moment, since she never noticed that someone had slowly approached her. "Back again, Rydia?" A male voice asks her softly.

She closes her eyes as she smiles slightly before opening her eyes. "You know, why I am here...Bruce." Rydia said softly never once looking at Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne stood there behind her watching her with soft eyes of understanding.

"Rydia...You know perfectly well that I have never once blamed you for what happened that night. You had too follow your orders...you had a job to do." Bruce said to her.

"The laws of shinigami...A person who commits suicide becomes a shinigami...too guid the souls of the dead too heaven or too hell...however a natural born shinigami is too take the souls of the living, since we are death it self or another part of death himself. I know what my orders and laws are Bruce...however I still broke shinigami laws, that night." Rydia says bitterly as she turns too face him. She showed no emotions on her face, however her eyes revealed her emotions clearly as did her voice.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked softly as he looked at her.

"Bruce, I was suppose too end your life." She said softly. "That night when that robber, killed your parents, you were suppose to have died with them...Instead I didn't allow you to die. I had protected you, and prevented that robber from killing you."

"Why was that?" Bruce asked softly wondering why she saved him. Even after knowing her all this time, he never knew the full story of why she saved his life, or the fact he was suppose to die that night.

"Earlier that day, you had shown me what kindness, comfort and what compasion was like. You should be hating me, with every fiber of your being, and yet...you keep telling me, that it's not my fault for what happened. Tell me Bruce...how is it not my fault, that you lost your parents? I am death in away and yet...you never blamed me...when i'm just as guilty as the one who killed them." She asked him.

"Because you were not the one, who pulled the trigger of the gun, that killed my parents. It's true that you are a shinigami, however you are not like normal shinigamis." Bruce said watching her exspression. He could not tell what she was thinking, even though her eyes showed some surprise by his words. "You're more human then that of a death god...that's why I want you, Rydia too join the Justice League...you feel emotions, while other shinigamis do not...also you been protecting me as well as looking after the entire Justice League and the Young Justice team as well. I seen you a few times protecting us." Bruce said.

"Tell me, Bruce...Would the league and the team, be able too handle a shinigami among them, a being who is apart of death itself? A being who defies the laws of life and death? Would they be able too accept me, for what I am?" Rydia asked him as she looked into his eyes.

"I believe they can handle it." Bruce said firmly. A heavy uneasy silence falls between them as Rydia closes her eyes as she thought about Bruce's offer.

"It would seem...the Justice League and the Young Justice team, will now have a death god in their ranks. If you are sure this is a good idea, Bruce." She said as she opened her eyes. She Knew Bruce would never let the subject drop until she agreed.

"You'll need a name though." Bruce said with a smile.

"Just call me Reaper, Batman. After all that is what I am." Rydia said softly as she smiled at him.

To Be coninued...