A few things in this story were taken from Under The Red Hood, if you've watched the movie, you'll know, If you haven't you should, it's really good. I honestly don't think I did a good job with this one, I could have been more original and put more effort in but anyway. The sequel will probably be better.

Chapter 1: Barbara's P.O.V

"Bruce, are you okay?" It was a dumb question but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Bruce turned his head away from me "I'm...fine"

I put my hand on his shoulder "We'll find a way to get through this Bruce, it wasn't your fault"

"But it was, I wasn't fast enough to save him, he's dead because of me"

"No, Bruce, that's not true! You did your best and I'm sure Jason knew that"

"But my best wasn't enough" He walked away from the grave and back into the manor leaving me alone to mourn one of my best friends. I knelt down and touched the tombstone "I'm sorry Jason, I'm so sorry" I quickly wiped my tears away and rolled into the manor.

It was the second anniversary of Jason's death and the manor was in mourning once more. The big rooms and long hallways which usually echoed with Dick and Tim's playful arguments and fights were now echoing only silence. I looked into the empty living room and remembered the first time I met Jason.

{ I was coming to the manor to visit Dick, who had been working with the Teen Titans recently after a fight with Bruce (which had been resolved in a few weeks)

"Give it back Dick!"

Dick laughed "No way, Littlewing"

"I told you not to call me that" an unfamiliar voice yelled in an angry tone.

Dick just kept laughing. I stood in the doorway and saw that the unknown voice belonged to a kid who looked about 12 attacking Dick (who was 15 at the time) and trying to steal the remote off him. When I laughed both of them stopped and looked over. The kid released Dick from a headlock and pushed him away.

"Hey Babs" Dick greeted me.

The kid looked at me quizzically "Who's this?" He asked Dick.

Dick came over to me and put his arm around my shoulder "This is Barbara Gordon"

"Gordon, your the commisioner's daughter?"

"That's me" I walked over to him "And you are?"

"Jason, Jason Todd"

"Nice to meet you Jason" I put my hand out and he hesitantly shook it.

Then he sprung over the couch and grabbed the remote off Dick unexpectantly.

"HEY!"

"HA!, Now I get to choose what to watch" Jason said smuggly.

I smiled at the new boy 'Dick only came back last week and their already acting like brothers'.} I smiled sadly at the memory and used the ramp to go upstairs to Dick's room.

I knocked lightly "Dick? Can I come in?"

The door opened and Dick let me in "Yeah?"

His voice was filled with so much sadness and pain, it just didn't sound right "How are you?"

"How do you think I am Babs?"

"Yeah I know, stupid question" For a while we sat in silence until I decided to speak up again.

"Where's Tim?"

"He's probably still in the cave, reading about Jason"

"Reading about Jason?"

"Yeah that's what he does, he can't exactly mourn Jason, not like us anyway, so he wants to find out more about him"

I looked out the window and thought I saw someone, I wheeled over and looked out studying the sillhouette. I gasped when I saw a flash of red as the figure ran off.

"What is it? Babs?"

"I saw someone outside, they were sitting in the tree, they just jumped down and ran off"

"Did you see there face?"

"No, they were wearing a red helmet or something"

"Let's go find Bruce"

I nodded my head and followed Dick down to the cave.

"Where's Bruce?" Dick asked Tim who was looking through the files on Jason and I noticed his broken leg.

Tim looked up surprised "Dick!, your actually out of your room, I thought you were going to hide away like last year"

Dick laughed just slightly "So where's Bruce?" He asked again.

"Oh, right, he said he was going to the garden again"

"Thanks Timmy" Dick ran out of the cave and I tried my best to keep up in my wheelchair.

When I reached the pair I had apparently missed half the conversation.

"What should we do?" Dick asked

"I don't know, I don't think we can do anything really, unless they left something behind, but we'll have to wait until morning to check" Bruce answered dismissively.

"What have I missed?" I asked.

"I just told Bruce about the figure you saw"

"Yeah got that impression" I teased. "What do you think they wanted?"

"Probably wanted to steal something, or did steal something, either way, It's probably nothing to worry about"

Bruce stood up and gave one last look at the grave before leaving. Dick took his hand off the tombstone and we followed Bruce's lead in silence. Alfred didn't make any food tonight, since he knew no-one would feel like eating. I realized the time and quickly said goodbye to everyone before rushing out of the house and driving back home, with silent tears running down my face.