A/N: Hey Y'all! Guess what? I live! Yeah, sorry about not updating. My computer crapped on me. I know I shouldn't start another story when I already have two I didn't finish, but here it is. It was brooding in my mind had had to get out. So enjoy the first chapter of….

Assassin's Bird

"Are you sure about this?" the FBI commander asked the man sitting across from him.

" Yes, Roberts, I'm positive. This is the only way we'll get close to this…Slade," Bruce Wayne replied. He looked to his foster son, Richard Grayson, nonchalantly staring out the window of the conference room. "The real question is if you are up to it, Richard."

The 19-year-old boy turned to look up at his "father" through pitch-black sunglasses, "Yeah, I'm up to it. Doesn't seem that big of a deal, though. It's a simple double-cross mission. Will Slade even go for it?"

"We don't know," Wayne replied, "But then again, he's not the one who really has to. Is he, commander?"

"No." Roberts slid a crème folder across the mahogany table to Wayne, "But she is." He pointedly glanced at the file labeled TOP SECRET.

Bruce opened the folder and let Richard lean in to get a look.

"As you know, Slade's apprentice has never been seen before," the Commander explained, "Nor has there ever been a photo of her," Bruce and Richard looked through the folder, noticing written reports and photographs of her "hits". "We know that she is female-"

"Because of handprints left on a choked victim, shadows/silhouettes seen from security cameras (remains), and other evidence. We know," Richard interrupted.

"Yes. Well," the Commander continued, slightly surprised at the boy's knowledge, "She nearly ever leaves a trail or pattern to her…hits. And-"

"Commander," Bruce interjected, "We are alone in this room. Stop calling them 'hits'. They're murders."

"Very well. We suspect that the only way to get closer to her and Slade is to provide competition. If we use an agent -that'll be you, Grayson- to portray himself as an assassin, and can persuade Slade into recruiting him, then we'll be able to finally put Slade behind bars."

"True," Richard agreed, "but how will we be able to convince Slade that I'm an assassin without…actually being one."

"We have some excellent actors on the force," Roberts smiled. Then his phone suddenly rang. His smile turned serious when he answered the phone. "Hello…Yes…Here with me…So soon? …Where? …On my way." Roberts hung up the phone and turned to the two agents. He folded his hands on the table.

"It's her…" he spoke, "We'll have to begin your mission a month early, Grayson."

Richard's hands balled into fists. He couldn't stand murderers. Especially assassins. They killed for money. For the fun. He was going to take out Slade and his apprentice if it was the last thing he did. Even if it meant treading through dangerous seas. With his teeth grinding, he spat out the apprentice's name with blood-curdling venom…

"Starfire."

A/N: And there's the first chapter. I already got the next two chapters ready. I've always wanted to make an evil Starfire, and here she comes. Well, thanks for the support, see you later. Bye:3