This is simply a scene from one of the upcoming Batman movies in the new DC cinematic universe that I'd like to see. If anyone likes it I'll post the other scenes I have bouncing around in my head.

Barbara fumbled with her keys for a moment before jamming them into her apartment door. She balanced her purse, mail, and Chinese takeout while she entered her modest one bedroom home. She placed her bag on the stand next to the door. She had barely entered the apartment when the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Someone else was here. Although she'd been retired for a number of years, she still knew to trust her gut. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and dialed 228. A voice came from the living room down the short hallway. It was being filtered through a voice modulator, not unlike Batman's.

"Your distress call won't work. I'm jamming all signals from this apartment, your smartphone included."

Barbara ran through all her options. How did they know about the distress signal to the batcave? Did he know who she really was?

"Please join me. I just want to talk."

She slowly walked to the doorway. Whoever it was had drawn the curtains, blocking the bright lights of Gotham. She reached for the switch and flicked it on. The light revealed a warm room with soft colors and comfortable furniture. A figure stood with their back to her, he was wearing black boots, black military fatigues, a brown leather jacket, and a red form fitting mask. He was in front of the fireplace mantle holding a framed picture in his hand. It was the one of her and Dick standing in front of Haleys Circus tent. Her hand was resting on his chest, showing off her brand new engagement ring. A happier time, before the gunshot.

The man carefully placed the picture back on the mantle and turned to face her.

Neither of them spoke.

"You came here to talk, so talk."

He shook his head. "Sorry it's just been so long...Do you know who I am?"

Barbara studied him for a moment, sizing him up. She could tell he was armed with at least two pistols, and noticed a custom knife belted at his right thigh with a blade length of at least 12 inches. As far as she could tell, it was just the two of them.

She nodded, "You're the Red Hood. Just the next bad guy in Gotham."

"Bad guy? You consider getting rid of Gotham's worst bad?"

Barbara shrugged, "Murder is murder."

The Red Hood snorted, "Tell that to Batman."

Her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?"

He ignored her questioned and crossed the room to sit on the couch. He gestured for her to enter the room. Barbara positioned herself next to the fireplace next to the metal poker.

He looked up at her, hesitating."Joker...I heard he crippled you."

It wasn't really a question, but she still answered, "Yes."

The Red Hood nodded. "Was that before or after you ended your engagement to Greyson?"

She swallowed, "What do you want?"

"He took everything from you. Your career, your love, your life. My question is, why is he still alive? Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you doing everything in your power to enter Arkham right now and end him?"

Barbara felt her eyebrows rise. She was surprised by the question. Then again, he is using one of Jokers earliest aliases. Barbara decided to answer honestly.

"I...I was consumed by my hate for a long time, especially when it looked as though I would never walk again, but I let it go. I didn't want to become..." She stopped short of saying "like Bruce".

She continued, "I let it go, and found peace. I'm happy now. He didn't take my life from me, I'm still here. What happened to me was awful, but with the help of my friends and family I got through it."

The Red Hood shook his head, unsatisfied with her answer. "No. Don't lie to me. You had to invent a new life for yourself. He took your identity away. We both know Barbara Gordon is the real mask you used to wear. Now you're one in the same."

Barbara started to worry, she didn't like the direction this conversation was going in. "I don't know what you mean."

His tone turned harsh. "I said don't lie to me! I know who you were Barbara!"

The Red Hood shot up, and started pacing the room, becoming animated as he spoke.

"I remember training with you, patrolling, fighting, feeling...whole."

He stopped pacing and looked at her. "Sometimes there are gaps, but I remember you and Greyson, being kind to me."

Barbara was shaking her head. "No this is some kind of sick joke."

She tried to back away, but he grabbed her by the shoulders, fingers digging, refusing to let go.

"Stop it! Who are you?! Take off that damn mask!"

He stood still for a moment before slowly nodding. He reached up and slowly unlatched his mask.

Before her was the face of Jason Todd. Her jaw dropped. Her vision grew blurry. She fought back the tears and anger quickly took over. She slapped him, then quickly followed it up with a stiff jab to his face, rocking him back a half step.

Jason smiled, then sat back down on the couch, dabbing his nose with his sleeve, trying to soak up the blood.

He snorted. "You still got it."

"Shut up." Said Barbara through clenched teeth. "You're not Jason. Jason is dead. I was there at his funeral."

Jason nodded. "I know this is hard to believe, but it's me Babs."

"Stop! You don't get to call me that!"

She tried to run through every villain who could pull this off. Clayface? No he's still locked up. A Mad Hatter android? No, he can't possibly know their real identities.

Jason interrupted her train of thought. "It's me Barbara. How else would I know that you used to be Batgirl. Or that Dick was the first Robin, and now he's bouncing around Bludhaven as Nightwing."

She shook her head violently this time. "No, no, no."

Jason was almost pleading at this point. "You saved me from Zasz. He caught me, because I didn't plan thoroughly enough."

She kept shaking her head, refusing to look him in the eye.

"You helped me change the Robin costume."

She looked up.

"We both laughed at how Dick looked in the old one. Remember? Remember those ridiculous shorts."

He smiled.

He still has the same smile.

It took her a minute before she could say anything.

"Jason." She said under her breath.

"Hey Babs."

Barbara didnt know what to say. "How? You were-"

She was quiet for a moment. Trying to process everything. Was this really the same boy she helped mentor? He'd be how old?

24?

God its been years.

Jason was one the best fighters she'd ever seen, even if he lacked Dicks grace or Bruces penchant for dissecting a problem from every conceivable angle. He had difficulty controlling himself though. He constantly toed the line with Bruce.

Jason is the one her father had been hunting for weeks now. He is the one causing all the destruction, the mayham, all those deaths.

Jason is the Red Hood.

She couldn't hold back the tears. "Jason. What have you done? You've killed all those people."

"People?! They weren't people Babs. Rapists, murderers, human traffickers, the world is better off with them dead."

Barbara was in disbelief. "That's not for you to decide! You know better. We were taught better then that. You're just another murderer."

"A murderer! Look at Bruce! Is he any different?"

She took a deep breath. "He's different now."

Jason laughed. "Right, I've been studying him for a while now. He's trying to be more like he was when we were happy. It's sickening. He fights some Metahumans in Metropolis and all of a sudden he's a changed man? No. Killing changes you Barbara. He's a walking hypocrite and I'm going to show all of you how much of a failure he is."

Barbara was trying to think of the best way to diffuse the situation. There was only one person who could give Jason the help he needed. "Please Jason, let me help you. Bruce can help."

Jason's face snapped into place, his eyes wide and staring at Barbara. For the first time that night she thought he was going to hurt her.

"You think I need his help?" He whispered "You think I want it!"

Jason stood and brought his fists down on the coffee table, shattering it. "I don't need him! I'll be a better Batman then he ever was!"

He grabbed her computer desk and flung it across the room.

Barbara quickly approached Jason and put a hand on his arm. He stopped in his tracks.

It took a moment for him to realize where he was. He was sweating, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Sometimes...I get lost." His eyes were darting all over the room.

She led him to the couch and sat down with him. He was bent forward, rocking slowly.

Barbara couldn't stand to see Jason like this. This young man standing in front of her was a complete stranger. Gone was the boy that pulled silly pranks on her and Dick. Gone was the boy that she so often babied when he was sick. Once when Jason had pneumonia he laid in her lap all night while she rocked him to sleep.

"Shh, I have you Jason. Just talk to me." She stroked the back of his head like she used to all those years ago.

He took a deep breath. "I have this hate in me. This rage. Sometimes I can't control it"

"We can help you control it."

Jason shook his head. "You don't understand. I don't want to get rid of it. When I lose control and give in...I love it. Sometimes people get hurt...badly, but when I lose it, I'm free."

"I'm addicted to the violence."

His breathing was even now.

Barbara was scared. She'd lost too many people to Bruce's crusade. Allies, friends, lovers. To see what it did to Jason was almost too much to handle.

"Jason...what happened to you? What are you planning?"

He was quiet for a minute before he sighed. "I'm getting the family back together."

Jason stood up, his face set in stone. He straightened his jacket before retrieving his mask and latching it back into place.

"I'm sorry to do this Barbara, but it's the only way to get Greyson back in the city."

Jason took a step forward. Barbara was ready for him and in a blur of motion had a Glock 19 aimed squarely at Jason.

His shoulders dropped. "Oh Babs, look at what he's done to you. There was a time when you never would have held one of those."

Barbara didnt flinch. "You're obsessed Jason. You're using one of Jokers earliest aliases, I don't know what you're planning, but nothing good can come of it. Stop this. Let me bring you in."

Jason took another step.

"Don't." She stood, ready for him.

Jason didn't seem to care.

Barbara squeezed the trigger and time slowed.

Jason's head rocked back, protected by his mask. He lunged forward and Barbara got off two more shots. Jason dodged the first but the second connected with his chest, knocking the air from his lungs. He ripped the gun from her hands. Barbara threw a punch that he easily parried and with his other hand Jason tried to stick a needle in her neck.

She blocked it and lashed out with a kick to his chest.

Jason grunted in pain and frustration. "You really wanna do it this way Bab's?"

"Shut up and fight."

He let out an exasperated breath. "Okay."

He initiated the exchange with a roundhouse kick forcing her to duck and counter with her own side kick. He caught her leg and hugged it to his body while using his free hand to grab her by the throat. He swung her around and threw her through the living room wall. She landed in the hallway, coughing on the drywall dust.

Get up Barbara.

She jumped to her feet and ducked into her bedroom. She reached beneath the nightstand, retrieving her batarang. She walked back into the hall to see Jason waiting for her, the light behind him casting an ominous figure before her. He saw the weapon in her hand and reached for his knife. She lunged slashing at him, he parried all her attacks and grabbed her arm, slamming it against the wall, knocking loose her only weapon.

"You're pretty rusty Babs."

Barbara answered by kicking out his knee forcing him down and punching him in the chest. Jason fell to the floor, his back to her. She jumped onto his back and wrapped her arm around his neck in a choke hold.

He placed both hands on her arm and pulled, slowly relieving the pressure on his arteries. He held on tight and rammed her into the wall, spun and repeated two more times, leaving large dents in the walls. Jason felt her grip loosening as he reached back and flipped her over his shoulder.

She hit the floor hard, the edges of her vision dimming. She felt a prick in her neck. The only thought running through her head was that even though she was being kidnapped, Barbara hadn't felt this alive in ages. She didn't want to admit to herself that she still missed her old life.

"Dammit." She said. Bruce would be so disappointed.

The last thing she heard was Jason apologizing. "I'm sorry Barbara. I'm so sorry."