"All my life, I've been a nobody. I was an orphan on the streets of Bludhaven. Stole food from the garbage, that sorta crap. Every now and then I would get lucky and pickpocket someone. When I got older, I joined the mob. Falconi's mob. God, it was horrible. He treated us like kings, but...I saw things no one should see, let alone do. So I left. I knew I wouldn't be safe, I tried to become a cop. I knew it wasn't gonna help, but I couldn't go to Metropolis. They let me in. I think it was because they knew I had info on Falcone. Turned out to be a pretty good officer. I was on the force about ten years when this guy showed up in Gotham. And he inspired me. I had info on Falcone, I knew his way of thinking. I had the resources. That guy, that regular guy, he inspired me. And now, I live up to that inspiration."

BLUDHAVEN

We see a male cop running through the streets. It's raining.

He enters a police building. Cops are walking around. The chief is talking with one cop, when he sees the one who just entered.

Chief: "Todd, your late."

Todd: "I'm sorry chief. Couldn't find my toaster. Couldn't find a few things. Might have been robbed."

Chief: "Jason, I don't want excuses. Get to work."

Jason: "Yes sir."

He walks away, and the chief continues to talk with the other cop.

Chief: "I don't know what to do with him."

Cop: "Neither do I. How close are we on the vigilante case?"

Chief: "Nowhere. We can't find him, we can't find any evidence, it's like he knows all of our plans."

Cop: "You think he could be one of us?"

Chief: "You really think that one of my officers is gonna dress up, and fight crime?"

Jason overhears the conversation, and smiles. A cop approaches him.

Cop "You got a case."

Jason: "Why do I have a case?"

Cop: "You don't have one yet, and everyone else has three."

Jason: "Oh. Where do I go?"

Cop: "You'll find the document on your desk."

He walks away.

CUT TO:

Jason sits at his desk, and looks at a piece of paper.

Jason: "Man dead in ally, under trash. Possible murder or suicide. Sounds fun."

One Hour Later

Jason looks at the body. He takes a picture. Blood is coming out of one section of his chest. He takes a sample, and looks around the ally. He sees something. Something small. He sees a scale, and picks it up by the sides. It's orange.

Jason: "Weird. Could be used for armor."

He put it in a bag, and looked around the ally some more. He took another photo of the body, and called the morgue.

Soon, he stands with the man who called.

Jason: "Who are you?"

"George. George Flass."

Jason: "How did you find the body?"

Flass: "I'm a garbage man. I moved some of the garbage, and I saw the body."

Jason: "Did you see anyone there?"

Flass: "No."

Jason: "Okay. Can you give me your address? Phone number, date of birth, that stuff?"

Flass: "I was born on December 2nd, 1972. My phone number is 973-660-0216. My address is 14 Valley Lane."

Jason: "Thanks. Did you see an orange scale in the alley?"

Flass: "No."

Jason: "Okay. Thank you sir."

Flass: "No problem."

That Night

THE MORGUE

We see a room full of drawers, and a window. Lighting crashes, and a figure appears on the ledge.

He opens the window, and goes in. He holds a tonfa, a second in a holster. He pulls out a hair pin, and picks the lock on a drawer. The man opens the drawer, and pulls out a body. An old man walks into the room as the man looks at the empty bag.

Old Man: "Who are you? Security!"

A dart enters his neck, and he drops to the floor. The other man looks again at the bag. Empty.

"Should have been here. Sure it was this one."

Guards pour into the room, and the man looks up. He smiles, pushing in the drawer. One guards runs at him, hands in the air. They come down, but the man ducks, uppercutting the man. The guard punches him, and throws a punch again. The man grabs his arm, and kicks his crotch, then his face. He shoves the guard into a wall, and hits him with his tonfa. He slams it onto the guard's face, and backflips away from him, as another guard charges at him. The man comes to a stop, as another guard grabs him from behind. He struggles to get out, but another guard grabs him. They smile as the one who charged comes forwards, rolling up his sleeves. He punches the man, then again, and again. The man looks at the guard, and kicks his feet off the ground, kicking the guard's face. He pulls away from the two guards, and pulls out his other tonfa. He slams them into the face of the guard he kicked. The man then grabs that guard's arm, and slams him into the other guards. They push him off, and one punches the man. The man hits him with the tonfas, and jumps up, kicking him, and pushing off towards the other man, who he slammed the tonfas into. He looked around the room, each of the guards down. He smiled, and jumped out the window as 20 guards poured into the room.

The Next Day

THE POLICE DEPARTMENT

Jason walks through the police department. He sees one cop, and walks to him.

Jason: "Jim! Jim, did you find out who the guy was?"

Jim: "I did. He's one of Bertinelli's men."

Jason: "That explains it."

Jim: "Explains what?"

Jason: "There was a cut, right through the victim's chest. Could have been an assassination."

Jim: "So, was it a threat? Was he gonna switch sides? Give up information?"

Jason: "Worse. We could have a war, right here, in the middle of Bludhaven."

Jim: "Between Bertinelli and Falcone?"

Jason: "Could be. Look into it. I'm gonna try to find the killer."

He ran out of the room, to his desk.

That Night

BLUDHAVEN

Jason walks into his house, and opens his closet. He takes out a domino mask, and puts it on.

Jason, in costume, sneaks into a warehouse. He goes through a window, and looks inside. He squints, trying to make out how many goons there are in the dark.

"Hi."

Jason looks to his right, and sees a woman, wearing a costume, next to him.

"So, you're Nightwing? Underwhelming."

Jason: "Nightwing? Is that what they call me?"

"That's what everyone calls you. Why are you here?"

Nightwing: "I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"Let's just say that I have a score to settle."

Nightwing: "Let's just say that I need answers."

"Is it about the body in the ally?"

Nightwing: "What do you know about that?"

She was gone.

Nightwing: "Crap."

He jumped down, into the room. He gained a foothold on the wall, and jumped onto a thug with a gun. He slammed his tonfa onto the back of the goons neck, and backflipped off the platform he was on, as two more goons showed up. He ran around a corner, into the barrel of a gun.

Goon: "Oh god. Oh my god. I can kill you. Heh heh. Maybe I'll-"

The thug dropped to the floor. An arrow was sticking out of his back. The woman was behind him, holding a crossbow.

Nightwing: "Thanks. Who are you?"

"You can call me the Huntress."

Nightwing: "No. Who are you?"

Huntress: "Not gonna happen."

Nightwing: "I can see. What are you doing?"

Huntress: "I told you. I have a score to settle. Falcone also has something I need."

Nightwing: "I'll help you get it if you can help me get to him."

Huntress: "I don't need your help."

Nightwing: "Do you need this?"

He held a key in his hand.

Huntress: "Give that to me."

Nightwing: "Make me."

She pulled out her crossbow. He swallowed the key.

Nightwing: "You don't want to cut me open."

Huntress: "I've seen worse."

Nightwing: "And I've done worse. Now, you can shoot me, or we can actually do something. Do you want to kill Falcone?"

Huntress: "Yeah."

Nightwing: "Don't. Someone has made a move on the Bertinelli family. No one knows who, but, they'd be smart to assume it was Falcone. If someone kills Falcone, because of that assumption, a war will erupt."

Huntress: "Okay."

Nightwing: "I need your help, okay. Just help me. I want to find out who killed that man. Falcone is my first target."

Huntress: "Fair enough. I'll help. For now."

Nightwing: "Thanks. Give me a minute, we need the key."

CUT TO:

Carmine Falcone sat at his desk. He was bored. And tired. He knew people were blaming him for the death of that man. He wasn't guilty. Not yet.

The door to his office fell to the ground. Nightwing walked in. The Huntress was behind him, crossbow out.

Nightwing: "Falcone. Was it you?"

Falcone: "What did I do?"

Nightwing: "The man."

Falcone: "Son, I know a lot of men."

Nightwing: "In the ally."

Falcone: "Oh, him. I don't know anything."

Huntress: "You're lying."

Falcone: "I'm not lying."

Nightwing: "He isn't lying. He isn't making any sudden movements."

Falcone: "He's right sweetie. So why don't you put that thing down."

Nightwing: "The man had a cut, straight through his chest. Know anything?"

Falcone: "I know who did it."

Nightwing: "Who?"

Falcone: "Slade Wilson. Assassin. Very dangerous. I've hired him before. If you go after him, you're gonna die."

Nightwing: "And he could lead me to the one who wanted him dead?"

Falcone: "No, he's gonna lead you to Bruce Wayne."

Nightwing: "Thanks."

He pulled out a tonfa, and knocked Falcone out.

The Next Day

BLUDHAVEN

Jason walks through the streets. He starts to run as rain falls.

THE POLICE DEPARTMENT

Jason walks to a cop.

Jason: "Arthur?"

Arthur: "Yeah?"

Jason: "Do we have anything on Slade Wilson?"

Arthur: "Don't think so."

Jason: "Check. Please."

Arthur: "Okay. Is he a lead?"

Jason: "Yeah. Found one of Falcone's men. Told me everything."

Arthur: "Where is he?"

Jason: "Slipped away. I turned around for a minute, and he was gone. Still have the information."

Arthur: I think I found him. We got him a long time ago. Murder. I'll print it out."

Jason: "Thanks."

THE WAREHOUSE

Falcone sits at his desk. He rubs his head. A man stands in front of him.

"You told them?"

Falcone: "You can take them, can't you?"

"I'd rather not."

Falcone: "Well, now you have to. There's nothing I can do to stop em from comin' after you. Okay?"

"I get it Falcone. I just better get paid way more for this."

Falcone: "You will. You will."

We see the masked face of the man. Deathstroke.