The only thing I know about Batman is from the movies, just saying that now. So if you don't like it please be sweet. If you do like it please review.

In this story Dick Grayson is 24, Jason Todd is 19, Tim Drake is 16, and Damien Wayne is 11. So they are all in this story just at possible younger ages. So I hope you like it :)

Chapter 1

"Miss Hudson!" My face shot up from my desk as my math teacher slapped it. He glared at me with what I call the eyes of evil.

"Sorry sir." I apologized.

"This is the third time this week in my class. If this happens again I am going to call your home." he growled.

"Yes sir." I sighed as giggles formed around the room. Yet again I'm the joke of it all.

"Better wipe up your drool Phoebe." laughed one of the football boys. I sighed and sunk down into my chair until the class was over. Thankfully this was the last class of the day. I darted away from the nightmare of a high school to work. I work at a library because it's peaceful, usually. When I got there a bunch of my co workers were huddled around a tv.

"Whats up?" I asked.

"Shhhhh, check this out. The Red Hoods latest victim." said Charles, our syfy nerd.

"Red Hood?" I looked confused. He looked at me as if I had just lost my mind.

"Doi, I can't believe you don't know who he is. He's Bludhavens antihero. Check it out." he pushed me closer to the tv. I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach. The reporter talked about one of Bludhaven's crime bosses and how he was found bound and gagged in a warehouse with knifes stabbed into his hands, thighs, and feet. The camera also panned to a wall and on it, written in blood, it said ' Red Hood Was Here.' Then that part of the news ended and everyone went back to their work.

"Why was a torture scene such a big deal?" I asked Charles.

"Because, rumors say that the Red Hood is from Gotham and he may be showing his face around here again." he was almost giddy.

"Did your nerds tell you that?" I asked with a smirk.

"Laugh all you will. Red Hood is almost as big as Batman. Red Hood is known for being a antihero. He does good things like taking down crime bosses but he's very violent doing so. Who is he? Why does he do it? And why so violent? I have seen all news casts about the Red Hood and just like that last one he has a pattern of scaring people by writing ' Red Hood Was Here' out of the victim's blood."

"That just sounds sick to me. Why doesn't Batman just throw the dudes ass in prison, or at least Arkham."

"No one knows. That's the reason his mystery is so cool. Why doesn't Batman do anything about him." I couldn't help but smirk at Charles. He's so into this crap.

"Hudson, Carson, get to work!" shouted my boss as he walked in. Why he shouts in a library I'll never know. I sighed and went to sorting the books. Which to me is actually enjoyable because I can just go hide in the back somewhere.

"Phoebe, I'll be leaving early so I need to lock up." said my boss as he walked through the isles.

"Lock up? But sir we close at ten and I usually get off at seven." I tried to get out of it.

"Fine, if you want to be paid over time. Just lock up." he tossed me the keys and left. Geez, does anyone hear me when I speak? I am so invisible. I sighed and went back to work. I guess an upside to this is I don't have to go home early, not like anyone would notice.

People started to clear out around nine and I was pretty much left alone until ten when I locked up. Sadly I don't have a ride to I have to walk home. I started on my way. The wind was rushing through past me. It was getting really cold. I pulled my jacket tighter around me and kept walking. But soon I had this cold icy feeling that I was being followed. I slightly cocked my head enough to see behind me. I was being followed, two men were behind me. I picked up my pace just a little, if they did the same then I knew for sure they were following me, and they did speed up. So I picked up the pace even more and I saw two more men coming my way. So I quickly turned and darted down the ally, which was a very bad choice since it was a dead end.

"Shit." I mumbled.

"Whats the rush sweetheart?" I turned to see the four men in front of me. I swallowed.

"No rush at all. Just trying to get home." I almost squeaked.

"Well, it's a very dangerous night out. Maybe we should walk you home."One of the men grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull it away but he started to drag me. I screamed and he slammed me against the wall.

"Shhh, no need for that." laughed one of them who slammed a fist into my stomach and knocked the air out of me.

"No need for that at all." one slapped me repeatedly. I kept trying to get away. Kicking and scratching was all I could do. I was soon a heap on the ground.

"Awww, maybe we should give her a hand." said one of the men as he pulled me to my feet and tried to take off my pants. I started to scream and throw punches.

"Help me!" I screamed. The man hit me again.

"Shut up!" they yelled. Soon the biggest one that was holding me fell to the ground screaming.

"What happened?" asked one. The man pulled a knife from his calf. Soon a creepy laugh started to echo through the ally.

"Come out who ever you are!" the biggest one yelled.

"Let me tell you my theory of you scumbags who decided to chase a homely librarian. My theory is you four have nothing better to do on a Tuesday night." the voice laughed.

"Come out now you bastard!" one yelled.

"As you wish." I could hardly see through the dark, but I did see a shadow start to move. One of the men then fell on all fours and started to whimper in pain. Then I heard a loud snap and the next guy was down, then the next. All that was left was the biggest man.

"Come out you freak!" he bellowed. Then I saw the shadow move in a little closer. The man ran for the shadow and he was down in seconds. Then all four of them ran screaming, or crawled.

"Ha, you call that a challenge." the voice laughed. I brought my knees to my throbbing chest. Not knowing what this man was going to do. Soon I heard footsteps coming closer and closer to me. They finally stopped about a foot away from me. I couldn't make myself look up. I turned my head and saw his feet. He had on muddy leather boots. He then squatted down beside me. I flinched as he reached a glove hand out to me and took a strand of my hair into his hand and started to fiddle with it.

"You ok?" I was shocked. Somehow that intimidating voice just got a whole lot, sweeter.