A/N: So I've decided to rewrite this story simply because when I wrote it originally I didn't have anything planned past the last chapter posted. now this one is new and improved with better timing and plot. Thank you for the support you gave me earlier with the first version.

Summary: Batman has five sons! Say What? Dick Grayson is not the last Flying Grayson! Say What? He has a twin! Say What? Oh and did we mention that she's being hunted by the League of Shadows? Say What!

A/N: Also note that I've tweaked the ages of the characters. Jason Todd is the eldest, then Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and Terry Wayne.


Russia (December 2007)

Pain. Excruciating pain was all that registered in young Jason's mind as he shifts his bleeding body to face the door. He feels the blood flow down the sides of his head and torso and drip onto the gray concrete staining it a rusty red. Fucking Joker! Where the hell is that bastard? Ugh, stay awake, Todd. You gotta stay awake. Vision's going away. Bruce, where are you? The corners of his vision begin to fade to black as he reaches the metal door. A soft, incessant beeping reverberates through the abandoned warehouse. His eyes narrow at the massive hoard of explosives watching as the seconds tick away on the timer, all hope of escape slipping away as the timer draws nearer to zero. Jason swallows. Well… Fu- The warehouse erupts in a ball of fire and debris.

No…Jason! Outside a hooded shadow stands in horror before rampaging through the rubble to find a clearing with a slip of stark white paper pinned on the cleaved concrete where Jason's blood had colored. The man chokes back a sob upon seeing the amount of blood loss, never noticing the sounds of engines fading away. He snatches the paper.

"The boy will be treated for his wounds, rehabilitated, and returned safely. – Ra's al Ghul" The printed note only increases the Dark Knight's concern more. Just as he was going to throw the slip into the burning rubble he spies the small, neat hand writing of a young girl on the back. "I will get Jason back to you as soon as possible. So a, Phi G." Batman narrows his eyes with suspicion. He turns to head towards the League of Shadows' ruler, Ra's al Ghul, when a voice comes over his comm.

"Sir, you are needed back at the Manor." The British accent floats through Batman's head.

"Not now, Alfred." The man grits his teeth as he runs to his discarded bike.

"Sir, I implore you to return home. Master Richard has been missing for over sixteen hours. Master Timothy is beside himself with distraught." The old man's voice holds a touch of urgency indicating a new level of worry since the old butler rarely uses any emotion at all. Batman remains silent, his inner conflict boils as he contemplates between his two sons' situations. "Sir?" Alfred's voice draws the conflicted father out of his ponderings.

"I…" The Dark Knight begins before a small body lands onto his bike perching on the small windshield. "I have company, call back later." The vigilante drives over to a shoulder in the snowy road. He stares at the figure only to raise an unseen eyebrow. The figure was obviously a young child even in the darkness of night. The child flips backwards off the windshield into the headlights of the motorcycle. The child was a young girl dressed in black Kevlar and a mask covering everything but her bright blue eyes.

"What do you want?" Batman growls at her not needing the distraction. The girl does not talk and yet soft spoken words of a young girl flit around his mind as his stare is drawn towards her pair of oddly familiar piercing, blue eyes.

Go to Richard. Jason is severely injured. Her eyes seem to say. I will oversee his recovery. He will be alright. I promise. The Bat glares at the girl.

"How do you know about…How can I trust you?" She stares at him before a gust of snowy wind envelopes her. "Who are you?" Batman yells into the darkness. Receiving no answer he shakes off the accumulated snow on his cape and quickly returns to the road heading to the airport. Something about the girl made him want to trust her, and though under different circumstances he would never listen to some stranger when concerning his sons, Bruce zips down the path and catches the first flight to Gotham.


Somewhere in Arabia

~I remember tears streaming down your face when I said "I'll never let you go"~

~When all those shadows almost killed your light~

~I remember you said, "Don't leave me alone"~

~But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight~

Ugh. I feel like shit. Where am I? Who's singing? Jason panics as he cracks his eyes open just a bit to look around. The singing continues and he slowly begins to relax. The singer was obviously a child, yet there was a mature, depressing undertone in the song. The singer was also obviously female, hauntingly enchanting. The lyrics wash over Jason and he drifts back to sleep. Waking up again, Jason feels a cold, wet cloth placed on his forehead. The singing had dulled down to humming. He groans alerting the person taking care of him. The prone boy opens his eyes. Vibrant emerald meets brilliant yet familiar blue.

"Dickie?" Jason rasps out through parched lips. The owner of the blue eyes widens its gaze but shakes her head. The teenager feels a cool liquid brush over his lips. Gulping the water hastily, the boy tries to sit up properly only to be stopped with a soft but firm touch. "Where am I?" The two don't break their gaze but Jason notices he is in a small brown room with Middle Eastern décor.

Hell. The girl's eyes flash in sadness and pain before resetting to a fierce determination. But I'll get you out. I promise. Jason stares at the girl before him.

"Who are you?"

My name is Sophia. You can call me Phi, Jason Todd.

"How do you know my name?"

You will find out soon enough. Rest now.

~Just close your eyes~
~You'll be alright~
~Come morning light,~
~You and I'll be safe and sound...~


A/N: Please give feedback since I'm still tweaking this story. Don't be shy. R&R!