Told from Jazzes point of view with a bit of third person. I do not own the Batman/ Four Brothers/Criminal Minds characters, only Jazz and the killer.

I fight to stay awake as I drive from Quantico, Virginia to Gotham City, New York. Taking a sip of coffee I reminisce the days that led to this moment. I work with the FBI with the BAU. I was surprised my boss David Rossi was sending me solo to help the Gotham police profile a serial killer. There had been several killings in the city, so Commissioner Gordon asked for assistance and here I am driving a 6 hour car ride. I deathly afraid of heights.

My name is Jasmine Mercer, also known as Jazz. I was born and raised in Detroit. My biological father left my mother when I was 6 and she later was arrested for drug possession, leaving me in foster care. I was 8 by the time I was legally adopted by Evelyn Mercer and her four sons: Bobby, Angel, Jerry, and Jack. It didn't take long before I took to the family. My new brothers protected me like I had always been with them. I was close with all my brothers, but especially with Bobby and Jack.

I have to wipe tears from my eyes as I think about Jack. I wasn't there when he and Ma were killed. I was at the academy and had to miss both funerals. I came home almost a month after their deaths and helped my other brothers rebuild our childhood home before going back to Virginia where I now live.

I work at FBI headquarters with an interesting group of people who are like a second family to me. Rossi, my boss, is more like a father. Hotch, my team leader, a stern uncle who pushes you to do better, JJ and Emily are the sisters I never had, Morgan is another brother and Reid is my best friend. Garcia is my best "female" friend. I had my laptop with a video camera so I can call them when I need help.

As I enter the city limits I look out the windows. The place had a gloomy look to it and kind gives me the creeps and this from a girl from Detroit! I park my Jeep Cherokee in front of the MCU and my shoulder bag with my computer out of the back seat. As I walk into the building I notice there was no one there.

"Commissioner Gordon" I call out

"Yes, can I help you?" A man with graying brown hair and glasses steps out of an office.

"Special Agent Jasmine Mercer, you can call me Jazz" I say, offering my hand and just received a look of confusion "I get that a lot. You were expecting someone older and a man right?"

"I'm sorry, you look so young"

"I'm older then I look, sir"

"Please call me Jim. Your boss said you'd be perfect for this case, saying it was right up your alley."

"He informed me about a consultant?" I asked stepping into his office

"Yes, Agent Mercer meet the Batman" he pointed to a man standing in the shadows wearing a bat costume. I stiffed when I saw he wore a mask. Both noticed my posture

"Something wrong?" the man asked in gravely voice

"You're wearing a mask" I said holding back my anger

"That a problem?" Jim asked

"I hate guys in masks"

"Why?" both asked

"Guys in masks killed my mother and brother"