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Chapter One: Alleyway Tears

As Jason pulled up on his motorcycle, he realizes the lump on the ground was Robin ( aka Damian Wayne). Dropping his helmet with a thud he ran over to the boy wonders side and checked his pulse...

"Alive and breathing, but not conscious", he muttered as he took off his jacket and laid it under Damian's head.

Checking in both directions, he continued down the alleyway into the dark. Thats when he smelled it; Harleys perfume. Turning on the nightvision in his mask, he crouched down next to another still form. Blood on the ground indicated a heavy wound, maybe even a head wound. As he tiltes her up her eyes squinted up at him.

"Puddin?", she wimpered out, " You came back for me?"

"Sorry Quinn." Jason said, sorry to dissapoint her, " But Joker left you just like Batman left Robin. Lying in a heap on the ground."

Her head bent down as she sniffled, shaking from the cold and blood loss.

"Whatcha gonna do with me Red?", her voice whispered out.

At one point he would have known exactly what to do in this situation. He had dreamt of it. He had plotted it. He would have put a gun up under her chin and looked her in the eyes as he pulled the trigger, knowing he took something from the Joker. Now, as he held the broken woman in his arms, he knew his anger was misplaced. This was a woman who wanted to be loved, who wanted to be a part of something, to belong. He understood the feeling all to well. He desired the same things. A love. A family. To belong. He had found that not with his mentor, the Batman, but with Roy and Kori as part of the Outlaws. Recently they had taken a break from one another, some vacation. Kori went to stay with the Titans for a bit and reconcile with them. Roy had gone to Oliver to look for work and help rehabilitating himself after he had gotten knocked off another building ( why did that happen to him so much anyway?) And Jason had come back to Gotham, to his bat-family, to make ammends for his betrayal of Batman. However, since his return, he had been to busy trying to find a place to stay, and a job to keep him busy, to visit... or at least thats what he had been telling himself...

"Red?", Her voice cut through his inner turmoil, " I am losing a lot of blood here. So either get me to a hospital or leave me to die. My puddin obviously doesn't think I deserve to live so why should you?"

With that sad comment he knew what he had to do.

"Harley, if I take you to a hospital either Batman will find you and toss you in Arkham, or Joker will find you and this will end up happening to you all over again. So I am going with option number three. "

With that he gently lifted her off the ground, and walked her to his mortorcycle. Placing her on the front, he left her for a moment and went back to Robin.

" Sorry buddy," he muttered to Damians still form, " I would take you with me but then you would tell Bruce. "

Searching Damians still form he found what he was looking for. He pressed the button on Damians belt and an alert rang out. Comforted that Alfred would come help out Bruces latest protoge, he wrapped him in his cape and propped him up against a nearby wall, taking his Jacket back and leaving the boy wonder in the shaddows.

Getting back on his bike, he drove off with Harley, as the morning light just began to peer its head over the herizon.