I wasn't sure if i should of post this, but my friends said they liked it. :D THis story will have Spanish in it, but it will have the translation if she speaks any of it. Oh, and the entire reason that Jason Todd can hop universes is, in my mind, because he got some sort of machine from when he was going to the different Earths in Countdown. I just wanna clarify that to lessen confusion. okay... so... please enjoy my story and tell me what you think :D

L.L.A.P

~Laces

Where Am I? ¿Dónde estoy?

"You know, I could easily kill you." that statement sent chills up my spine. Considering the circumstances, I believed that I was handling the situation well. I had yet to pee my pants, vomit out of fear, or cry. However, I looked scared, and that didn't help me. The grey barrel of the gun was pointed at my face, and I didn't want to take my eyes off of it to look at my attacker, out of fear if I did, the gun would go off. All I knew about the person who had the gun to my face was that he was a man, he was skilled, and he was confident. I tried to make it look like he got the wrong person, which he most likely did because I was pretty much useless to any crime lord.

"Lo siento. No sé lo que estas hablando. Por favor no me hagas daño." I stated in Spanish, translating to: Sorry. I don't know what you're talking about. Please don't hurt me.

"¡Yo no soy tonto! También sé que español no es su lengua materna. Si quieres jugar de esa manera, sin embargo, muy bien. Sin embargo, es en su mejor interés de cooperar." he hissed. That terrified me. He had a gun to my head, and could speak Spanish. His statement basically translated into: I'm not stupid! I also know that Spanish is not your native language. If you want to play it that way though, fine. However it is in your best interest to cooperate.

"Wh-what do you want?" I stuttered.

"So, deciding to speak English now?" he questioned. I could hear a smile in his voice.

"Yeah." I answered, staring at the gun still.

"You're so rude." he stated. I had to process in my mind that he really said that.

"Did you just say I'm rude?" I inquired.

"Yeah. Look me in the eye when you speak. Don't make me go all Miss Manners on you." he informed, pressing the gun to my forehead. I took my eyes off of the gun and looked at him.

He was about six foot and wore a brown coat, grey under armor, grey cargo pants, black boots, and a red helmet. It then hit me. I knew this guy.

"Jason Todd?" I questioned.

"Yup." he said with a chuckle. My brown eyes widened at that.

Wait, Jason Todd? As in, the comic book character? This can't be happening! He's not real! How did I even get here? I then remembered. I fell asleep.

"I get it now. It's all a dream. All I have to do is wake up." I smiled, relaxing.

"Really?" he questioned, but it was slightly sarcastic. I didn't bother to answer him, and pinched my arm. I felt the pain, but nothing changed.

"What?" I muttered.

"Didn't pinch yourself hard enough?" he laughed. I slapped my face harshly, and felt the pain, but once again, nothing happened. I then looked at him.

"What did you do?" I exclaimed. He shrugged.

"Nothing really. I just sorta took you out of your dimension." he said calmly yet smugly.

"You son of a…"

"Language, Indira Xavier Rispoli." He just spewed out my full name like it was nothing. He saw my expression and I could tell that he was smiling behind the helmet. "Or would you prefer Indi? That's what your friends call you." he shrugged.

"What do you want?" I growled with teeth clenched.

"To screw up Batman's life, but I'm guessing you're referring to what I want with you." he explained.

"Yeah pretty much."

"First, I want to see if the records were right." I was confused what he meant by that. Next thing I knew, he threw his gun to the side and came charging at me. I moved to the left to dodge at the last possible second and then elbowed him in the back, knocking him to the ground. I then felt pressure on my heel, but it was too late when I realized it was his boot pushing my foot to get me off balance. He sprang up, and went for a punch as I wobbled to stay on my two feet, but I grabbed his thumb and twisted it so that his hand would go behind his back in a police hold. Something my dad taught me since he was a cop. I had him pinned to the wall, but he wasn't putting up much of a fight.

"So the records were true. You can fight." he stated, then easily got out of my hold and slammed me to the ground. "Now lets see how you handle it when I up my game." he chuckled as he pulled out his Kris like dagger.

"Crap." I muttered.