Summary

What if everything was a lie? There was no Justice League, no Team. There were no Shadows, no Light. But there was still Gotham and the other cities, all in need of heroes. Heroes that didn't exist. What if everything but their origins, was a dream, a dream they were put into as a form of therapy?

I own nothing but this plot line and my OC Raven Conners

Chapter One: Unidentified

Mount Justice 2nd November

A teenager stands in front of the hologram of his deceased brother, he's been gone for a year now and Nightwing still couldn't stand it.

Hearing a door open, he turned to see his friend.

"Hey Babs." Dick gave the approaching form with a small, sad smile. "I didn't know you could brood." The older teen joked, trying to help with her friend's pain. "So, what happened to him?" she asked sadly. Dick just shook his head, Barbara frowned, "He's my friend, I deserve to know!" Needless to say Dick was shocked by Barbara's outburst, it was really out of character for her usual calm self. "Sorry it's just, there's been a lot going on lately and, uh" she looked down, not knowing what to say. "You want to know that badly?" Barbara looked up at her younger friend and gave him a small nod, Dick smiled sadly as he began his story.

"It was about a year ago"

"Hey Bats! Heads up!" the fourteen year old Robin yelled, kicking a goon in his mentor's direction. "Robin, how many times?" came the gruff voice of his mentor. "I know, I know" he replied while taking down at least three more goons.

When the last of them were taken down, the two vigilantes met in the centre of the old hotel room. "You did well." Batman stated, causing his protégé to smirk. Before either of them could speak up again they were interrupted by their residential clown queen of crime, Harley Quinn. "Well if it isn't old B-man, here as always, spoilin' our fun." She fake pouted, pointing a gun at Batman. "My puddin' said I have to keep an eye on you Bats, so that's what I'm doing."

So focused on her task, she never noticed the little bird sneaking around behind her, but before he could take her down, he saw a white skinned man with green hair in a purple suit run down the corridor. As if on instinct, the boy followed. "Robin!" Batman called out for the retreating boy but he didn't listen.

Jason ran out of the building where they were fighting and saw Joker heading towards an old warehouse. Jason followed the evil clown, and all the while his conscience was screaming at him. "Don't go! It's a trap!" "Oh it's definitely a trap, I wouldn't follow him." "Call Batman, he can help." "But Batman would take all the credit, if you take down the Joker on your own, you could prove your worth and Batman will have to stop holding you back."

Jason foolishly listened to the devil on his shoulder, and ran faster to catch the psychotic clown prince of crime. All the while his instincts were screaming at him to turn back.

Dick stopped talking and looked away, "So what happened then?" Barbara asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the rest. Dick sighed and continued,

Soon enough he caught up with the clown. "End of the line Joker!" before the boy could even get in a fighting stance, a manic laugh came from the clown. "For you maybe, pumpkin."

Jason got ready to punch the psychopath but before he could move, a kind of spray was sprayed in his face and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up he was in a dark run down warehouse, it was then that he noticed that the lenses in his mask were popped out, does that mean Joker knows who he is?

Hearing a door being opened and then slammed shut, Jason looked at the door and sat up. He shifted his hand to try and get out of the cuffs but they were stuck tight.

"Honey! I'm hoooooome!" the Joker's voice sounded through the warehouse, when he came into view Jason froze. As a young boy he was always scared of crowbars, and now the Joker is going to beat him with a crowbar, great. He shouldn't have gone after the clown.

He tried shuffling backwards but ended up falling as his hands weren't free to support him.

He was about to try again when he felt a tremendous pain in his side, along with the sound of metal hitting flesh. This happened about five times until Joker, who was laughing the whole way through it, spoke again.

"Wow, that looked like it hurt" Joker walked over Jason, who was struggling to breathe.

He hit him again, "Hang on, that looked like it hurt more." Joker smiled and lifted the crowbar and started tapping the end in his left hand, "Let's try sort this out, kay pumpkin?" He raised the metal crowbar over his head, "What hurts more? Forehand *Whack* or backhand *Whack* A *Whack* or B *Whack*" The Joker hit Jason a few more times and Jason mumbled an insult, "Eh eh, a little louder lamb chop, think you have a collapsed lung that always beats the oratory." he said ruffling Jason's hair, Jason spat blood at the clown.

Joker slammed Jason's head into the floor and stood up. "Now that was rude, the last boy plundered had some manners, guess I better teach so you're a better follow on in his footsteps," he looked up as if he was thinking " Nah, I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar," he laughed putting his foot on Jason's back. Jason closed his eyes waiting for Batman to save him.

About half an hour later the Joker walked to the door putting his coat on, looking back at Jason he said, "Well kiddo I gotta go, but hey it's been fun right? Well maybe a bit more for me then you, I'm just guessing since you're being awfully quiet. Now be a good boy and do your homework and be in bed by nine and hey! Tell the big man I said, hello,"

The Joker laughed and slammed the door. Jason opened his eyes, got up and moved his hands from behind him. Pushing himself up, he stood. When he tried to walk he fell down again. Deciding it wasn't going to work like that he, painfully, pulled himself across the floor with his hands.

After a good ten painful minutes, he reached the door. Reaching up he tried to open it but found that it was locked.

When he heard a bike coming closer he was filled with hope, until he heard the beeping. He looked over and saw a bomb. That was the last thing Jason saw.

But little did either of them know was that, Jason never died.

He just woke up