"What's better, sword or gun?" Damian asked me while we were playing an assassin video game.

"Depends on who's wielding it." I said, my player jumping into the vents to hide form his.

"What do you mean?" He asked, throwing a grenade into the ventalation shaft.

"Well, if a dime in a dozen ninja with a sword went against me with a gun, the sucker would die, but if some one who has never used a gun went up against you with a sword, you would win." I said, jumping out of the vents and shooting at his character.

His character ducked and rolled, throwing knives at me. My character ducked out of the way, and quickly shot at him more. "I guess, what if they were evenly matched, which is better?"

"Hand gun or AK-47?" I asked, as his charater lunged at mine.

"Two hand guns." He said. "And for demonstration's sake, let's say it's you going up against me."

"Well, I have the advantage of two weapons, while the you have the longer weapon, so as long as you keep me on the tip of your sword, you have nothing to worry about, so I guess you would win. If it was an AK-47, then You would be dead long before the fight began." I said, and his charater suddenly shot mine. I groaned, putting the controler down.

"That's twenty to zip, wanna try best thirty out of fifty?" He asked.

I glared at him, "No."

He laughed, "OK, wanna try a motorcycle racing game?"

"Sure."

Suddenly, Dick walked in, "No time for that, Batman and Robin have a meeting with The Riddler as of five minutes ago, suit up Damian."

"Got it." He said, and ran down to the batave, followed by Dick. I sighed, and took it off of multi player, and resumed the game. Damian was more of a video game buddy than an actual friend. Still, it was kind of degrading to sit here playing video games while they were out saving Gotham. I started twiddling my thumbs, wondering if I could talk Dick into letting me going. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the necklass that I had found in that guys pocket, the childs necklass, the child he had killed.

I ran my thumb around the outter edge of it, trying to think of that little girl. Her face, her family, her friends, and her final moments. What had happend to her? I tried to picture several different ways he could have killed her, but just ended up with an upset stomach. I shook my head, trying to forget about it, when I realised, maybe I shouldn't forget. This little girl, would she have wanted to be forgotten, or remembered? I sighed, wondering what her family was doing right now, how they were coping with the loss of their child.

I started wondering why Batman and Robin couldn't save her, why she had to die. The guy shouldn't have even been out there, he should have been dead, not like he wasn't already, but why didn't they just kill he guys they brought in? Maybe if they did, no one would be brave enough to go out and put one toe off that line. I sighed, knowing what the answer was, Dick had given me a huge lecture my first day here since I had killed the man who had this necklace previouse. They didn't kill because if they crossed that line, if they went into that pit of death, they would never come back, and eventually, they would become the monsters they stopped.

I sighed, and then put the necklace into my pocket, and walked down to the batcave, Dick and Damian were already gone. I walked over to the Red Hood's costume again, and rubbed the bullet wound Alfred had stiched up on my shoulder, and said outloud, "You shot both of your legs to set me free from that den of demons" I said to the costume. "I owe you my life, and I swear, I will repay that dept. I just don't understand why you did it, your the Red Hood, your supposed to be an evil assassin who never lets anyone get in his way of his target. So why did you free me from your service?"

The costume gave no answeres. I sighed, "Guess I'll just figure it out for myself."

I walked the streets of Gotham, after telling Alfred I was going out, and I stopped by a club. I was to young to get in legally, and this was a higher up on the food chain club, they actually followed the rules. I kept walking, and found myself at a park. I walked around, noticing several shady people walking around, eyeing me. I rolled my eye, adults walking around a park at night... yeah, they're up to no good. I sat down on one of the swings, and just watched them walk around for awhile. A few looked at me like they were going to come up to me, but a quick gare sent them shuffling away.

I looked at the sign next to the park, it read Children's Kingdom Park. I rolled my eyes, that was the worse name it could have, I had been here a total of six minutes, and I already knew that any kid who came here without a parent watching them like a hawk at all times was going to get killed, or kidnapped but I don't really think there was much of a difference in the outcome. If they were kidnapped, that just meant they were going to be taken to a secluded place and killed slower.

I took the necklace out of my pocket, and stared at it in the moon light. I hadn't put this down since I got it. It had always been in my hand or in my pocket. The chain felt cool in my hands, and the moon light bounced off of it's shiny surface. "My, what a pretty necklace."

I looked up into the eyes of a really creepy looking guy with an even creepier grin on his face, it wasn't exactly friendly. "Thank you." I said, shoving it into my pocket.

"Why are you here all alone little girl? Did you lose your parents, or maybe run away?" He asked, stepping closer. Yeah, I ran away from a League full of assassins who are probably trying to track me down so they can slowly torture and eventually kill me because my mentor, the only man I respect, and the only man I will ever respect shot me in the shoulder and then shot his own legs and told me to run after tossing me his gun. Over whelmed yet?

"First of all, don't get so close, second of all, my parents are none of your buisness." I ground out.

"My, my, such an angry young girl." He walked behind me, a hand on each of the ropes holding up the swing, "Want me to push you?" He asked, grinning like a maniac.

I smirked dangerously, "No, I wanna kill you." I said, the familiar urge to kill creeping back into my soul.

His grin turned into a scowl, and he grabbed my collar, and threw me to the ground, "Now that wasn't a nice thing to say, here I'm trying to be nice to you by playing with you, and you go and insult me." I don't think that I wanna play the games he wants to.

I stood up, wiping dirt off of my shoulder, "Keep it up pal, I'll make sure you never mess with another kid again."

He walked over to me, and glowerd down at me, standing about a head and a half taller than me. "Oh really?" He asked, the creepy grin back on his face, "How are you going to do that little girl?" If you want to live till your at least fifty, there is one thing you should never do. Never call me little girl.

I took half a step back, and then boot kicked his face, sending him sprawling. "That."

He stood up, taking out a knife, "You little punk!" He growled, "Your gonna regret doing that!"

I rolled my eyes, "Doubt that for some reason."

He brought the knife down, aiming for my head, and I quickly side stepped, and elbowed him hard in the pressure point located at the base of the spine. He let out a moan, and fell to the ground, uncontiouse, he was going to be for awhile. I took the knife out of his hand, and then jabbed it threw his palm, all the way through, yeah he was going to be hurting in the morning. I picked up a wood chip from the ground, and carved on it, 'told you so' and then stuck it through the hole I had formed in his palm. I ripped off his jaket and his shirt, and carved into his chest 'Justin was here'.

I stood up, and brushed the blood off of my hands and onto my jeans. I threw his knife over my shoulder, and walked out of the park.

I walked around Gotham for some more, wondering what would have happend if it was some other kid he had come up to, would they have gotten away? I don't think they would have.

I walked until I was in down town Gotham, not the best place to be, and stopped infront of a store that said MATHILDA'S WEAPONS SHOP, FROM AK47'S TO Z PISTOLS

I walked in, and there was an older man behind the counter, about sixty, but his eyes showed he was just as lively as a young boy. He looked up, and smiled at me, "Hellow, a little young to be here without your parents aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "As if that matters." I looked down the nearest aisle, and asked, "You wouldn't happen to have any ASP LE's would you?"

He smiled, amused, "I think your a little young for a hand pistol."

I gave him an unamused, are-you-trippin-me look, "I've been using those since I was ten."

H raised an eyebrow, and pulled a display one off the shelf, "Really? Let's see you hit that target over there then." He said, gesturing to a target on the wall.

I quickly took the gun, and shot the target without looking at it, I handed the gun back to him, and looked at the target. I had hit dead center. I smirked, "I'm not a normal kid." Yeah I'm pretty sure I'm some form of crazy. Any one agree with this?

He smiled, "I can see that."

"George!" shouted a woman about the same age as him as she came walking down the steps, "I told you no target practice after eight! You keep scaring the little kids in the neighborhood." She looked at me, and then smiled, "Hi sweetie, what's your name?"

"Justine, you can call me Justin." I said casually. Call me sweetie again and I won't be shooting at the target next time.

"I'm Angie Mathilda, and this is George, my husband, was he trying to scare you by shooting his guns again?" she asked, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye.

"No, does he do that often to kids that come in here?" I asked, smirking at the thought of eleven year olds screaming after he shot the target and running to their parents.

She nodded, and George said, "I didn't even shoot it, she did!"

She looked at the bulls eye on the target, and said in shock, "She hit that... dead center?"

I shrugged, "I've been using those since I was ten." I walked out of the shop, deciding I had better get home before Dick started worrying.

GEORGE'S POINT OF VEIW:

"I like that kid." I said.

Angie smiled, "Are you getting attached?"

"Ha! No, she's just got the shot to back up her mouth, that's more then most kids can say around here. You know, her attitude reminds me of someone." I said thoughfully.

Awesome! Justin practically scliced that pedophile to ribbons! Review? Pwetty pwease?