My eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shone into my room through the trees. The sheets felt comforting against my skin, compared to the feeling of my body which wasn't good. I was sore, and after rubbing my eyes, I looked down at my arms. Light bruises were present on my forearms and I could only imagine my stomach. Sitting up in the bed, I stretched my body as I looked at the balcony doors. I stood up and walked to the double doors, fiddling with the lock before opening them to allow the fresh air to hit my face, inhaling deep as I stood outside. Taking in my surroundings, I looked at the changing leaves on the trees outside the window and smiled before looking down at the courtyard. I noticed some white flower petals scattered on the floor and then shifted my head to the garden on the side of the house. Wayne Manor didn't have any white flowers. Going back inside, I looked at the table beside the bed where there was a vase that originally had white flowers in it. Now it contained a single red rose. Walking back to the double doors, I closed them and made sure they were locked before leaving the room to take a bath, hoping that what I saw was a hallucination.

"Hey, everything okay?" Dick stopped me as I rushed through the hall. "You look like you've seen a ghost." You have no idea, Dick.

"I'm fine. I was just rushing to take a bath because you take longer than I do in the master bathroom. I wanted some 'me time,' especially after last night. I'm sore as hell." I explained quickly.

"Well, I need to talk to you so I'm talking to you through the door. Marcella found out some information on that guy you encountered last night." He said and followed me to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me while he stayed on the other side.

"So who is this guy?" I yelled as I started the water to find the right temperature. I stripped out of my clothes, wrapped a towel around my body and opened the door.

"He's called the Red Hood." Dick said, looking down at some papers Marcella gave him.

"Wasn't that Joker's original name? He's still in Arkham and plus, this guy didn't look anything like the Joker's Red Hood. He didn't move like him either. Although he did carry guns…" I said, leaning against the doorframe.

"He isn't Joker. Joker is still very much in Arkham, although Marcella doesn't think it'll be for much longer. He's a different guy, different morals. Joker would just go on a killing spree. This guy sets targets, preferably the mobs around the city. He's currently targeting Black Mask since he has the largest clientele. Then he'll probably target Penguin." He explained.

"Why target gangs though? Why not just start your own and obtain followers like they all did?"

"Why have competition? He's fairly new, and nothing big has been reported about him, but from what Marcella could find out… he's dangerous. Very dangerous." Dick sighed.

"Most people who carry around guns are, Dick." I said.

"We don't want you going after him."

"Well, I am."

"Hailee…" He sighed.

"No. No 'Hailee.' This guy knows who I am and who you are. I need to fi-"

"He's not an ally. He's not good." Dick cut me off.

"I need to at least find out who he is. End of discussion." I said, closing the bathroom door.

I put some epsom salt, essential oil and some bubble bath into the running water and sat on the edge of the tub, watching as it filled up. If, and it was a huge if, Jason really was under that mask and he somehow mysteriously came back from the dead, why wouldn't he come back to the Manor? Why wouldn't he come home to everyone, especially me? I turned the water off, dropped my towel and sat down in the tub, allowing the hot water and salt to soothe all the aches from the night before.

Even if the person wasn't Jason, he knew Dick and I. He knew who we were and I would assume he knew Bruce as well. "A new Batgirl?" He knew Barbara too. The only answers I could come up with were Jason or possibly Marcella spilling the beans. She seems like the secret keeping type, however, so I feel like it's Jason. My gut tells me it's Jason. But my head is rational. Jason died almost two years ago. He was a lot smaller than the man I encountered last night. He would never use guns. I sighed and shook my head, sinking further down into the water to clear my head.

Bruce went over the patrol quickly, stating that everyone was to be in the same spots as the night before. He congratulated Dick on finding the information on Black Mask before turning to go to the Batmobile. Dick looked over at me before giving Marcella a kiss and left after Bruce and Tim. A few minutes passed and I suited up and gave my earpiece to Alfred.

"I figured Dick is going to have a lot on his plate tonight. He'll need your full attention." I said to Marcella.

"Are you sure you want to go after this Red Hood fellow, Miss Lewis? It's only your second night on the job." Alfred asked.

"Yes. I need to know who he is. I have to know." I said before walking down the stairs to where the Batbike was parked. Turning the bike on, I revved the engine and sped out of the cave.

Bruce was in Park Row. Tim was in the Bowery. I decided to check the Chinatown section of Bleake Island where I knew I wouldn't encounter any run-ins with Bruce or Tim, although I know Tim would keep the secret as well. I sped towards Chinatown and ejected on top of an apartment building to overlook the section. There were some nice buildings but also some run down ones. Those would be the first I'd check.

A while passed. Bruce used to tell Tim that you would be able to tell when a building belonged to a gang because their symbol would be sprawled somewhere on the outside of the building. Black Mask was a skull, although his main base was the Steel Mill. Penguin's was a Penguin beak. Joker was a card. What would Red Hood's be? A drawing of a random helmet would take too long. Guns would be seen as too vague and would attract everyone to his position. A target? I thought and looked around. On the building across from the one I was stood atop of, there were crosshairs graffitied onto the building. I grappled over and landed on the roof.

"Alfred, I'm on top of a building in the Chinatown area of Bleake. It's an old apartment building, almost identical to all of the ones around. It's in pretty good shape. Any information?" I asked.

"Not much. All of the buildings in Chinatown are all relatively old. Depending on their owners, they're kept in immaculate condition to keep up the culture of the area." He said. "Although, one was recently sold off to an anonymous buyer. The apartment was a four story family apartment building. The three families were told to move, and the last family left two weeks ago." Alfred continued.

"I'm going to inspect this one. It looks like a four family." I said, looking over the ledge.

"Very well, Miss Lewis." I cut contact and as I turned around to inspect the rooftop, all I saw was a thug with a mohawk swinging a crowbar at my face and everything went black.

Lifting my head, I tried to move around but was stuck. I looked down and saw that I was tied to a chair. My legs were tied, my arms were zip tied behind my back and there were three men in the room. One, who I remember seeing, had a mohawk, light skin and wore a vest. His arms were hairy and he had a deep voice. The next was a darker, bald man who had a large scar on the back of his head. The third had his arms crossed, he had a gun in his hand and had a cigarette in his mouth. He was standing in a shadier part of the room so I couldn't see much about him.

"Well boys, look who's awake." The man with the gun said, walking closer to me. "Are you the little bitch that took me out last night?"

"I don't date smokers. Kind of gross. Leaves a bad taste in the mouth." I snapped, looking at him as he blew smoke in my face.

"Now is not the time to play, bitch." He said and held the pistol to the center of my head. He cocked the gun and before he could pull the trigger, a shot rang out and he was on the floor.

"What the fuck is she doing tied up?" The Red Hood said, walking into the room. "Untie her before you end up like him."

"Yes sir!" The man with the scar said and untied me from the chair. The Red Hood walked over to me and crouched down to my level.

"Who hit her?"

"I-I-I did sir. You told us you wanted her captured." The guy with the mohawk said.

"Did I tell you to give her a fucking black eye? Did I tell you to harm her?" Red Hood turned around to him. "Get out, and take that sack of shit with you, before I shoot you too." He ordered. The two men dragged the other man out and closed the door behind them. Red Hood went over and locked it and turned back towards me. "Did they hurt you?" He asked me.

"I have a fucking black eye and a migraine. Why the fuck do you care?"

"Lee…"

"No. No." I cut him off. "See, what the fuck is that? Who are you? Why are you calling me that? NO ONE CALLS ME THAT!" I yelled. He hesitated.

"You aren't ready to know."

"My fucking ass I'm not ready to know." I said and stormed towards him. He swung but I slipped behind him and pulled his helmet back.

I looked over at his helmet in my hands and then his back which was turned to me. He had black hair, and I noticed some white on the top of his head that surely went to the front. His breathing was heavy and he refused to turn around to look at me. I dropped the helmet on the floor and went to walk closer to him.

"Don't." He said. "I said you weren't ready. Get out."

"I'm not leaving. You know me. I'm knowing you before I leave this room. Whether it's by choice or force is up to you." I said, crossing my arms.

"Always the stubborn one." He sighed and turned to look at me, his arms falling at his sides. "You happy now?" I hesitated now.

"How long have you been alive, Jason?" I asked.

"How long have you thought I've been dead?" Jason responded. I walked over to him and smacked him across the face. He looked down at me and turned his mouth to a crooked smile.

"Why didn't you come home? Did you ever die? What the fuck is going on? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?" I yelled, hitting his chest. He took hold of my arms with ease and sighed.

"There's a lot you need to know, and you'll learn over time. I did die in the factory explosion. Joker killed me. Apparently, I was stolen from the morgue at GCPD by the League of Assassins, and Ra's threw me in the Lazarus Pit. Talia helped control my emotions and when I completed that control, I returned to Gotham." He explained, letting go of my arms.

"So why come here? Why not come back to the Manor?"

"I can't go back." Jason said. "I counted on Bruce, Lee. I purposely left that alarm blaring. Bruce failed me." He said.

"Jason, you went out without him. You left your tracker. He was out for over an hour looking for you. He regrets not getting there quick enough every day." I explained, looking up at him.

"Yet he kept Joker alive. Why is that piece of shit still alive in Arkham? Why couldn't he break his precious one rule and kill him? Why couldn't he do that?" Jason said, his voice getting louder.

"I don't know the answer to that, Jason. The next few months after your death, I never left your room. I wouldn't know anything going on. You could have at least fucking told me you were alive." I said, moving away from him and over to the window.

"Lee, don't leave." He said and walked over to me. I turned and looked at him.

"Look, I won't tell anyone. But don't come after Bruce. Don't come after us. I'll keep them off of you." I explained as he shook his head.

"No, no. Not that." Jason said, scratching the back of his neck. "I just really missed seeing you. That's all."

"Well, I'm around now." I remarked, pointing to the Batgirl suit. "Bye, Jason." I sighed, jumping out the window and grappling to another building.

Taking off my mask, I sat down on the rooftop and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to cry. Jason was alive. He wanted revenge on Bruce. He wasn't the same Jason I knew, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know this Jason. I stood up after a few moments of thinking and looked down at my mask. After finding this out, I wasn't sure I wanted to continue. Jason knew I was patrolling as Batgirl now. He knew I'd be out. I turned around as I went to lift my mask to my face and noticed a pair of boots in front of me. The boots were attacked to a person in a black suit and a cape.

"Hi, Bruce."