Dick stepped into his penthouse. He had been maintaining it for years, yet there was one room he had only been in once since moving there. He walked into the room, flicking a light switch.
A number of large lights in the ceiling all came on at once. He looked around. He'd thought he wouldn't need it, but he had always kept his costume around. The one he had worn while he was Batman. He walked up to it, grabbing the cape. It was still just as fluid as it had been. He sighed. There wasn't much time.
He began by spraying the whole thing black. Then, he pulled a stencil from a drawer. It was in the shape of the emblem he had had on his old Nightwing costume. He put it on the chest and began spraying blue paint over it. A moment later, he looked at it. It was almost right, but one thing didn't fit. He pulled a pair of large scissors out, cutting the cowl from the cape before grabbing an old Nightwing mask out of the drawer. He was ready.
Jason Todd stood on the roof of the Metropolis plaza. He had been waiting for the last half an hour for Dick Grayson to arrive, wearing his costume. The one he had been using since he had killed Bruce and become the new Batman.
Years ago, only a fool would risk going to Metropolis to commit a murder, for fear someone like Superman could show up and stop them. But not now. Now, Superman would be off doing some Justice League thing, keeping him away. Jason had made sure of it. He had one night to do this and he would do it.
There was a noise behind him and he spun around. Dick stepped out of the shadows, wearing his modified suit.
"Feeling unworthy again were we?" Jason said, smirking under his mask "Haven't we done this before?"
Then Dick realised. It was Jason under the mask. He'd tipped him off to bring him there. To kill him.
"This time it ends properly." Dick said "I can't have you going around slaughtering people. It was bad enough that you were killing criminals, but I checked into it. You've been killing innocents as well if they got in your way."
"They hindered me from completing my mission." Jason said "Let the punishment fit the crime."
"Crime? What crime?!" Dick said "Being in the way of you when you wanted to murder someone who was little more than a petty thug?"
"Exactly." Jason said "They were hindering justice."
Suddenly, it dawned on Dick. He had been wrong. Jason's mentality wasn't just bent. It had been totally broken, to the extent where he believed anything and everything he did was justified by someone, anyone who had been involved having committed a crime.
Before Dick could say anything in response to what Jason had stated, he found the other man charging at him, hitting him mercilessly. Dick staggered back towards the edge of the roof. Jason charged and leapt, attempting to kick Dick in the face.
Dick dodged, causing Jason to go over the edge. He looked down. Jason was hanging onto the ledge.
"Jason!" Dick yelled "Take my hand!"
"This really does feel like we've done this before." Jason said in response "This time, I'm ready."
As he said that, he pulled himself up, flipping up over Dick's head. He smirked under his mask again.
"Good bye Dick." He said coldly, before kicking Dick off the edge "Rest in peace."
Dick began to plummet. He went to try using the paracape, but failed. He looked at it, seeing the large tear down it, the one that had occurred as he fell off the edge. He continued to plummet until he hit the ground, not even feeling it.
Jason looked down at the body of his adversary before walking away. He had won. There was no one else to oppose his claim to be the one true Batman.
Okay, I promise, this is the shortest chapter. I just felt this deserved its own chapter. I won't be putting any more up tonight but will be getting the next one up soon.