A/N: Investigations continue in this chapter :D

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Chapter 7


"So, nothing else?"

The young woman looks at her boyfriend as she gets dressed for bed. "No, not much." She replies as she slips in beside him.

"Well, goodnight." He tells her, leaning over to turn off the light.

"Goodnight." She mumbles, eliciting a slight chuckle out of him as he switches the light off.

Everything goes tumbling down when the first scream is heard.


The screams are still being heard as the Commissioner waits on top of the hospital's rooftop. He checks his watch, sighs and looks back up, turning his head away from the ear-splitting shrieks coming from below. He stares into the night sky, slightly shifting on his toes, trying to keep warm. Winter wasn't very fun in Gotham.

"Commissioner Gordon?"

He jumps when he hears the voice behind him. He turns around to see the one and only Dark Knight, looking at him expectantly.

"Geez, Batman, you shouldn't do that." He groaned. "Some of us have bodies that are wearing down, you know."

"Why did you call me here?" Batman asks.

"The Commissioner pauses for a second. "Still going straight to the point, I see." He says. "Well, the girl won't stop screaming." He gestures to the ground, which was still ringing from her screams and cries. After a couple of minutes, Batman straightens up.

"Have you tried diagnosing for fear toxin?" he asks.

"We have, Batman." Commissioner Gordon says. "After last time, that was the first thing we checked, but there wasn't even a trace. And you know what the worst part was?" Batman raises his head slightly. "She was, and still is fast asleep."


"And she wouldn't stop screaming?" Skylar asks.

Dick shakes his head. "Not at all. Not even when we gave her the sedative."

She slightly leans back on the sofa. "So, what happened to her?"

Dick closes his eyes for a second. "She…she didn't make it through the night." He breathes. "Something happened to her last night, something bad."

"An assassination?" She suggests.

"I thought so too, but there were no marks on her." He tells her. "No slashes, no scratches, no traces of poison. The only thing we can say is that someone killed her in her dream."

Her eyes widen for a second. "Is that even possible?"

"In a world like this, anything is possible."


Klarion marches into a clearing in the middle of the forest, Teekl at his heels. Out of the shadows, a shape materializes out of the ground, taking the shape of Pitch Black. He steps out of the shadows and into the light.

"Well, I trust our little experiment was a success." He says.

Klarion grins and rubs his palms. "Oh, it went very well. The girl was so terrified of her night mares she actually slipped into a coma."

Pitch chuckled. "No, she didn't slip into a coma." He looks up. "The power of nightmares is very strong. It can make you believe what you fear. With your magic, I made it real."

"Real?" Klarion asks. At his feet, Teekl gives a cautious hiss. "You mean, she's actually dead?"

Pitch nods. "You don't have a problem with that, do you? Because we have a deal…"

Klarion cuts him off by laughing maniacally. "It's perfect! So chaotic, so…me." He looks at Pitch. "We are going to do more of this, aren't we?"

Pitch smiles. "Of course we are. We need to practice before I reveal my ultimate plan."

"So, are you going to tell me what your plan is?" Klarion asks.

"Patience, my friend, patience." Pitch tells him. "All will be revealed in time." He steps back into the darkness and sinks into the shadows.


In the library, Skylar continues to scribble down in her notebook when she senses the arrival of another. She wearily looks up and sees Alex, with an expectant look on his face.

"Well?" he asks, folding his hands across his chest.

She waits for a moment before asking, "Well?" back.

"What did Dick say about the case?" he asks. Unfortunately, he says it a little too loudly, and is hissed at by the librarian. Quickly muttering an apology, he pulls up a chair opposite to Skylar and turns it around, resting his chin on top of crossed arms on the back of the chair. She sighs and shuts her book and notebook, pushing it away from herself.

"She was twenty-two." She tells him, leaning over the table and speaking in a low voice.

"And she's…" he lets the sentence hang in the air.

Skylar nods. "The thing that's keeping this case going is that when she was brought to the hospital, she was having a bad dream." She explains, and then hesitates for a minute. "Wait a minute! Why are you asking me this? Why not anybody else, like Jaime or Bart?"

He sighs. "Come on, you have a direct line to the one who knows more about this case than anyone." He tells her. "If I'd ask anyone, I'd ask you." She raises an eyebrow at this, and he puts his hands up quickly in defense. "But that's not the only reason I'm friends with you." He quickly tells her and is shushed once again by the librarian.

She rolls her eyes at him before leaning over. "She was just twenty-two."

His eyes widen. "So young? And she's…"

She nods. "Apparently they say that when she died she was having a bad dream."

"So, she was assassinated her sleep?" he asks.

She once again nods. "The question is, how, and why?"

He spins a book towards him before opening it. "Any connections? Like did Dick or Bruce find any patterns?"

She shakes her head. "Not at all. This is only the first murder we've had that's like this."

"Murder?" he asks. "That's what you're calling it?"

"Hey, she was innocent." She protests. "She died for no reason. She wasn't in deep like us. She barely even knew what it was like being us. She had a nice life." She looks down; anger burning in her eyes as she remembers everything the Amazons taught her. "It was murder."

He hums in agreement before the sound of footsteps get their attention. The two look up and see Jack stepping into the library, greeting the librarian with a nod of the head. Alex puts a hand up, inviting Jack to join them.

"Oh, and Alex?" Skylar says, pulling her books towards her and opening them, resuming her earlier work. "Don't mention any of this to Jack."


She sits up in her bed to find herself in her room, where she'd always been. Putting a hand on her face she finds it drenched with sweat. Only then does it come to her attention that she's drenched with sweat.

Placing a hand on her heart, she finds it beating violently. She only remembers twice that her heart beat so violently; one time was when Dick had the Team do about thirty laps around the Cave and she was gasping for breath at the end of it, the other time was recently, when she was afraid.

Taking a deep breath, she tells herself it was only a dream.

And nope, her fear had nothing to do with watching her family die one by one.


"And you saw them die one by one?" Alex asks.

Skylar nods. "All of them. Bruce, Tim, Barbara, Dick."

He visually pulls back as he hears her brother's name. Biting his lip, he walks beside her, hoping that she'd say something, anything. Sadly, she doesn't, and instead seems more comfortable enjoying the silence during their walk home from school. He looks up, listening to the soft crunching of the snow beneath their feet.

The sounds of laughter draw their attention, and they see an impromptu snowball fight happening a little way away. Both of them share a quiet smile as they continue walking.

"Must be fun." Skylar murmurs.

"Hm?" Alex asks, looking at her.

She points to the little kids pelting each other with snowballs. "Must be fun to be a kid." She says, and he notices her looking at them with a dreamy expression.

He nods, smiling. "Oh, it's fun." He tells her. "Especially when the first snowball hits."

Just then, he's thrown forward by something cold. He feels his back and sees snow. Turning around, he sees Jack, standing there with a snowball in his hand. He balks at the sight of his friends staring him down. "Oh, sorry, guys." He says, waving to them.

Skylar waves back, but Alex bends down, scooping up some snow, packing it into a hard ball as he rises, and then flings it at Jack. Jack flinches as the snowball hits him, staining his winter jacket.

"That's what you get for throwing that snowball at me!" Alex yells out to him.

Smirking, Jack picks up two handfuls, throwing them at Alex, who suffers another beat down before arming himself with more ammo, and firing them at his opponent. In retaliation, Jack arms himself with more snow and shooting the other male.

All the while, Skylar laughs her head off to the side as she watches her friends go back and forth. Suddenly, she feels a snowball hit her, knocking her to the ground.

As she stands up, both boys balk at seeing who they hit.

"Great!" Alex groans. "You hit Skylar."

"No, that wasn't me." Jack protests.

"It wasn't me, either!" Alex says.

"I don't know about you but it wasn't me." Jack puts his hands up in defense.

"Yoo-hoo, boys!"

The two suddenly look up to see Skylar standing coolly, her brother's familiar smirk on her face. Only then do the two realize that she's casually throwing and catching a snowball and is armed with at least five. Then the two realize that they're dead.

Before the three of them know it, they're engaged in an impromptu snowball fight themselves. She smiles as she reminds herself that's it's her first, but that she's not going to lose to a bunch of buttheads like her best friends.


Dick raises an eyebrow when he arrives to see his sister half-drenched and removing her wet outer layers.

"What happened to you?" he asks her.

She shrugs. "Snowball fight with Alex and Jack." She says simply.

He grins at that. "Wow, your first snowball fight. Must have been an enjoyable experience." He states. "Wait, who won?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she asks. "I did. Although I have a sneaking suspicion that Jack let me win."

"He let you win?" he repeats.

"Alex was too easy to take out of the game." She tells him. "Jack put up a fight, but lost very quickly. Which is funny because he's usually very good at fights like these."

"Oh, is he?" He asks, removing his gloves and placing them on the counter.

She nods. "He likes to joke to say that snow is his power." She grins.

He shares in her laugh and then notices that she's still wet. "Go and change out of those clothes." He tells her. "You'll catch cold."

"Fine!" she sighs, walking up the stairs. He stares after her for a moment, before picking up his phone and dialing a number.

"Yeah?"

"Tim, its Dick." He says. "Anything?"

"Actually, yes." Tim tells him over the line. "Apparently there is no Jackson Overland living here."

"You mean he's foreign?" Dick asks.

"No, it's like he didn't exist, not until a few weeks ago." Tim tells him.

"Right about the time he met Skylar." Dick mutters, half to himself.

"You'll keep an eye on her, won't you?" Tim asks.

"I will, Tim. Don't worry. Just keep searching. I want every Intel there is about this boy, so I have an excuse to question him and find out what he's going to do to my sister."


A/N: Okay, longest chapter yet! Hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am.

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