Chapter Seven

I still hear your voice but you're not really here.

Jason hated going to the hall of Justice. It reminded the man of his biggest failures, but it shed a more unique light on the second Robin's death. However, Jason would never be Batman nor Bruce.

A part of the man whispered that Oracle hadn't even bothered to call him, letting the man to continue to push Abby into a past image. Something unattainable to him. Abby meant too much to him, and the vigilante had enough ghost in his past as it were.

But another part, one that still mourned the young woman felt exhilarate and couldn't believe it. Jason himself come back from the grave, so why not Abigail?

Looking around himself at the piles of bodies and the remains of a very fancy apartment, the Red Hood left his handy work behind as he headed for the window.

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Settling herself, Abigail tried to take stock of what might've happened when Piper pinned that cat pin to her. The Teenager glanced at the various statues, some looking older then others.

"Well, it's probably time-travel or interdeminsional." She noted, looking t the statute of a hero she had never heard of.

The statue woman stood proud with arms across her bosom and her feet in a shoulder wide stance. The sculptor did a good job of creating the woman lifelike with only a few details missing. To Abby, this was someone that felt rather familiar, the similarities whispering in the back of her head.

The woman was tall, about Abigail's height she guessed. The symbol on her chest was that of a bat, but the rest of her armor was solely unique. In her hands, she clutched a flurried up flag, the stone fabric pooling overtop her knee high armored boots.

Looking closer, Abby read the plaque at the bottom. "In Honor of Lisily, who fell in battle of the fight for Earth."

The name Lisily sparked a memory in Abby, a phrase spoken in Russian that she had all but forgotten. But the sudden footfalls that were threading heavily sent the girl scrambling for the shadows behind the heroes before the words could hold a meaning.

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"Explain exactly what you saw, Oracle." Jason demanded, having not found a trace of anybody.

"I told you, Abigail is somehow at the Hall, Hood." Oracle pulled up camera footage, cycling through it as she tried to pinpoint the girl. But the images only held a slight shadow cast to the edges, the blur not at all distinct.

"Give me couple seconds, she could be using the shadows and the black areas to be invisible to me."

"Right, you do you're thing. I'll do mine." Jason told her, heading with caution to find the teenager.

Catching flash of metallic leather jacket, Jason spun around. He could have sworn he heard eerie cackling.

"You're right about someone being in here, O. But I don't think it's who you want it to be." Jason radioed into the tower. His eyes were trying to pinpoint the other.

Several Half Hours Later

"Oracle, I've been over this hall for an hour. I'm not finding anyone. Are you sure that you aren't experiencing technical difficulties?" Jason spatm tiredness showing in his tone.

"My equipment is just fine." Oracle' voice was full of wounded pride.

"Well something is wrong then, because there is literally no one hee-" Jason broke off, hearing a clattering in the background, followed by some rather colorful wording left the man oddly curious.

"Hold on, Oracle. I think I have something." Jason told her.

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When Abby tripped over her feet, it nocked over a display case holding some priceless artifacts. Watching it fall in slow motion, the young woman froze. It wasn't her that did the cussing. Spinning around, the five foot seven inch tall teenager was face to face with a red haired Archer.

Once the man paused for breath, Abby smiled shyly and gave a small wave. "Hey."

"You're supposed to be dead." The Archer told her, arms crossing over his chest.

Abby looked down at herself then back up at the archer. "I don't feel dead." She said curiously.

That garnered a snort from the man as a small smile appeared on his face. "You would say that. So what brought ya back? Lazarus Pits? Reality Shattering Punch?* Or was it something else?" The man asked as his former partner appeared behind Abigail.

"Actually it was a glowing cat pin." She told him, not aware of the pistol butt coming down on her skull. Wide eyes fluttered shut as the girl fell forwards, the red haired man catching her weight. The man grunted to the Red Hood. "A little warning would've been nice Jason. I don't remember her being this heavy."

Jason holstered his guns and came closer. The man carefully hefted the girl up and headed out. "You coming Roy?"

The red haired man grinned, slapping the red leather of his pants and hurried to catch up with the other. "Are you kidding me? If this is Abigail, then I'm gonna get a front row seat to this show."

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Abby felt the unfamiliar cold seep into her bones as she awoke along with being assaulted with several male voices yelling angrily at each other. One voice she recognized as Jason, the man did not sound happy. "If the girl lying in that bed is Abigail, I'll eat my mask, Roy. Abby is dead! There's no changing that fact."

"And all I'm saying was so were you, Jay. You died, but you came back. Why can't the same thing happen to Abby?" The other man, who must've been Roy asked, sounding tired.

"Because as much as we all want Abigail back, her going through that Pit is a curse! It twists you, gets into your head!" Jason spat, anger and pain overlaying his every word.

Abby knew briefly what her brother was talking about, he tried so hard to shield her from the demons that sometimes he didn't succeed. She knew a little of what happened to him before and during his stay with Ra's- it wasn't pleasant in the very least.

"Ow…" The girl clutched at her head, after swinging her legs off the bed, halting her movements.

Hearing the girl's cry of pain, the two broke of their argument, and rushed to her side.

"Careful, kid. Jason hit you rather hard to knock you out before we brought you here." The red haired man was the one that spoke, not Jason. He slightly reminded the girl of an old friend that Jay was always going on about in his titans' days- Roy Harper.

Jason was older, that she could see, but it wasn't the older less recklessness that scared her, it was the look in his eyes. It was blue, so bottomless with no light or hope. Those eyes that looked at her were not those of her Jason's. Not her Jason's anyways. They were hopeless- Her Jason had hope… Her Jason had her.

"Well how else was I supposed to bring her here? You really think I'm just gonna let people walk into a top secret base that has been running for years?" Jason asked, crossing his arms. "Who do you take me for? A speedster or an Arrow?"

"Yes, yes, everyone knows you Bats and your paranoia with any and every thing." Roy snarked back, shooting his friend a look before facing the girl again. "But I did say that she was pretty close to the original Abigail. You didn't have to hit her quite as hard."

Abby rolled her eyes, pushing herself to standing. "It's me, Jason. Who else wouldi t be?"

Jason told her seriously, rubbing the back of his neck. "How can we be sure it's you and not an imposter?"

Abby remembered the Cat pin and Piper problem. "The night we met, I wasn't the one to find you first. My father was. He thought you would be a good protector while he continued with trying to find my mother." Abby replied, unsure if this was even her universe or not. That pin could have sent her to a different universe and unless she figured out which it was, she wasn't going to limit her options.

"Well that was helpful. Now, how did you get into the Hall?" Jason demanded. Hearing the answer, Abby breathed slightly easier.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Abby bantered back, pushing past the two tall men put of the medical wing. What was it about being tall and strong and menacing men became heroes? Seeing the cave walls, the girl sighed- Jason never justified not telling her the layout to this place, so unless one of the two gave her a tour, she was once again a prisoner.

"Try me, kid. I'm a superhero and I fight people who are criminally insane." Jason doubted anything the short brown haired girl had to say was going to shock him.

"Fine, I was captured by the Joker, a woman rescued me who she called herself Piper and pinned a cat pin on my vest before its eyes became to glow and I landed in the Hall. Shocking?" Abby crossed her arms, spun on her heel and rattled off her day.

"You're right, I don't believe you." Red Arrow- or was it Arsenal now? – told her, having never heard this one before.

"The Cat Pin was the key to me being brought here." Abigail told them, a faint memory of Jason describing Gotham to her at the back of her mind.

"Never heard of this pin before, but there might be someone who does." Jason grabbed his helment and checked his guns before heading towards the row of bikes and cars sat. The man skipped over the blue and Robin's, sitting on a plain black but sleekly built one.

"I'm coming as well!" Abbby grabbed her leather metallic jacket which had been on the end of the bed, slipping it over her ratty baseball shirt. Seeing a polished dark blue and silver bike that instantly caught her attention, she slipped onto the seat. The symbol which each bike bore differently was one she had never seen before.

"Since everything is normal for you Bats, I should probably head back to Star City." Roy yelled over the motorcycles' roars. The man knew that any help he tried to give would be unappreciated and not welcomed.