A/N: It's early for a change. Yay. There's quite a bit going on in this one. I hope you enjoy it.


The clouds clung low to the ground that morning, heavy and hung-over with moisture. And yet Delilah could still see the little black shape, piercing through the mist.

"Not you too." She heard Alfred scoff; turning from the glass doors, Delilah tried to offer the old butler a smile. "I couldn't sleep." She told him, trying to ignore that headshake he gave her. Indeed she probably crawled in bed three hours ago. Most sane people tried for at least six hours of sleep.

"Dad's still sleeping right?" God she hoped so.

"Of course, though he'll be none too pleased."

Delilah felt her lips twitch just a little. It meant Alfred had to play dirty and give him something to make him sleep, or else he'd be in the bat cave. "He'll brood, and then he'll get over it."

"Undoubtedly. I'm beginning to wonder if I should medicate everyone in the house say for the dog." But as the butler turned back to the pressing, Delilah spoke, not even chancing to look in his direction.

"Alfred?"

"Yes Miss?"

"I need a favor."

Alfred straightened himself, unsure if he cared for the child's sudden serious tone. "Of course, Miss."

"Tomorrow, I need to make a visit to Arkahm." She peered over her shoulder, her blue eyes so unwavering. "Dad can't know…" she said softly. "At least…not right away." When he didn't immediately respond she spun around. "I know, I know it's a lot to ask of you. And I'm sorry, I don't ever want to put you in that position…but there's something I have to do." She wrung her fingers together, looking at him, but then casted those blue eyes down at her hands. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"Alright, Delilah, alright."

"Thank you…"

"Don't thank me yet."

The girl didn't say another word to him. She listened to his footsteps as he carried the pressing toward the stairs. Only then did she slide through the door and into the outside world, leaving Jax to hunker down at the window. This is going to smart. But what other choices did she have?

Del made short work of stepping out of her shoes and socks, leaving them on the porch she waded onto the lawn, trying not to shudder as the icy wet tendrils of the grass grasped at her feet. The bottoms of her feet had begun to grow numb when she felt Damian's weight on her shoulder; He had used her, flipping over her as if she were nothing more than a statue standing their motionless in the garden.

The second his feet landed on the ground, he came at her. "You don't know when to quit, do you?"

A smart remark beckoned to fall out of her mouth, but the girl bit it down, forcing herself to bend or else get caught by that damn blade. I have to get the blade away from him or I'm fucked. It wasn't about beating him, but unlike her father, or Dick, he wasn't going to call it quits at the slightest provocation. That's what she wanted. She wanted him to keep coming at her. Damian wasn't going to stop, and neither were the creatures that crawled out from Gotham's underbelly.

She knew this garden; in a few steps she was going to hit a birdbath. Onetwo… on three Del dropped to the ground, sweeping Damian's leg as her arms bent back, separating the top of the birdbath from its base. The blade pierced it, but just as the stone started to crumble, Del held fast to the largest pieces, twisting the sword free from her brother's grip as he tried to recover himself from falling. Delilah tossed the sword and stone remnants, rushing him when she jumped to her feet.

"Even without it, you're still no match for me."

He swung, she ducked, and seizing his head she kneed him as quick and as hard as she could before driving him back when she released him with a shove. He has enough space to make a kick. When he went to strike with a kick just like she hoped, she locked it to her side with an arm, trying not to think about how much it stung, but instead reacted by pushing down his shoulders while she kicked his free foot out from under him, dropping him to the ground.

When he rolled to his side, pushing off the ground to jump to his feet, he was smiling. It wasn't a comfortable thing to see. "He did teach you something after all." But it wasn't enough. Delilah knew that and so did he.

Damian was quick with his feet. She could block the first or the second kick, but by the third, even when she was blocking her head, it was enough to stagger her; he dropped to his hands, and kicked her feet out from under her.

Hitting the near frozen ground almost felt like concrete. She tumbled back and to her feet, throwing up her hands to block his fists just in time. He was backing her toward a large statue, before his advances pushed her too close, she turned, running at the statue, using it to flip herself over him, forcing them to trade positions. She was able to get a few good shots in with her fists before he suddenly launched at her, hitting her square in chest with both feet. Needless to say it knocked the wind out of her.

Del could barely hear Jax barking from inside the house, she was too focused on trying to duck under his legs when kicked, spun and kicked again. He was kicking so hard and so fast, she could hear the air whistling through his clothes, she had no choice but to slide back. Having a good amount of space, she round housed him, which he ducked. He ducked the second one, but however took the third. He then locked her leg just as she had done to him. Oh, shit. But the realization came too late, he kicked out her leg and she hit the ground yet again. This time he dove right on top of her.

They rolled. Damian snagged the sword, just as Delilah's fingers could reach the sheath that he must have tossed aside earlier. It was the only thing blocking the blade from her neck. The girl was trying to keep her lungs from freezing up on her as the dew began to soak through her shirt. She was working on locking his feet, getting ready to shove him to the side when the blade made contact with her neck. Del's eyes went wide.

"Why Sister, you look frightened."

Del could feel beads of blood rolling down her neck and into her hair, just as the morning was broken by the sound of shattering glass. The boy had no choice but to roll to his side as the doberman's body smacked into him. His teeth locked into the boy's shoulder.

"DOWN!" Del yelled, securing Damian's blade before he could use it on the dog. Jax let go, positioning himself to stand over the girl and she worked to sit up. In the sudden commotion, Delilah caught Dick's shadow out of the corner of her eye. She didn't even hear his feet hitting the ground when he came bursting onto scene. He went straight for Damian.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! She's your sister!"

"Calm down Grayson, if I wanted to kill her I would have done it already." The boy said, nursing his shoulder with his hand. "Stupid mongrel."

"Why you little-"

"Stop it."

At the sound of the girl's voice, Dick stopped advancing. "I instigated it." Delilah told him, working her way to her knees. When Dick shot her a look, he found she wasn't even facing him. She had her attention on Jax.

"Why the hell would you do that?"

Finding nothing but a couple shallow cuts, Delilah felt her shoulders relax. "Good boy." She whispered, using him to help herself up to her feet. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, her whole body felt like a bruise.

"Unlike you or Dad, he doesn't quit when I start to struggle."

Damian paused at that, but said nothing as he slipped back inside the house, not even caring about the broken glass under his feet.

"This is not what I meant when I said you needed to train. Jesus, Delilah! I don't even think the kid knows the difference between a fight and a sparring match."

"But it's exactly what I need." Delilah said, walking Jax back inside. She tried not to focus too much on Alfred's shock. "Alfred, could you get me the vet kit?"

"Of-of course, and what about yourself?" He asked, disappearing into a small room off of the kitchen. Delilah reached up, touching the cut on her neck. It was wet, but it wasn't deep by any means.

"I'll live."

"And what shape would you have been in if Jax hadn't broken through the window?" Alfred asked, shoving the pet supplies at Dick rather than handing them over to the girl. He had broken out the first aid kit anyway.

"I don't know…."


The second Alfred Pennyworth cleared the door into Delilah's wing; the boy took his chance, sliding in before it closed behind him. But of course, Pennyworth wasn't what one would call a fool.

"Please keep your hands and blades to yourself this time, Master Damian." The old man told him, not even bothering to spare the juvenile a glance as he made his way down the hall, leaving Damian to feed his curiosity.

The floor was warmed by the pools of sunlight that seemed to pour into the hall. Damian simply peeked into the rooms as he went. None of the rooms were large, but they were adequate and functional. An office, a library, a bathroom. He could only assume that her bedroom was at the very end of the hall, leaving only one room left to investigate.

Even before reaching the doorway he could hear something rattling. Damian slid into the room without notice, aligning himself along the wall by the door, just in time to see his sister release off of the high bar to create a layout and turn before catching herself back on the bar. One handed pirouettes, seamless flying straddles, and turns that she would suddenly throw into reverse. It was her connections back to the uneven bars that caused the rattling sounds he had heard. He was so busy watching her turn, twist and straddle the air that he didn't see Alfred move closer to him.

"She makes it look easy doesn't she?"

"You mean she makes learning from Grayson look easy."

Delilah made a clean dismount with a double backwards twisting somersault.

"Is it that hard for you to say you're impressed, Master Damian?" The butler asked, as they watched Grayson and Del high five one another. Damian didn't so much as utter a word.

"Might one suggest that a break is in order?" Alfred inquired, handing Delilah a towel and a bottle of water. "What time is it?" Delilah asked in breaths, trying to keep herself from guzzling the water too quickly.

"2 pm. Miss. I'll be attempting to rouse your father shortly."

"I've got to go. Dick, I'm sure you need to go home and sleep at some point." She said, dabbing off the thin sheen of sweat that had permeated on her face and neck.

Dick was giving a cockeyed grin. "Trying to get the hell out of Dodge before he gets up, aren't you?"

Delilah's lips pursed between sips. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm supposed to meet Sam in an hour."

Of course she wanted to get the hell out of there before her father awoke from his forced slumber. He'd be groggy, grouchy and wanting to know why the kitchen window was broken. She'd rather toy with the seedier side of Gotham than face his grumpy ass.

Alfred had one of his silver brows arched at her. "I must be hearing things, I was certain Miss Cleary's mother forbade you two from your escapades."

"Oh." Delilah's lips twisted into a devilish smirk. "You mean the conversation that you and I weren't supposed to hear." She amended. It forced Alfred to sigh. "I stand corrected. I assume no one in Dodge will be hungry?"

"I won't be. Sam's going to help me start going through Mom's things, and then we're going to the Java Junction. I'll probably grab something while I'm there. We're both seriously behind on homework." Del found herself holding her breath as the butler nodded. Yes. They were both going to meet at her mother's house. Yes, they were both going to stop at Java Junction. But only Sam would be staying there.

"Very well."

Dick however, did not seem to take the bait that easily. "Uh-huh."

"Hey, you're the one who always told me to pick and choose my battles."

Dick just shook his head. "Yeah, yeah." He slapped her on the shoulder. "I'll see you for practice. If you think you're sore now, you have no idea what tomorrow's going to feel like."

"I'm going to hate you all the way to regionals, aren't I?"

He just simpered at her before disappearing down the hall. With any luck, she wouldn't see him for the rest of the day. But of course with his departure, it only left her and Damian once again.

"I see you made it in here." She said, stepping out into the hall and weaving her way into her room, well aware that he was not that far behind her. "It was easy."

"Says the kid who put my computer on lockdown the first time."

He watched her riffle through clothes as he stepped into her room. To his credit he stayed glued to the walls with his hands behind his back, he was more interested in the pictures she had. Some were of her mother and a child he could imagine was a much younger version of Delilah. In the pictures with Dick and even their father, he could see her grow and change right before his eyes.

His sister however, paid no attention to him as she slipped into the connecting bathroom to change. He was still scanning her photos and books when she popped back out. "That's my favorite one with Dad." She said, as he picked up a round frame from the shelf. Someone had managed to use a camera and got him both in mid-laugh on a blustery afternoon. "He doesn't laugh or smile all that much." Indeed, Bruce Wayne didn't have much to laugh or smile about. "You don't keep pictures, do you?" She asked, as she stepped into her closet.

"Not many, no."

He peered at her as he crouched down to read the titles on the bottom shelf, it was then he could see the jagged scar that poked just out of the top of her tank. "Where did you get that scar?" he asked. Delilah, who was in the midst of rolling up a sweater to pull it over her head, paused. "Open heart surgery, when I was four."

He was still staring when she pulled the fabric over her head and started to pull her hair free. "And where did the ones on your hands come from?"

"The night my mom died." It was all she offered as her boots made small scuffing sounds on the floor. "You're welcome to barrow any of the books I have, just put it back when you're done." She said, sliding into a brown leather jacket that matched her knee high lace up boots.

"As if you have anything I would want to read."

"Suit yourself." She said, crouching down to retrieve the sword she knew was still tucked just into the bed frame. Damian was staring at the ivory white sheath the second it slid from its hiding spot.

"Where-"

"Your mother."

She picked it up and handed it to him, watching him unsheathe the blade. "She said it was a gift. I never told Dad that she left it."

"You never learned to use it?"

"No. C'mon you see how he is with me, you actually think he'd teach me? You can use it, just put the other sword back in the wall plague."

"She gave it to you!" he snapped. "It was a gift, you-"

"I already told you I don't know how to use it. What? Are you going to teach me then?" Did he think she was intentionally disrespecting his mother by not using such a gift?

The boy's face twisted incredulously. "Don't be ridiculous. You lack the discipline."

Delilah threw up her hands. "I've got somewhere to be, I don't have time for this." With that she marched off to her bathroom, listening to the door of the wing shut behind him. The sword was lying on her bed. The only evidence that he had been there at all was the empty slot on a shelf.


"Okay, now you have to spill, just what are you up to?"

Delilah juggled the packages she had found on the porch as she pushed her way into the garage. With no electricity, they were forced to use what was left of the daylight that spilled through the windows of the garage door. Sliding the boxes onto the work bench next to the rest of the arsenal she had slowly been collecting, the teen stopped to take a breath, Watching Sam's face as her fingers lingered over the items that were displayed on the table. The smoke bombs, Taser guns, throwing stars, and a whip; all weapons. "You actually know how to use one of these things?" She asked, carefully picking on of the sharp pieces of metal off the table.

Del took it out of her hand, watching the Sam's eyes widen when it whizzed through the air and embedded it's self in the top beam of the garage door slicing through the paper target that Del had placed some time ago.

"Jesus Christ."

"Sam, are you sure you want to help me?"

"Y-yeah."

But Delilah wasn't making a face, she wasn't teasing and it wasn't looking like she was going to break out into a smile any time soon.

"Are you positive? I don't want-"

"Woman, shut up and open the box."

So Delilah did, slowly pulling the black Kevlar weave suit from the box. There was also a yellow cape and cowl. Thank you, Lucius thank you.

"Oh, shit. You're not doing what I think you're doing…"

Delilah crouched down by the box, finding the matching balaclava and mouth guard. The key piece that would keep her supplied with a little extra oxygen. "Yes I am."

"Fuck, Wayne-Badger. You are crazy. What the hell would your Dad do?"

"He can't know. No one can know." Delilah shot out, rising from her couch.

"You kidding me?! Of course not! You're the only interesting friend I have. Just tell me what I can do to help you."

Delilah slid her phone out of her pocket, wandering toward the bench as she pried it open, exposing the innards of the device. But there, among the wires and boards was a small round object that didn't quite belong.

"What's that?" Sam asked pressing in to get a good look.

"A tracking device."

The girl's face pinched. "Ooh, Daddy doesn't trust you all that much does he?" Delilah put the phone back together. "More like his insurance policy to know where I am if something goes wrong." Delilah told her. She had broken her phone last year and found the device, but instead of removing it and letting him know she found it, she used it to her advantage.

"Is he that worried that someone's going to kidnap you or something?" But then again she was the sole heiress to the Wayne fortune. "They've taken people worth a lot less. I need you to keep this with you at the café tonight." Delilah bent down, routing through the box until she found a small device that looked quite similar to a hands free phone. She tossed it to Sam. "Microphone." The girl was more than pleased to try it on. "Good, then I can talk to you without looking crazy."

Delilah held up the mouth piece. "Exactly, you'll just be a girl on the phone at a computer."

Sam ripped the headset off. She could hear Delilah talking through the earbud. But nothing seemed to be coming from Delilah herself. "The guard cancels all noise…so they won't be able to hear you…"

"Not unless I want them to." Delilah replied, removing the piece from her mouth. "I'm just wanting to test out the equipment tonight. So it'll only be for a couple hours."

"What about the Batman or Nightwing?" Sam asked, as she struggled to sit down by the open box, pulling out the gloves and boots.

"Avoidance. I need you to relay their locations if they're mentioned on the scanner. They'll turn me over to the police in a heartbeat. Imagine how well that would blow over."

Samantha had her head tilted. "Scanner?"

"Microphone is tied into a police scanner." Del added, though she didn't mention that she had her phone rigged so she could answer it. Or that she could pick up anything from the headset at the bat-computer.

"Geez, you've been plotting this for a while, haven't you? You've thought of everything."

Delilah just shrugged. "I'm hoping so." In the back of her mind she was running through several different contingency plans. It was just an equipment test, she wasn't looking to engage anyone or anything until she was sure everything worked up to par. What the fifteen year old didn't plan for was the fact the other side might just come at her first.


Java junction was on the corner of the same street that housed the Gotham PD. It wasn't unusual to see a few uniforms come and go for coffee or a bite to eat as they walked their beats or took their breaks. The café wasn't empty by any stretch of the imagination, but the girls settled on a small table with Sam's laptop, watching the crowd on the street thin as the daylight began to flee.

Delilah forced herself to eat a Danish and a down some water, trying to ignore the jitteriness of her nerves as the street lights came on. "Here we go." Del whispered to Sam, lifting her packpack from the ground as she slipped into the ladies room.

It was empty. Sliding into the largest stall, she made quick work of shedding off her clothes and working herself into the suit and her harness, she could feel the CO2 canisters weighing down by her hip, hidden from sight only by her cloak. The harness it's self was attached to a double cabled grappling hook. It would allow her to swing and maneuver, all the while powering her forward. It was going to take some balance to make if she used both at the same time.

Delilah quickly made an exit out of the window, after tucking her bag behind the toilet for Samantha to retrieve. The second her feet landed in the alley behind the café, She made a dash for the wall, squeezing the trigger of the grappling gun, it secured it's self into the wall, the fan made a faint whir as she rocketed up the wall. Ejecting the hook the girl hit the roof of the neighboring building, forcing her fall into a tumble to minimize damage.

"So?"

"It's a touchy system; I'm going to have to get my timing and balance just right."

"Tanked on the first go didn't you?"

"Let's just say, it's a good thing I don't have a fear of heights." She said, said charging across the roof top. She tried the grappler again, this time, aiming for a spot on the next building with her second cable as she released the first. At least this time she landed on her feet, albeit a bit hard.

"Landings are a little rough."

"You can control how much gas feeds through it right? Maybe you're just goosing it?"

Maybe she was on to something. Del leapt across the next building, feel her cape lift as if it were trying to help her float across. Had Lucius used some of the same material her father's cape was made of? Over the next few jumps, Delilah gave the grapplers no gas at all when she wanted to land, but let her gripped her cloak as it were a parachute. The landing came softer, even soundless.

"I'm not hearing anything, something must be going right." Of course, Sam couldn't see Delilah grinning like a Cheshire cat. As the sound of gunshots rose over the cacophony of the city streets, the smile slipped. It reminded her just why she was out here in the first place. This wasn't play time.

"Jeez, I can hear that from here."

"Where are they?"

"38th? Around the docks?"

"I'm on 36th." As soon as the words came out of Del's mouth, she felt the gust of a low flying plane, making her to duck to the ground as the batwing zipped over her head. "Shit." She hissed, watching the black shape of a body drop from the plane just a few streets away. "Well, I know where Batman is."

Delilah quickly skirted the buildings and streets, trying to keep herself out of sight all the while trying to keep Batman in sight. The buildings lessened as the bay grew closer, giving way to shipping vessels and row upon row of warehouses. It was one such building that Delilah had perched herself on, watching Batman cling to a swerving vehicle. One second he was on the hood, the next, he was ripping bodies out of the cab through the windshield, jumping off just as the truck rolled. It was at time like this Delilah wished she could hear what he was saying.

With her hand resting on tin of the roof, the girl could feel the vibrations of something moving. Someone had landed just behind her. Oh, fuck.

"And just who are you?" The second Nighwing pulled himself from his crouch, Delilah was on her feet, flipping over the edge of the building. "Found Nightwing, or he found me." She said, as she landed hard on her feet. The second he came at her, she shot the grappling gun. It pierced a container just above Batman's head. He looked up from the man he was slamming against the wall. Just as she landed in his view, bullets began to spray everywhere. She looked down just in time to see the bullet splatter blood across his face. The man in his hands was dead, giving him no choice but to drop the body and take cover.

"D! What's going on!?"

"I don't know yet." She breathed, rolling to her side as the bullets stopped. She quickly sprang to her feet, fleeing quickly across the cargo containers, well aware that Batman and Nightwing were in pursuit.

"They think it was me!"

"Get out of there!"

"I'm trying!"

There's something to be said about the quiver of fear that rolled up Delilah's spine when Batman landed just a few feet away from her. He's going to swing at me. My own father is going to swing at me. When he did, she ducked, leaping up and kicking him back as she back flipped off of the container and on to the next row. There wasn't any time to worry over whether or not she would actually make it across.

As soon as her feet connected to something solid, she shot her grappling gun for the closest building, just as Nightwing slammed into her. "Oh no you don't!" Oh yes I do. She thought twisting as she pulled the trigger, freeing a leg from his hold she kicked him, trying not to recoil when her foot got him square in the face, just as she was ripped up the cable. I'm so sorry Dick. The last thing she wanted was to cause either of them harm.

As soon as she touched the concrete barricade of an empty parking garage, Delilah made a dash for it, leaping out the other side, launching a cable into a building across the street just as something wrapped around her leg. Batman. Her heart was beating just a little too quickly. Reaching up to her mouth, Delilah felt for the small switch around the mouth piece, relieved to feel the oxygen entering her mouth and nose. She quickly shot the second cable, forcing it to drag her closer to her mark with Batman in tow. The strain of his weight was almost unbearable. Knowing he had an anchor, she quickly fished a knife out of her harness, twisted and cut herself free. The second she set foot on the roof she was aiming for, she looked down, feeling her breath come out of her in a whoosh when she saw him dangling below on his anchor line. Safe.

He was safe, but only for the space of a breath when something strikingly similar to a batarang cut through his cable. With Sam worriedly chatting in her ear, Delilah simply reacted and dove after him. She grabbed him by the glove, pulling one of her own grappling guns from her harness. She tried to thrust it at him before the wires went taut. If they went taut, she would be forced to hold his weight again. She wasn't sure if she, or her heart could pull it off. He managed to grab it, letting them both land safely on the ledge below.

Something told her to look up. The second she did, Delilah caught a red masked figure peering down at them. This had to be the Red Hood. She immediately went after him, leaving her father on the ledge, well aware that he couldn't use the grappling gun again now that it was no longer connected to the CO2 tank.

"Wait!"

But Batman's voice faded from her the second she ascended to the roof top where she had spotted him. The girl hit the ground running. "D! Answer me!"

"Busy!"

"Are you okay?"

As the man turned and shot at her, Del had no choice but to hit the dirt, behind a heavy pipe. One of the rounds ricocheted and made it into her shoulder.

"Not exactly." She managed, jumping over the pipe when he disappeared. She had just made it to the building's edge when he struck her out of nowhere. The force of the blow knocked her back, forcing her feet to skid in the gravel as she fought to stay upright. "A new face."

He was taller than she was for certain, and definitely outweighed her. Beneath the leather jacket he wore she could see something similar to her father's suit on his body. He wasn't just a regular street thug. She stepped back as he circled her, aware that he was treating her like prey to a predator. He lunged at her, forcing her to bend back when he swung. "You don't say much, do you?" She quickly grabbed his head, jumped up and kneed him. Putting her foot into his chest she launched off of him in a flip to put some space between them.

He automatically drew his gun. "Cute." When the bullets zipped by her, Delilah quickly tried to dodge them, digging out one of the throwing stars as she ducked for cover. She hit her mark the second they landed in his hands, driving him to drop the guns.

The girl dove for them, feeling his weight fall on her the second she got her fingers on them. Del twisted beneath him, highly aware how he reeked of polish and gunpowder. He was pushing her head over the edge of the roof top when she let the guns drop to the street below.

"You think you're funny don't you?" He asked, as Delilah struggled to make herself take slower breaths. Don't panic. You know the way out of this, just don't panic. He had a hand on her throat as he ripped away her cowl then her mask.

"Del."

Hearing her name come out of his mouth, Del was sure she stopped breathing entirely. He pulled his mask up with a hand, not daring to free her completely. Everything inside of her lurched. It was face she knew.

"Jason…" How was this possible? This couldn't be possible.

"You're all grown up now." He noted, squeezing down on her neck when he returned his hand back to her throat. "You decked Boy-Wonder in the face. Nice one. I've always wanted to do that."

Think, Stupid, think. Locking his feet in with her own, she suddenly pulled his elbows into her body all the while popping up her hips at the same time; it was enough to throw his weight, enough to force him to the side. She popped up quick, jabbing him with a closed fist to the face as she jumped to her feet. "I'm not that little girl you knew…" She said, thrusting her heel on his nose before she quickly snapped up her mask and put it back in place.

She didn't wait for him to stir or recover, she leapt off the building, and using the grappling gun she made it to the ground, and made sure to stay there. "I'm on my way back."

"Who was the male voice I heard?"

"I'll have to explain later, things are seriously complicated right now."

Delilah walked slowly, becoming more aware of the bullet that was lodged in her shoulder as she skimmed the shadows of the next few blocks, trying to avoid traffic from cars and people alike. It gave her a new respect on just what it was her father really did. It was simply exhausting just to process it all.

The girl had just turned the corner, just as her arm was nailed by throwing stars. Someone hit her from behind, forcing her to slam into the wall. Peering up she could make out the shape of a very short hooded ninja. Damian. How long had he been following Batman and Nightwing?

"This night just keeps getting better." Del grumbled, biting back a groan as she ripped the stars out of her arm and threw them back at him. It was just like the little shit to dodge them and come right for her, brandishing a brand-new blade. She however didn't waste any time, she simply grabbed her Taser, dropping the boy like a stone when it latched onto his sword. I told you, I don't have time for this. She left him gift wrapped for her father to find.


"Thanks for getting bullet out."

Sam nearly choked on her coffee. "Was not the highlight of my night. How's the shoulder?"

"Hurts."

The crowd in the café suddenly rose to their feet, sending several patrons flying to the window. "Don't look now, but I think the caped crusaders followed you." Delilah stood up, trying to ignore her stiffness as she wandered closer to the window. Or someone is checking up on me. The second her eyes met with Batman's, he was up a building and into the darkness.

"Hey, your phone is going off."

Delilah wandered back to their table as some of the crowd spilled out into the street or lost interest completely. "Dad's texting me."

Alfred is on his way. I want you home. NOW. No stops.

"He texts? That's scary."

"You have no idea."