I would have sat back and watched the whole thing with amusement if the event happening in front of me wasn't happening. The problem was, it was right in front of me. There was no way it couldn't be real.

I had only been keeping an eye on the Injustice League because R'as was in his yearly kill Wraith mode. I had to get out of there to protect my own life. I had informed the Justice League on the plot I had found and sat back to watch them totally defeat the Injustice League. Unfortunately, that's not what happened.

It was all going great until Robin III got grabbed by Joker. He got tied up before he could fight back. Joker already had a crowbar in one hand and a knife in the other.

Batman, Nightwing, and Batgirl were all distracted by other villains. They hadn't even realized Joker was there yet, or they would have found a way to divert themselves from their battles and take on the worse villain. Any Bat that had lived through what happened to Robin II wouldn't have been able to control themselves.

I launched myself out of the shadows, easily going through the rest of the crowd without any of them noticing, in the time it took Joker to swing his crowbar back in preparation to hit Robin III. He didn't even see me coming. Not that anyone had in the year I had been away from my home and family.

My year of solitude. My year of mourning. My year of learning how to fight assassins better than anyone else in the world. My year of improving my silent movement to the point that I could sneak passed Batman if I had to. It was over today, even if the mask was still on my eyes I would at least know they were alright, even if they didn't know I was alright.

The death trap stuck on my eyes by R'as al Ghoul as a particularly cruel joke. He hadn't even cared who I was. He had decided it was a fit punishment. I couldn't get it off without killing myself in the process. I was stuck as Wraith. It was better than what had happened to Jason.

I easily ripped the crowbar from the Joker's hands and leg sweeped him. You can say what you want about nine year olds not being able to take down the big villains. It won't stop me from taking the Joker down faster than any one ever had. A broken leg to keep him from running. A pair of broken hands to keep him from fighting. A broken heart still not mended. Revenge really isn't as sweet as any one claims it is.

I saw the bat-a-rang flying towards me. I easily caught it and used it to cut Robin's bonds. I took apart Joker's gun, and left it as a simple signature before disappearing. It was Wraith's usual signature. I had to use it if I wanted them to connect me to my previous heroic acts.

It wasn't like Wing or anyone else would be able to make the connection between me and Blue Jay. Besides, R'as had told me if the words, 'I am Blue Jay', ever passed my lips the mask would release it's poison. It would be a short and painful death. He figured that much out for himself. That was when I started going after the Shadows specifically with a vengeance.

I saw Batman make it over to Robin III. I stayed in the shadows, wanting to be sure the guy was alright. I was pretty sure I had gotten to him before the Joker could hurt him to bad, but I had lost sight of him a couple of times as I made my way across the room.

Nightwing hung back a little, but still rushed towards his little brother. I really wanted to leave the shadows at that moment, but I doubted Nightwing would like a random kid latching onto him. Even if he did recognize me, the mask's programming was unhackable. It was designed by the best. Then it was turned against me.

I heard Ms. Martian ask Nightwing, "Do you know who that was?"

Nightwing said, "That might have been our informant."

Beast Boy asked, "If they were that good at fighting, then why wouldn't they help us before?"

Nightwing said, "I don't know." It was then he saw the neatly disassembled gun. I had taken part of the trigger assembly, making it impossible to operate the gun. He had seen it before when he had caught glimpses of me taking down assassins once when the team had decided to visit Infinity Island and find out what they could. Nightwing had been the only one to see it though. I had made sure of that in my own way.

Impulse ran towards his fallen friend, but Flash caught his shoulder before he could. He was a smart man. Impulse might not have come out alive.

Robin III stood up, with the help of his mentor. He limped towards the waiting batwing.

The Justice League and the Team all left. It was only when I had heard the last engine wine into the distance that I stepped out of the shadow. It was only after I went flying through the air that I realized Nightwing must have stayed behind. Normally, with that height and distance, I would have done a quad. I almost did. Instead, I turned only enough that I could push against one of the sides of the building and land on my feet, ready to fight off another attack.

Nightwing asked, "Care to explain why you stepped in when you did?"

I said, "I met a Robin once. The second one. I didn't want to see another suffer his fate. You seem to lose enough sidekicks without my tips. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't because of one of them that you lost another." Lie. I just couldn't stand to watch my, well, technically he was my uncle, and he was older than me, but he wasn't as good at martial arts, so I guess he was just Robin for now, get killed by the Joker when I could stop it.

Nightwing stiffened when I said, 'you seem to lose enough sidekicks without my tips.' He looked like he wanted to kill me. That made sense. There was one thing you learned quickly to avoid picking at. That was the relationship between any bat and their mentor or any bat and their protege. It was a dangerous business.

Nightwing said, somehow remaining tactful in the face of his anger, "That kind of desperation doesn't usually come from fear in my experience."

I said, "Fear is a powerful motivator." Truth, though at the same time it wasn't. I just couldn't say a word of the truth it seemed without getting myself killed.

Nightwing said, "That it may be, but breaking a leg and two hands in less than three moves doesn't seem like fear. If I had to call it anything, I'd say it was revenge."

I said, "If it was, it wasn't as sweet as people claim it is."

Nightwing asked, "Will you tell me what the revenge was for, or will I just have to beat it out of you?"