A long time ago, maybe five years ago now, I died. I personally have no idea how I was resurrected but I know who killed me. I know who didn't save me. I know he hates himself for it. The guilt must be quite a burden.

Maybe if he's lucky he'll be on time to save Onyx. Or maybe he'll let her die too.

"Wow, that looks like it kills. Well i say that like I'm speculating. I know it hurts, hence the tears in your eyes." She cringed at the pain. I could see the sweat pooling down her face. "You shouldn't of made it such an obvious weakpoint, I noticed you favouring one side when you fought. Guess you came back to soon after you're injury."

"You bitch!" She managed to get out while struggling with the knife that had her pinned up against the crates. Geez, people need you work on insulting me. Lately its just been weak.

"Oh please, that word gets used so often its lost it's credibility. Now I'll give you a choice. I pull out that knife and you run away like a scared little girl. Or I could pull that knife right through your body. It'll be a painful but quick death. Like really painful. Or you can help me." All i got was a scowl in return. She's as broody as Batman. "I'm kidding. If I wanted a partner i would go out and find one smarter than you."

I ripped the knife swiftly from her shoulder handing her a cloth that was laced with a high-end field dressing. Should stop the bleeding.

"Get up. This is the part where you try and stop me so I beat the shit out of you." I said waiting for her response. But that's not what I got.

"No." A deep hoarse voice answered waking me turn around. "It's not that part."

"Wow. You made a really quiet entrance. You took the Batplane didn't you. You can be so quiet." I pulled out two handguns and began firing on him. As I took after him I called out to Onyx. "The plane actually absorbs and amplifies the sounds around it. Pretty cool hunh?"

"But when he wants it to be loud, it'll sound like hell is raining down on you." Batman ran behind a dumpster and less than a minute later the dumpster was flying right towards me. All his gadgets get really annoying sometimes.

Using a trash can I jumped over it only to get caught by one of Batman's batarang grappling hooks. I fell to the ground with a thud before pulling out a taser.

"You and your toys. You can believe you're the only one to have them." I cut the line attached to me while electrocuting the side he was still holding.

I ran towards him, taking this chance to attack. Once he gained his composure a bit he flung three small explosives around my feet.

"Crap!"

I was pushed into the air from the small blast, grabbing onto a nearby fire escape. I got to the top info the building followed by Batman.

"Tired?" I tried to distract him with the sound of my voice. He knew it was me. Even under this helmet. But he's smarter than that. He knows it's not my ego, he can tell its a distraction. But he's unable to counter in time. My knee collided with his face knocking him back. I took my knife, my favourite if I might add, I sliced right through his belt. He knows not many knives can. It even cut the Body Armour. I'm smart, I'm ready. after all I've been waiting for this a long time.

He Suddenly knocked me off the side of the building, using my knife I clung to the wall. Unfortunately he knocked me off the side of the building and slammed me into the concrete. Bloody hell that hurt.

"This is over!" Ah the Batman voice. I miss its intended intimidation. I remember him using on me two years ago.

"No. Not nearly." I clung onto his cowl ripping it off. His scowl was all I got in return. Always so broody.

"Look at you. Guess we should keep it even." I reached for my helmet. The big reveal. Exactly what he wants. He looks into my eyes. He knows it's me. He just doesn't want to believe it, but does at the same time.

"Oh god."

"Nope, try again." I said mocking his shock.

"You can't really expect me to believe this, can you?" Oh please, I know you're not gullible but you're not stupid either.

"Oh come on! You know it's me! It's my voice. It's my face. You knew it was me when I threatened the life of that pretender Robin. You could tell instantly when I switched out with Hush. That fight started with me and ended with that wack-job. But now, you know it's really me."

"Jace?" He said trying not to believe what he was seeing.

"Yes." I said giving him a toothy grin.

"How did you get like this?" Brutal death, not such a pretty resurrection either, finding out your mentor betrayed you. Maybe a number of things.

"Why does it even matter?" I picked up the batarang that was still caught around my ankle, detaching it from the line it was on. "That'll give you my fingerprints. But that's not enough for you is it."

I proceeded to cut my arm with the blade. "That's a blood sample and tissue. I'm sure you'll still be sceptical, but you ant argue with hard evidence."

I kicked my helmet towards him, earning a confused look from him.

"Come back with me, let me help you. You need help. You're not thinking clearly." He tried to reason.

"No for the first time I am. You want to protect this city but I am what it needs. You can no longer use fear as your weapon." I pulled out a trigger, smiling as I blew up the helmet from right underneath him.