Chapter 6
Jason's POV
"We can cross Stephanie Brown off the list. She's in the morgue." I say, dropping down onto the roof beside my replacement or new 'sidekick' according to the Demon and Barbara.
But, he's obviously not paying attention. He's thinking about something... I would get stuck with the nerd. It was either him or Barbara. I should have gone with her, but it was somewhat distracting with her trying to shove her hands down my pants every five seconds and Dick sending me death glares, then again…
"Replacement!" I yell as he jumps slightly.
"What?" he asks.
"Let's go. We've got two more people to try and locate."
"Um, Red Hood?"
"What?" I growl.
"Something's not right."
I roll my eyes beneath my mask. It's like he wants me to play twenty questions.
"Don't you think it's weird that me, you, and Batman are the only people who remember Nightwing? And why is it that on the Batcomputer it says that I died, but I'm still here?"
"You're right, this is weird and really messed up."
"Something's not right. It's almost as if this isn't real… I think I know what happened!"
Turning to face him, I reply, "What?"
"The court- Get down!" he screams knocking me onto the roof.
Jumping back up, I find Tim standing with a sword sticking through his stomach. The Talon is revealed as the kid slowly slides to the ground.
"No!" I scream lunging towards the killer and slamming my fist into the mask.
Latching onto the mask with one hand while reaching for my knife with the other, I didn't see his knife coming. I staggered backwards with his mask in my hand as his blade enters my right thigh.
No. No. No! Those eyes. I can see the creature's face. It's Dick. No.