Kimberley Mathilda had thought of Jason and Justine every day since she had lost them. She had woken up one morning to find her gone, kidnapped, and she had only been eighteen months old. She had returned to Gotham, and everyone had tried they're best to comfort her, to try and help her find Justine. No one had been successful in either one of the efforts. She didn't cry herself to sleep anymore, but she did still have sad dreams about them both. She wished that she had never left Gotham, that she had told Jason about their daughter, but she hadn't. She hadn't moved back in with her parents, she was living in a small apartment, working part time at her father's weapon shop. She still thought of them every day. She would never stop thinking of them every day.

JUSTINE'S POINT OF VEIW:

I was in Gotham,I don't know why, but I just had to come here. Maybe it was because my Sensei always came here, so I was hoping of running into him.

I just wandered the streets, watching everything happen, until I heard a scream. without thinking, I ran towards it. I saw a woman, being cornered by a man, he had an evil smile plastered onto his lips, and a sick glint in his eye. "Hey!"I shouted, he turned around, and saw me, just standing there.

He scoffed, "Go home kid." He turned back to his prey, who was looking at me with hope, but at the same time she was skeptical. I would be too, a fourteen year old saving a grown woman from a grown man? A little uncommon.

I ran up behind quickly, and silently, and quickly grabbed his head, and gave it a sharp twisttothe side, shattering the neck bone, and killing him. I turned to the woman, and she gasped at me,I knew why, two reasons, I had just killed a grown man infront of her, and I had murder in my eyes. "Go home." I ground out. She obeyed, and ran away.

I turned back to the body on the ground, and I don't know why, but I got sad. I walked over to him, and knudged his head with my toe. His head flopped into an unimaginable angle. My shoulders slumped, and I searched his pockets, finding a wallet, I pulled it out, and looked through it, no pictures, no credit cards, no nothing, except a few bills. I pocketed them, trying not to think who had them before him, another one of his victims perhaps? But money was money, and you needed money in a place like Gotham. Besides, I hadn't had anything to eat in about three days. I searched his pockets more, and pulled out a metal chain, with a charm on the end, this was a necklace, a childs necklass. It was a yellow chain with a pink and blue butterfly charm on it. Cute little girl's necklass probably, but why would he have it. I saw something coating the carm, and picked at it, and gasped, finding it to be blood.

I looked down at the now dead man infront of me, "What kind of monster where you?" I asked, "To murder a child, and take her necklass as a... a... suvenier, it makes me want to cry."

But the body gave no answers, I shivered, and looked down at my hands, no blood from the killing, clean kill shot. I had killed, just like the League had taught me to, but it didn't feel right. I wiped my hands on my jeans, and shoved the necklass into my pocket. I don't know why, but I felt sick about leaving it with that murderer. I started walking away from the alley, when something small, but hard rammed into me, pinning me to the ground. "Got her!" He growled.

I looked up from my position, and saw a boy, no older than ten, holding me down.

He glared back at my raised eyebrow, and then delivered a punch to my gut, but unfortunatley for him, just before he hit me there, I let out all my air, so he couldn't knock the wind out of me. I quickly twisted to the side slightly, and easily flicked him off like a tick.

He jumped up, and we glared at each other, each in their fighting stance, and at the same time, jumped at each other, He tried to punch my face, I tried to kick his gut, and we both blocked, and landed again. It went on like that for several minutes, until we were both panting. "You've been trained well." Said a voice from the shadows.

"I was wondering when you'd come out." I said, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. he frowned, not pleased about being detected.

"You look like someone I know." He said, staring intently under his mask.

I shrugged, "I just have that kind of face."

Suddenly, Robin tried to punch me, I grabbed his fist, and sweeped his legs ot from under him, and then delivered a punch to his sternum while he was in midair, sending him sprawling towards Batman. I smirked, "You know, I kind of expected more of a challenge from Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne."

They're eyes widend, and next thing I know, Dick sprayed something in my face, and I was out cold. Does this smell like chloroform?

I woke up in the batcave, Robin, A.K.A. Damian standing infront of me, glaring. Batman, A.K.A. Dick was sitting infront of the batcomputer, glancing at me every now and then out of the corner of his eye. Damian got in my face, and stared into my eyes, and then exclaimed, "Your from the League of Assassins! I can see it in your eyes, don't bother denying it!"

I raised an eyebrow, "What's there to deny? You've got nothing important on me, I've got almost everything important on you."

"Oh really?" Asked Dick, "Like what?"

"Your real name, your parents, your pasts, pretty much everything needed to bring you down." I said, shrugging.

"Does that mean your going to?" he asked.

"No." I said honestly.

"Why?" He asked, getting up and standing infront of me, pulling his mask off.

"No reason to." I said, "I have no problem with you two or what you do, why should I try to stop you from doing something I have no problem with?"

He stopped glaring, and nodded, "OK, I don't think your a threat, but I don't want you running around Gotham where I can't keep an eye on you."

I nodded, "Understandable."

"Your staying here, with us." He said, turning back to the batcomputer.

"WHAT!" shreiked Damian, "You have got to be kiding me Grayson!"

"No, I'm not." He growled out, and Damian continued to protest me staying here, he obviousley didn't like me, he probably hated me, I could live with that.

Alfred showed me to my room, it was pretty big, it had a T.V., a huge bed, a sterio system, walk in closet, even a big window with a great veiw. In short, it was amasing. "This is my room?" I asked, stunned.

"Is it to plain for you Miss..."

"Justine, you can call me Justin, and no, it's isn't to plain, but, are you sure that this room is for me?" I asked.

"It was the room Master Dick suggested." He said.

"Wow." I said, at loss for words.

He smiled, "Good night Miss Justine." He left, and I sat down on the bed, staring at everything around me, when I was in the League of Assassins, I slept in a room only big enough for a small bed with a window I couldn't even get my head through. This room was something that I had known exsisted, but had never thought I'd do anything more than see it, let alone stay in it.

OK... Justin lost any of her mary-sueish ness yet? Maybe... possibly?