I had figured it out, the little girl I mean. I shouldn't forget about her, I should remember her life always, and remember how someone should have saved her. Her life would always be a burden on my shoulders, and rememberance to her death until I had made up for it. Her death that was driving me to doing something, I'm not sure what, but it was something.

"Hey Dick?" I asked as he sat down infront of the batcomputer.

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure, what?"

"Can you try to find out who my parents were for me?" I asked.

He looked up at me, and after a long pause asked, "You do know that the League probably didn't leave them alive right?"

I nodded, "I know the League, it doesn't leave loose ends. I'm not trying to find my parents and live happily ever after, I just wanna know who they were, maybe see a picture, find out where I used to live, anything would help." Translation: I'm sick and tired of not knowing Dick! So fire up the DNA test already!

He smiled, "OK, I'm gonna need a blood sample."

He took my blood, and put it into the batcomputer, and it started scanning through all possible people who were my parents. "Strange." He said.

"What?"

"Most of your DNA is from one parent, there's hardly any from your other." He said.

"What's that mean?" I asked, worried.

"It means only one of your parents is going to be traceable, you don't have enough DNA from the other to be able to recognise another." He said.

I nodded, "That's OK, knowing one parent is better than knowing none."

Damian came down the stairs, looking at the computer, "What's goin' on?"

"Finding my parents, well, one of my parents." I said.

Suddenly, the screen beeped, and a picture of someone I knew popped up. My eyes widend, as did Dick and Damian's. Jason Todd... was not only my former master, but my father.

TWENTEY MINUTES LATER:

"I didn't know." I said for the upteenth time.

"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW!" screeched Damian.

"I just didn't." I ground out, getting tired of all of this. Damian had freaked out to say the least, and I wouldn't be surprised if he hooked me up to a lie detector.

Dick frowned, "How old are you again?"

"Fourteen, almost fifteen." I said.

He was silent, still staring at the screen for almost ten minutes straight, until he asked, "Who was your mentour in the League of Assassins?"

"Jas-... uh.. my father." I said quietly.

"So they put you under him?" Damian asked, "Did he ever show anything to suggest he knew you were his daughter?"

"No, I didn't even meet him until I was ten, he never watched any of my training before that, didn't even know my name until I told him. I'm not an expert on these things, but I'd think he would at least have known my name, maybe watched my training at one point or given me one glance when we passed in the halls rarely." I rattled off.

"How often was rarely?" Dick asked.

"In the ten years that I wasn't his student, I saw him a grand total of three times. He never saw me, I only saw him." I explained.

"Doesn't sound like he knew." Damian said, and turned to Dick, "Do you think Jason could have not know he had a kid, you know, just have a one ni-"

"We get it!" I said, cutting him short, he smirked at me, obviousley amused. I couldn't help it, I respected Jason to much to listen to some demon child prate about him having a 'one nighter'. I didn't exactly like the idea of me being a product of one night of attraction.

"What are you gonna do about it? Kill me?" He snorted.

"Don't tempt me Bird Brat." I mumbled.

Dick frowned, staring at the screen of the batomputer, as if hoping that it would change if stared at hard enough. "It doesn't matter if he knew or not, the point is, your away from the League of Assassins and Jason at the moment."

I nodded, and looked back at my father's red hood costume, wondering if it would look good on me. My father, assassin, vigalanty, and, in my book, hero. My shoulders slumped. Yeah, a hero who I don't deserve to even know, let alone have for a father. Ha, I deserve to be the product of a one nighter.

OK, looks like the secret is out! Well... most of it. Anyways, I had fun with this Chapter, Justin Finally knows who her Dad is! Can I get an Amen? You know, in your review. Yeah, so, is it just me, or is Justin a bit to doom and gloom for a Todd right now? Just me? Great.

Justin: Be quiet, I'm brooding.

Me: Ha! Maybe you are a Todd! Well, a bat at the least.

Justin:... I will shoot you, you pathetic weakling.

Me: The pathetic weakling who can kill you with a few key strikes?

Justin: Don't tempt me.

Me:... Dude, I just said-

Justin hits pressure point on the back of my neck, making me go uncontiouse.

Justin: No worries, she'll be awake in time to publish chapter six tomorrow. Oh, and yeah, I'm not doom and gloom. I way to awesome for that.