I woke up the next morning, and walked down to the batcave to find everyone gathered there, even Grandpa and Grandma. "What's going on?"

"Jason's back." Dick said, he was sitting infront of the Batcomputer eveone else athered around behind him.

"He is?" I asked, surprised.

"He made his first appearance in months last night as the Red Hood." Damian said.

"Where?" Mom asked.

"An old warehouse on Bird Street." Dick said, and pulled up a picture of, not Dad, but me jumped from the warehouse after terrifying those gang leaders into alying themselves with me.

Mom's hopeful look turned sad, "That's not Jason."

I nodded, "Completely different person." It wasn't a lie, I wasn't completely like Dad, however I was a lot like him, so we weren't completely different people. I idn't wnt them to know about me being Red Hood yet, they would all explode. I would be in so much trouble. I would be grounded from video games for the rest of my life, and Damian would kill me for getting in trouble since his video game buddy was now useless for video gaming.

Grandpa shot me an amused look, and I gave him a look that said if he told anyone, I would take him down with me. Grandma put a hand on Mom's shoulder, offering comfort to her disappointment.

"Well, we need to bust this new hoodie." Damian said.

"He's now on our top prioity list." He said.

"So when do you plan on busting him?" I asked.

"Tomorrow night, we have something planned tonight, we need to break up a gang war in down town Gotham." Dick said.

I had one night to get them off my trail, not the easiest thing to do. "OK, guess I need to find a new video game buddy for the next two days."

Damian turned to me and glared, "You can't go two days without playing a video game?"

I raised an eyebrow at his sudden snap, but said, "Well, I guess I could wait two days if you don't want me to-"

"Don't care." He said, glaring hard, "Just wanted to know if your getting addicted or something." He stormed off to his room, and I was left with a raised eyebrow.

"Well that was... weird." I muttered.

LATER THAT NIGHT:

I jumped roof tops as the Red Hood, and came to a halt on top of one, watching Batman, and Robin fighting of the thugs beneath me. My plan wasn't exactly much of a plan at all. I was going to jump into the fight, nad help Batman and Robin, and try to extablish a friendship as the Red Hood, so they wouldn't drag me off the prison tomorrow. I just needed them to not have me on their target list.

So I jumped right beside Robin. "Mind if I join the party boys?" I asked, making my voice a few tones deeper to discuise who I really was

Robin growled, "We don't need your help!" He duck to avoid a bullet, and I boot kicked the one who had shot at him in the face, breaking his nose. I stayed on one side of Damian the whole fight, guarding his blind spot, and surprisingly, he guarded mine as well.

After the fight, he turned to me, and glared, Batman walked over, and said, "Any reason you did that, or do you just have a death wish?"

"I did it to let you see that I'm not a threat." I said, "I have no secret plans to destroy the bat family, and I'm not exactly killing people, or breaking any laws you yourself aren't breaking. I figured you had found out by now I'm not the original Red Hood, and I want you to know my methods are far less murderous."Yeah, but not murder free.

He nodded, "OK, we won't be dragging you to prison then, but I want to know who you are."

"Why?"

"You want us to trust you? You start by trusting us." Damian said.

I smiled, "All you need to now is that I'm a friend, so yeah, no hunting me down, cause you'll be off my friends list on Face Book just like that." I said, snapping my fingers.

They narrowed their eyes, and I threw a smoke bomb to the ground, and they shaded their eyes, and I took the opportunity to slip away.

I ran across a few roof tops, and then dropped down into an alley to find two thugs cornering two teenage girls, who were terrified. "Whatcha doin? Playin a game?" I asked. The two thugs turned to me, eyes narrowed, and then wide.

The girls took the opportunity to run, and then the thugs got angry, "You know how long it took us to corner those girls?" One asked, fists clenched.

"On the give a-crap-scale, I'm on defcon level two." I said, smirking under my mask.

"You might be dressed like the Hood, but your just a little girl." Your gonna die fool! The other said, and they both lunged at me, and I side stepped, and they fell to the ground.

"Oh, yeah, well I've noticed you've got quite a temper." I said, "But mine's bigger." They got up, and took out knives, and slashed at me. I jumped back into a flip, and grabbed the ladder to the fire escape, "Oh come on! You call that an attack?" The first one hurled his knife at me, and I caught it in midair, my smirk grew, "Hey, have either of you ever done this before?"

I was getting bord, and I had better things to do, so I quickly threw the knife back, and it hit him right above the collar bone, severing his deltoid. He screamed, and fell to the ground, clutching the bleeding wound. The other one started to run, and I turned to the one on the ground, "Aww, isn't that cute, he's trying to get away."

I reached down to my shin, and pulled on of my throwing knives off the strap, and hurled it at the excaping thug. I dug into his calf, and he fell. I ran over, and one kick to the head knocked him out. I dragged him back over to the one who was maoning in pain, and dropped him. I then peeled the uncontious one's shirt off, nad threw it to the one on the ground, "Put pressure on that wound, don't want to bleed to death do we?"

I dug around in the uncontiouse one's pockets, and pulled out his cell phone, and tossed that to him too, "I think you might wanna call 911, see ya!" I said cheerfully, and jumped to the fire escape, and climbed to the roof tops, leaving him dialing three numbers, and holding his friends shirt to his neck wound.

I ran across a few roof tops, until I saw my reflection. That's what I thought it was for a moment, until I realised even though the mask was the same, the height and other clothes were off.

JASON'S POINT OF VEIW:

I had watched last night when she got the leaders of the biggest gangs under her control, and I was begining to realise how much like me Justin was. I saw her fight with Dick and Damian, and I realised even though she lived with them, they didn't know about her other life. She was good. Her little show in the alley was the perfect example that her skills had improved. Maybe she was training with Dick or Damian. But then wouldn't they know about her alternat personality? Even if they didn't, she knew about them. I saw it in her eyes. Either way, her skills had improved, and I knew she could take on Damian, Bruce's little Demon Brat

I watched her dart across rooftops, and I ran into an alley, and the climbed to the roof top she was heading for, and as she jumped onto it, she saw me, and froze. I smirked under my hood, and asked, "Wasn't halloween three months ago? What's with the costume?"

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VEIW:

I stared at him for a long time, and then took of my helmet, revealing my face. I held the helmet in my hands, and stared at it, "With you gone, the gangs were getting out of control, someone needed to stop them, but you ca't stop crime. You can only control it, so I thought of the only person they ever rolled over for, and I figured out a way to bring you back, even if I couldn't contact you." I looked up at him, giveing him the sternest look I could manage, "I wasn't trying to replace you, so if your here to take back your helmet, feel free."

He walked over, and took my helmet. My shoulder slumped, I hadn't even been the Red Hood for two nights. Even though it was his position, I felt like it was mine. Why? Simple, Hydra had kidnapped me and trained meto be a back up Jason, just like Damian was trained to be a back up Batman. I was born to be the Red Hood, not just because of why I was trained, but because of my blood. Jason was my father, even if he didn't know it.

"Wanna tell me how you ended up living with Dick and Damian?" He asked. When I gave him a surprised look, he said, "I've been watching you for the past few weeks, I know everything."

No, no he did not know everything, he didn't know I was his daughter. However, I let it slide, and I rubbed the back of my neck, "It's a long story."

"I've got time." He said, and gently grabbed my wrist, and led me over to the edge of the building, and sat down on the edge, his legs dangling off. He set my helmet beside him, and I sat on his other side.

I took a deep breath, this was not normal for me. Sure, Jason and I had talked, but never like this. Maybe it was just because this was the first time I looked at him as my father. I told him everything that had happend, but I left him being my father out of it. "And so I found out my mother is Kimberley Mathilda."

JASON'S POINT OF VEIW:

My mouth fell open, but because of my helmet, you couldn't tell. Kimberly... was Justin's Mother. Justin was almost fifteen years old... fifteen years ago me and Kimberley had been secretly dating... Kimberley had cheated on me.

Who? Who had she cheated on me with? How could she cheat on me? I loved her, I thought she loved me enough to be faithful. Justin put a hand on my shouler, "Are you OK?"

I nodded slowly, and said, "Just a little... shocked."

She smirked, "No surprises there." Then it hit me. Her smirk, it was my smirk. That's the first time I actually looked at Justin. Her hair and eyes where like Kim, but her smirk, it was like mine. I could have shrugged it off as something she had picked up from me over the years, but then I noticed, her ears, and her nose, they were like mine too. Then I remembered all the other little things she did, the way she stood was like me, the way she talked, even her attitude. Most of that wasn't bioogocal, but enough of it was.

Justin was... my daughter. "Justin." I breathed.

She raised an eyebrow, and I said, "I can't believe I didn't see it before, your..." Before I could say it, a shot rang out, and Justin screamed. She fell back onto the roof, I looked to see where the shot had come from. The roof right next to ours. The guy started to run, but Justin, even though she was down, she pulled out one of her guns, and fired her own shot. He fell without a sound. She had killed him.

I grabbed Justin's shoulders, and her hand flew to her stomache, I pulled it away, and lifted her shirt, my eyes narrowed at the bullet wound. Blood ran out, slowly but steadily. I scooped her up, and ran with her. I jumped into the alley beneath us, and ran down the street. A million thoughts raced through my mind, but I didn't actually hear any of them. I ran into an old warehouse I had been using as my hide out lately, and laid Justin on the old couch.

I grabbed the first aid kit, and threaded the needle quickly, not wanting to waist time. I took out the tweesers, setting the needle aside, nad carefully reached into the wound, trying not to touch much of the torn muscle so as not to cause pain, and slowly pulled the bullet out. Justin was gripping onto the side of the couch in pain, clenching her teeth. I took a bullet out of one of my guns, and tore cloth from the couch, wrapped it aound the bullet, and put it in her mouth. I started stiching her stomache up, and she groaned, grabbing the edge of the couch cushion, and biting down on the wrapped up bullet. Finaly, I was done, and she slowly released the cushion, flexing her stiff fingers. Her mouth relaxed as well, and her breathing slowed, she was trying to go to sleep. That's what her training was, when you were sleeping, your breathing was very slow, so the heart didn't pump as fast. When the heart didn't pump as fast, the blod flowed slower, so not as much blood was lost. I reached into her mouth, and pulled out the now saliva covered wrapped up bullet, and tossed it aside.

I sat on the edge of the couch, and her eyes opened a crack. She was watching me. I slowly removed my helmet, and took her hand, "I'm right here." I said, "And when you wake up, I still will be."

Her eyes closed again, and this time, I knew she really was asleep. I scratched the back of my head, so Justin was my kid huh? I guess that's why Kim left years ago, because of Justin. I don't know why she did though. I guess I would ask her later. I would take Justin home when she woke up. I smirked, thinking of what Dick's face would look like when I knocked on his front door to bring Justin home from our sleep over. Ha.

OK Guys, so now every one knows everything! This to so freaking long to write! THank to to Newsiesgirllaces and Sunnydayz56 for reviewing. Any one else wanna review as well? I'll be your best friend! OK so, question: Is there anything in particular you want Justin and Jason to talk about in the next chapter when they have the cliche yet neccesary heart to heart thing? Justin has been htinking latley that she isn't worthy to be his daughter, so I'll probably throw that in there... anything else guys?