A/N) Ok, sooooo sorry for the Hiatus. School, work and annoying family have been weighing down and burying me with their general irritating-ness and . . . stuff.

But here the next chapter of part two! Trust me i will finish writing this story. . . . unless I die before then, but hey, we all have goals that can be cut short by death!

Well that was ominous and creepy. . .

Shoving that uncomfortable thought aside, I hope you guys like this chappie and continue to supports me like the awesome readers you are!

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Talia stood in the middle of her heavily Arabian style decorated room. Their new hide away was in the heart of Venice, Italy. Batman wouldn't ever suspect. That's what her father had said.

Her green eyes were narrowed on one of the canoes below. The water scented air blew her dark brown hair over her eyes. Where are you. She thought, Where could you have gone.

She gripped the metal railing of the balcony she was standing on. Jason had left in a fit of rage nearly nine months ago, after a fall out with her father when he questioned the boys mental state. After she'd told him who he was and who he'd known, he'd fallen into an unresponsive mess of fear.

Having his story told to him unlocked horrors in his unstable mind. She'd felt bad for him. But her loyalty to her Father couldn't be compromised. She fed him lies. Told him Batman didn't care he was gone. He'd replaced him easily. She'd shown him pictures of the latest Robin. He looked as if his heart had been stabbed with a saber.

She almost took it back.

Almost.

But she couldn't. Her father had plans and that would ruin them. Now Jason was gone, angry, swearing he wouldn't come back. Even after gathering a bond with her on some level. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she did get attached to the angry broken soul boy.

He was out now. To do what, was a mystery to them. This terrified her father, he was going mad sending out the best bounty hunters to find Jason and bring him back. They never came back.

Talia's lips curled up slightly. Her guess was he'd fought them and won. She'd trained him in art of assassination too well perhaps. Now Father was at the end of his rope, sending Deathstroke proved that.

She scowled now.

A tricky plan forming in her mind. Fathers fear was Jason would reconcile with Batman and tell him of his plans. Talia knew better. Jason was unpredictable. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Only way to ensure her fathers slipping sanity was by distracting the Batman from finding any leads to the un-dead boy.

She let a slippery smile touch her lips.

She knew just how to do that.

"How many?" Her voice was sharp and loud in his ear.

Robin flinched. Annie had turned several shades of green next to him. He wanted to look away. He couldn't. His eyes took in the vomit worthy scene. He knew it was going to be imprinted in his mind forever.

"Robin! How. Many."

He swallowed thickly, "T-ten... I think. The-the body parts are too mutilated and mashed together to tell for sure."

Annie whimpered next to him. She shouldn't be seeing this. He thought, it's would weaken her grasp on the goodness of the world . . . if there was any anymore. He ignored his negative thoughts and focused on Barbara's deep breathing over the comm.

"Ok. Ok-" She seemed to be trying to find some way to put new orders into words, "Do a final scope and report back. Let me know if you see anything else. Batgirl out."

The comm went dead. Dead. . . Tim shuddered. He hated that word.

"Come on Annie," He turned away, police sirens were blaring closer, "Let's get going before someone gets the wrong idea."

She nodded wordlessly and morphed into a bird, she grabbed Robins arms in her talons and carried them off over the dark buildings and into the night.

"Ugh!" Barbara punched the keyboard in frustration. Stupid. Stupid, STUPID! Another dead end. Emphasis on dead.

This freak, whoever he was had been terrorizing Gothams . . . villains? For three weeks and they couldn't even get one single damn glimpse of him! Or her . . . whatever it may be. That's just it! She couldn't even figure that out!

She scrubbed her face as if to brush off the tired lines on it, her flaming hair falling over her shoulder like a curtain. Her brain hurt as she literally felt it whirl into over drive. Ok, fact check.

She ran through what she knew in her analytic mind.

1. The new freak only killed: drug dealer, villains, rapers, ect. No citizens of any innocent nature.

2. His killings were brutal, and he never cleaned after himself, yet left no clues behind

3. Maybe this was in order to scare others. Other villains, maybe? A warning?

4. He liked guns. Positive.

5. His killings were random, of no pattern except that the victims were all with bad records of some kind.

6. His actions was being milked by the media to smear the cape name. People were afraid of them. The blindly following ones of the media anyway.

7. Crime rate has fallen.

Barbara growled out. Ok, there, all she knew. Basically all everyone else knew too! Nothing that pointed to who he was, where he was, what he was, or what he wanted. . . or was up to. Aside from killing criminals. A least what he looked like! But no. They knew nothing.

Absolutely, zero. Zilch. Nada!

Batgirl vaguely played with the thought of maybe calling up Batman and letting him know. Or asking if he already knew . . . wait. He's off world. Right. No way to contact him.

"Ms. Gordon?" Alfred's accented voice cut her thinking.

"Yah?" She turned in her Bat chair.

"Ms. Zatanna here to see you."

Barbara sighed, "Thanks Alfred."

The dark haired magician popped in, a dejected look on her face. Babs heart twisted. Crap. What now?

"Zee are you-" She was cut off mid-sentence as the dark haired girl burst into uncontrolled tears.

"What's wrong?!"

"D-dad!" She gasped out, "He-he's been cursed into another realm. And- I can't find him!"

Barbra wished she could kill herself.

". . . Yet another brutal kill site found in the back of the shipping ports. Rumor has it Batman hasn't been seen lately and seems to be off world. So that might be his alibi to these murders. Question still remains however. If not Batman, than who is responsible? Have his sidekicks gone AWOL without the big bad mans orders? Or, are they following his orders for a new way to 'fix' up Gotham? This reporter will be looking into that. As of now, that's all we have, this is Laura Caster for GCN reporting. Back to you Jim."

Wally clicked the infuriating TV off and turned back to his coffee.

Gothams' people were getting more and more restless. This new guy, whoever he was, was scaring the trust right out of everyone. Bringing their underlying fears that supers would take over soon to reality.

What bugged Wally was he wasn't even sure if that was this guys aim.

If scaring the crap out of everybody wasn't . . . than what was?

"Yo West!"

Wally winced as a flick to his forehead took him out of his thoughts, he rubbed it and looked at the sharp faced woman glaring at him.

"Yah?" He said absently, sipping his coffee, hiding his troubled thoughts.

Mallory huffed at him, "I said, if those supers are doing this they must have gotten tired of being called freaks."

Wally's eyes widened, "You - your not afraid?"

She scoffed, "Hardly, I can take anyone out with one finger snap. . . you know that." She averted her eyes, it was the first time she'd brought up her hidden abilities, "Actually, I think I can relate, you know if that is the reason. Unless they really are just blood thirsty psychos." She shrugged to hide her uneasiness.

Wally's mind whirled. She was right. He'd seen her use her powers. Only once. But he knew how deadly they were. Wait a minute. . . Wait one damn minute!

"You can help catch whoever's doing this!" He burst out before thinking.

Mal's eyes widened, "Are you crapped up? I can't do that! I'm just a freak with unnatural abilities and-"

"Exactly! Don't you get it? People like you use those to either hurt or help others. You can help, If you want acceptance anyway." He deflated slightly, "Unless you want to be a bad guy."

She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes, "What do you know about these kind of abilities anyway?"

Wally's mouth set in a tight line, "I-"

"Drop it." Her voice was icy enough to cut through him. With that she grabbed his partly empty cup and stomped in the kitchen.

Wally felt the burn. Ouch.

Maybe it was time for Mallory to meet The Flash.