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Four chapters this week.

I only got one review.

That might bother me just a tad. I KNOW people are reading my story but I FEEL really lonely and uncertain when nobody reviews. Cuz seriously, you know you all share that sentiment. Just pop a few by me in the next couple days ok. Not too many, just a few . . . and yes I understand most of you are probably studying and taking exams right now . . . still.

Anyway. Enjoy!

I was aiming for a highly traumatic emotional mess in this one . . . I don't know if I succeeded.

Maybe you can tell me that.

Time had stopped. Years turned to months, months turned to days, days turned into seconds . . . Memories blurred together like running water paint on a canvas.

Spots swam before her eyes. Everyone froze. Nobody dared breath. Emotions that she wouldn't allow her self to feel for so long crashed on top of her so hard she turned numb.

She couldn't move. Breath, anything.

He was there . . . he was actually there, caught in the same criminal they had been chasing for months. Both elusive, both sprawled right in front of her.

She couldn't believe, wouldn't believe. Her heart gave a sickening jab, she felt the air collapse around her. Gravity pulled her down hard. She almost fell face first.

Then he moved. He dared to move. Barbara felt her lungs lose the air she had. He was actually there. Still in Nightwings suit, in a hero's suit. A hero she had believed in so faithfully only to have reality smash her heart into pieces. Telling her she was a fool for ever believing in him.

He peeled off his mask, face unreadable.

Nobody breathed. The air was stale. All this time, he could have been there. All this time, she hadn't known where he was. He'd left. Abandoned his family, her, Tim, everyone! And now he was standing next to The red helmeted man, who was momentarily forgotten and in handcuffs, on the floor.

He took a step towards her. She blinked.

Another step. Her body turned ridged.

His blue eyes, those blue eyes were real. Looking at her. Analyzing her.

Suddenly the numb dam broke. Her feelings flooded, she almost screamed and caved into everything at once. Instead . . .

She punched him. Hard.

The force came straight from her back. He yelped and flew backwards, rolling in a heap. Her eyes blurred, teeth gritted, somebody snorted . . . she felt like she knew that snort. . . oddly. But her mind wasn't clear. She couldn't think clearly. All she could do was feel.

Happy he was alive, furious he had come back like this, miserable that he hadn't called her at all, so many other things swirled inside her harder and faster than a hurricane. But mostly rage. Rage came out on top. She let out a screech and barreled into the body, half expecting it to fade like it always did in her few dreams.

It didn't. Usually calm, collected, master of herself, Barbabra Gordon, lost control . She punched, and pelted and swore, she didn't even know what came out of herself. Tears streamed down her face unnoticed by her, her heart stinging, as each fist struck his body.

Somebody pulled her back. She cursed and struggled. Her eyes only seeing red, her heart pounding in her ears. Hot, deadly rage seethed out of her. Just so she wouldn't feel how hard she just broke. . . How much she felt betrayed. How much she had missed him. So much.

"Babs stop!" You can't- I-" Timmy's voice penetrated her mind. Her hard breathing fueled by her adrenaline turned to deep gulping breaths of air. She relaxed slowly, her red anger diminished. She blinked rapidly, taking in the sight all over again. Dick Grayson was on the floor, sitting up dizzily, holding the side of his now swollen face.

She swallowed thickly.

"How- how dare you-" Her voice seeped out in a broken whisper. Horse and sore from the pain.

Dick stood up, wiping some blood off his face. He didn't look angry. Just guilty.

It hurt like hell.

"Babs-"

God no. He said her name. Why-why did he say her name?! He wasn't real, he couldn't be, if he was she didn't know how to deal with it. She squeezed her blue eyes shut. Willing the torturous pain to go away, willing him to disappear.

She opened them.

He was still there.

"You - can't be-"

"I deserved that and probably worse." He burst out and took solid steps towards her, she backed up into Tim. Annie and Zatanna had frozen in a corner, wide eyed and clinging to each other

"But hear me out, Please Babs. I-I know 'sorry's' not gonna ever make up for it. But let me show you why I did . . . what I did. . ." His eyes turned towards the figure on the floor.

All followed his gaze. Barbara's heart hitched. The red helmet, motorcycle jacket clad, psycho was in their living room, on his knees, his hand handcuffed by Bat cuffs behind his back . . . but that wasn't what got her.

What shocked the living soul out of her was how he hung forward, how his body language screamed anything but psychotic. It said something along the lines of . . . dejected?

Dick walked towards the man.

Tim clutched the red headed girls hand, as if she was a life line. Or maybe he was the life line. Barbara couldn't tell. Her brain hurt way to much to think straight at the moment. What was this? What was this? She couldn't understand.

Even Alfred looked pale as he watched Dick lean over towards the known serial killer.

He hissed something to Dick.

Dick said nothing. He grasped either side of the mans helmet and pulled.

Barbara gasped so fast her throat clogged. Timmy actually blanked out for a minute. Zatanna hiccuped and nearly burst into tears. Annie turned deathly stone.

"My . . . god." Alfred whispered in pure shock.

Babs stepped forward shakily, reality shattered. Hard green eyes looked into her stunned blue ones. She lost her footing and fell to her knees in front of him.

"J-Ja-son?" She hiccuped, not believing it for a moment. The serial killer she had vowed to bring down no matter what . . . was Jason Todd . One of her best friends, her would be annoying little brother, Robin . . . alive, like that damned hunting report said. Alive and dangerous.

She reached out a shaky hand, her fingers grazed the boys cheek. He didn't flinch. Something flashed across his hard eyes. But he didn't move. Barbara felt her heart break, she slapped a hand over her mouth, tears spilled out and ran down her pale face, she hiccuped as her vision blurred, her heart pounding uncontrolled, breathing shallow.

"My god . . . Jason. It-I can't - how-" She couldn't talk. Too many words wanted to pour out of her mouth, but she couldn't form them fast enough.

He tilted her head and gave her a dry smirk, "Nice to see you too Barbie."

That did it.

She slapped him across the face, like a whip, and clutched him in a death like hug. Fisting his jacket and literally bawled for the unfairness and evil of their entire hateful world.

"Babs . . ." Dicks voice smashed into her brain. She was on emotional overload. She forgot everything else. Only emotional pain that was so intense she felt it physically.

Lightening flashed, somebody banged on the front doors . Everyone jumped from their unbelieving shocked states.

Barbara turned around, weak, eyes brimmed with unshed tears, red and itchy, her face wet and pale, who the hell-

Alfred walked towards the door briskly, seemingly recovered from the intense situation they were enduring and threw opened the heavy doors.

"There is a door bell Mr. Queen - Oh my." The elderly man stopped as Green Arrow stomped inside, dragging a resisting little boy clad in what looked like a ninja suit behind him. Tied up in titanium rope . . .

His face was livid, the boy kicked his shin, hard.

"Ow, you little piece of-"

"Mr. Queen?" Alfred raised a arched brow at the seething man, his eyes slid towards the scowling child in his grip. Asking the question without the words.

Arrow turned to the others, "This is the little prick Batman said to get. Talia gave it to him, here knock yourselves, or him, out. I'll check on you guys later." He threw a deadly glare at the little ninja, "When I don't feel like stabbing this little punk." He tossed the boy towards anyone. Dick caught him, his face stunned.

All looked pretty much like a deer in headlights. Except the handcuffed boy on the floor. He looked border line amused.

Arrow let out a hard huff, "Good. Luck."

He turned to go.

Barbara swallowed, her heart in no shape to deal with more shock. Her com had other plans. She flipped it on numbly, unable to wrap her brain into actually working anymore. Her eyes bugged as Batman's voice came through a stream of static.

"Did Arrow deliver the package?"

"What the fuck!" Tim finally burst out, swearing wasn't his thing, but this whole mess had him turning and twisting like a pretzel.

Ollie evidently had had enough, "I did and you should know that 'package' your bitch gave me, " Somebody snorted, "Is a freaking rabid ten year old assassin kid!" He yelled in pure frustrated anger.

The red head snatched the com back from him, "There's something else you should-"

"Ow!" Dick yelped and all turned to look. The little assassin had punched him viciously after the older man was stupid enough to let him out of Arrows binds.

"I'm not merely a package!" He hissed in a deadly tone, glaring at everyone like they were some nasty dirt beneath him.

Barbara pushed her hair out of her hot face. Stress levels peaking. This was all becoming too much, she hadn't even digested, Dick, Jason, Now this! She was on the verge of a mental break down and a possible heart attack.

"Batgirl. Answer!" Batman's voice came out clipped and hard even for being covered in static.

"I- don't understand thi-"

"Of course you don't." The child stepped forward in what looked like a regal manner, "You're all morons. I," He gestured to himself, all eyes fell on him, breathing stopped.

"Am The Son Of Batman."

AAAND THERE YOU HAVE IT! Part two is doooone! Now on to part three, where I will have to deal with emotional messes, broken trusts, mental issues, and crazy Al Ghul plans. . . also assassins and Batman and. . . .

Man, I really hope you guys liked this cliff hanger.

Did anyone see Damian coming?

Yes? No? Yes? Ok. See you guys Monday!