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Jason looked down at her silently. His eyes swept across her blonde hair, dyed at the ends of her pigtails with red and blue, then downward to her soft eyebrows and closed eyes... the eyes that had looked up so broken, but also so beautiful and blue, reflecting the streetlights last night as he carried her away. Her nose with its slight upturn sat above her perfect lips, decorated in that silly black lipstick she always wore. His eyes crept down her chin to her graceful neck down to her chest and up the swell of her breasts. While he would admit he had checked her out in the middle of a fight more than once, and her outfit had always shown off her "goods", He would never admit HOW attractive she looked hanging out of that leather gear she had recently switched to. Her perfect medium sized breasts and full hips curving back into a firm yet bouncy rear...

He shook his head. Best not to dwell on those thoughts. Just because he saved her last night does not mean he would ever get involved physically. He wouldnt be her lover any more than he would be her prince charming.

They had sat in silence as she wept herself into sleep. He wished he could bring her more comfort. She was another victim in this war between Bruce and the Joker; he knew how that felt. He also knew that she had blood on her hands from choosing the wrong side, the wrong way. He understood how that felt too. Their lives were full of misery and chaos, in a broken world. He had come back to Gotham to see Bruce and make things right between them, only to arrive in the midst of another showdown between Batman and the monster that took his life. Feelings of anger and memories of getting beaten down with a crowbar and blown up made his eyes swim with red.

Shaking his head he stood and quietly left the studio aparent, filled with the breathy sound of Harley. Quinns sleeping form.

He headed out the door and into the garage below, hopping on his bike before driving out. It was time to visit his old mentor. It was time to make things better for Gotham, and for his soul.

Bruce Wayne's brow furrowed in confusion as he thought about last nights debacle. He had lost the Joker in the alleys. Somehow the mad clown had found the tracer on the back of the nape of his jacket, and had tossed it onto a bicyclist nearby.

When he headed back to pick up Damian and take him home for medical care, he found Alfred carrying him to the car.

" Alfred? Why did you come out here? We did not ask for backup!". he questioned his long time friend and butler.

" The signal came to the cave to help young Master Damian sir". Alfred replied, " It came from the emergency button on his belt. I thought perhaps you had pressed it in order to keep radio silence Master Bruce. "

"Perhaps he came too and pressed it himself?", Bruce pondered allowed.

" Master Bruce, that could not be possible", Alfred returned, " We both know if he came to he would refuse our help. Also, Master Bruce, he was wrapped in his cape and hidden behind the dumpster over there."

Saying this he gestured to a nearby dumster, where Bruce began to search around and found a partial boot print, which he took a picture of , then he turned and walked over to the place where Harley Quinn had dropped down. While her blood was in a pool on the ground she was no where in sight. Eyeing the area around where she was he saw1 the same boot print in her blood.

Somebody else had come by after he had left and hid Damian, grabing Quinn and carrying her off.

Bruce had found no other clues, and had gotten in the car with his son and butler, driving onward back home.

Now his son was in a bed, under two layers of blankets. The crowbar had knocked him out but had not done any other noticeable damage. He had woken up for a few minutes in the morning, scaring Alfred jalf to death while he gasped. He had looked Alfred in the eyes and said one word

" Hood"

And had gone straight back out like a light.

Neither Bruce nor Alfred had any idea what he meant by that, and had monitored him all day so far.

"Master Bruce?", Alfred called through the innercom, " A visiter on a motorcycle has arrived at the front gates. Shall i let them in?"

Bruce stood and walked to the front door, calling a simple "yes" over his shoulder. As he stood out in front of his home he heard the engine coming towards him. The rider quickly pulled up and parked his motorcycle along the driveway. Turning his bike off, he slowly lifted his helmet off his head and placed it on the gas tank. Panning his head around, he looked Bruce dead in the eyes.

" Hey Bruce", Jason said, smirking into his old mentors widening eyes.