A/N: Decided to make this chapter a little longer. More updates coming soon!

"Arkham Knight?!" snarled Deathstroke, "I should've known that punk would run back to his Daddy sooner or later."

I cursed under my breath. While I felt grateful for Jason's speedy intervention, he might had just blown our carefully-laid cover.

"No," said Scarecrow, "Such deep-seeded hatred and anger does not simply vanish. He was adamant in his quest to end the Bat."

"What are you saying, sir?" the commander questioned uneasily as the battle raged on.

"He means that Batman isn't here," Slade ground out. "His brats must've hidden him somewhere."

"This complicates things," murmured Crane. "I shall get to work on locating Batman."

"No!" Barbara gasped as she took control of yet another tank to assist me.

"And Todd?" asked Deathstroke.

"Tragically, the Arkham Knight has become a liability," Scarecrow replied, not sounding the least bit remorseful. "Dispose of him."

"What?!" the militia commander gasped.

"Don't question him, just do it!" snapped Slade. "I don't know if you can hear this, Knight, but it's been a pleasure," he spoke, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Jason, get out of there!" cried Nightwing, just as a tank launched a swarm of missiles at Red Hood's bike.

"Shit!" yelled Jason, swerving and making a break for cover. I wheeled the Batmobile around, shooting as many of the projectiles as I could out of the air. Luckily, Jason's bike was too fast of a target for the remaining missiles to strike. He escaped and disappeared into the alley beside the GCPD headquarters.

Oracle let out a sigh of relief as she disposed of one of the remaining tanks. "Get back to Dick, Jason. It's too dangerous for you out here."

"Fine," he replied, sounding somewhat shaken. "The rest is up to you two. Don't screw it up!"

I wanted to reprimand Jason for rushing out into the battlefield, revealing himself to Scarecrow and putting Batman in even more danger. Knowing that there was no point in arguing now, I focused on destroying the remainder of Scarecrow's ground forces.

"Sir, we need to stop the hack at its source," said the militia commander, overwhelmed by our onslaught. "Otherwise, this is over."

"Nothing's changed, sergeant," Crane replied, not concerned in the slightest. "We will show them how misplaced their belief in Batman is before the night is through."

With a blast from the Batmobile's main cannon, the last rocket tank exploded in a cloud of sparks. I sighed heavily, wiping away the sweat that had gathered on my forehead. We had done it; We'd saved GCPD from Scarecrow's unmerciful wrath!"

"Hell yeah!" Nightwing cheered, most likely doing a happy dance on the roof. "Take that, gas mask!"

"I would congratulate you two," Red Hood sniffed, "If those weren't my expensive-ass drones you just obliterated."

"You're welcome, Jaybird," I huffed grudgingly, jabbing at him with his nickname. I got a low growl in response, but nothing more.

"There's nothing left, sir," the commander bemoaned, "Nothing."

"You played your part," asserted Scarecrow, "Now they will play theirs."

I knew we couldn't relaxed just yet, despite our victory. Scarecrow always seemed to have an ace up his sleeve.

"All drones destroyed," announced Oracle, "We did it! No, wait," she rescinded, "There are helicopters heading this way!"

"They're dropping men on the roof!" Dick gasped, "If they get in, we're done for!"

"Quit your blubbering, Grayson!" Jason snapped at the older man, "And follow my lead! This won't take long at all."

I quickly ejected from the Batmobile's cockpit, grappling my way up to the top of the building. A large chopper, having unloaded a group of mercs, departed into the stormy sky as I reached the roof. Nightwing and Red Hood were spinning around each other in a deadly dance as they fended off the men who were attempting to breach the locked elevator.

"No way they're getting through!" I growled. If we failed, everyone inside the precinct who fought selflessly for Gotham, Cash, Barbara, would fall along with us.

"Guys, I've got control of the security and utility systems on the rooftop," said Oracle, "I can take the bastards out. You just set 'em up."

"You got it," I replied grimly, whipping out my staff and diving into the fray. I joined my companions as they fought against the enemy, dodging blades and bullets and striking back just as hard. One by one they fell, beaten by Batman's tenacious and crafty protégés. There was little they could do in the face of our combined prowess on the field.

The last of the first wave of militiamen received a nasty shock, courtesy of Oracle, as I shoved him against the chainlink surrounding the rooftop generator. He screamed as electricity coursed through his body and he crumpled to the ground.

"Nice work," called Nightwing as he bounded over, stowing his escrima sticks and patting me on the shoulder. "You were driving the Batmobile like a pro! I'm sure Batman would've been proud."

"Thanks," I smiled tiredly. "I honestly pretended that I was playing a video game. It helped me focus."

"Really?" he inquired with a shit-eating grin. "What was your highest killstreak, Geek Wonder?" he joked, jumping away before I could shove him.

"Ass," I chuckled, opening up communications with Oracle. "Barbara, I think that was the last of them."

"You guys may wanna think again," interjected Red Hood, brushing past me and making his way to the precinct's helipad. Sure enough, another chopper full of mercenaries flew in to drop off its load.

"Jesus, Jay," chuckled Dick, falling back into a fighting stance. "How many guys did you hire for this little army of yours?"

As the helicopter opened its door and soldiers poured out, Red Hood looked back over his shoulder at us. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the maniacal grin below his mask.

"You'd be surprised how many people in this world love to start some fuckery," Jason purred before turning to face his former legion.