Marti's ears rang, and her vision was blurred. She could not feel her arms or legs. Her body bounced as the Red Hood dashed along the rooftops with her over his shoulder. He was heading for his helicopter. Trailing close behind was the rest of the team.

"Bring in the third wave." Ordered The Red Hood through his hood com.

Two helicopters came in deploying more soldiers, as well as three drones. The battle continued for the team, and Finch was taken away. She wanted to scream out, but she lost the ability to. Her mind became fuzzy, and eventually she blacked out.

Hours later she woke suddenly to cold water being poured over her head. She shrieked through gritted teeth and her body spasmed. Her body had a tingling burn sensation going down her limbs, and up to her neck. She tried to move her arms, but they were bound to the back of the chair she was tied down to.

"Try to not move so much. The serum should wear off soon." The Red Hood said as he leaned up against the counter.

Turning toward where she heard his voice, a stabbing pain blasted up her neck and to the top of her head. "Gaaahhhh."

"What did I tell you." He walked forward, and grabbed her by the chin. "Don't move."

She whimpered at his tight grasp.

"Now you don't have to worry. I only kill the guilty." He released his grip, causing her head to drop suddenly.

She groaned, and tried to pull up her head. But she still had not regained muscle control. So she tried her best to hold back the spasms, and just let her head fall forward slack.

"So, just to give you a little explanation. I will be using you as a decoy. I need to get something. And… Well.. I really need the Bat Squad off my tail."

Marti's body jolted once at this. The burning was starting to subside.

He circled around her, and went over to the table. "Oh, don't worry about the homing beacon. I already deactivated the one in your belt. And…" He rolled over a small metal cart with surgical tools clanging together. Picking up a scanner he ran it over her. A light beeping sounded as he went over left shoulder. "Humm. So you must be a regular on the team." He dropped the scanner down on the table, and changed out his heavy gloves for surgical ones. "Well, I might as well take advantage of the numbing properties of that serum." The dim light reflected off the scalpel in his hand. Marti wiggled her body trying to break the chair, or at least make it fall to the ground. But he gripped her shoulder hard, preventing her from moving. "I'll make it quick." He tore at her suit, and cut into her shoulder. She squealed at this, and tears began to run down her cheeks. He swapped out the scalpel for some tweezers, and quickly dug out a small tracer chip. "There it is." He said holding the small chip in front of her face.

Through blurred eyes she spotted the small black chip with a faint red light blinking. He dropped the chip to the ground, and crushed it with his boot. "Let me guess… He didn't tell you about that one, did he?"

Marti took in a deep breath, and with her exhale replied, "no."

"Ah. Good. I was tired of the one sided conversation." He said rolling the cart off to the side. He then lifted himself up onto the counter and sat. " So it's Finch right? How did you get roped into the team? Another tragic orphan?"

"Jason."

"Yeah… Yeah…" He took off his hood.

Marti was stunned by his appearance. He looked a little older, but not old enough for the amount of time that had passed. The only major change was the scars that ran from his left brow to a large J letter brand on his cheek.

"I'm sure Bruce filled you in on who I was. That is no surprise to me." He said planting his hands behind him, and leaning back.

"Oh Jason… What happened to your face?" She said in a worried tone.

He cocked his head at her. "No… It can't be." He hopped down from the counter toward her, and tore off her cowl. He gasped once he recognized her. Taking a few steps back, he brought his hand up to his brow. "I can't believe he did this to you."

"I chose this Jason."

"Yeah… Sure you did."

"Jason! You know my father. You think he would have brought me into this? No… I chose to be at his side."

He brought his arms up behind his head, and began to pace. "I still can't believe it."

"You know he could never say no to me."

A brief smile betrayed his cool expression, as he took in this bit of information. But quickly shook it off. "Whatever the case. I'm sorry that you have to be part of this. But in the end. I'm going to finish the work your father never could."

"What do you mean?! Jason please can-."

"Don't start with the justice not vengeance crap. You realize that his justice has ended countless innocent lives?" He came up close to her and gripped her by the shoulders. "And… Will continue to kill thousands."

She pulled her head back with this. His fiery gaze bore holes through her, and caused her to breath shallowly.

"I am freeing Gotham from this weak form of justice Martha. When I am done, we will all be free. No more pain, loss, or death from the villains he could never control."

She only cried with this, and dropped her head.

"What? You will be able to live a normal life for once."

Her brow creased, and the tears pooled up in the corners of her mouth as she took in a breath. "Your kind of justice killed my mother Jason."

He furrowed his brow at this.

"My mother was was Phantasm."

Jason's grip went slack at this, and his arms fell to his sides.

"You know how long I was looking for her. We went on trips together to find her. You remember don't you?"

Jason seemed to be looking through her with this. His mind was elsewhere, perhaps having a flashback of their trip to Paris, or even his recent encounter with the Phantasm.

"Jason you realize what you're doing is wrong."

He shook his head at this. "No. She was still a killer. What I did was right! You're just trying to mess with me. Well…" He grabbed a syringe from the cart, and flicked at the tube as he squirted out the air bubble. "I won't let you stop me. I am doing this. I will save Gotham." He then delivered the shot right below her clavicle, knocking her out instantly.