I groan as I begin to gain feeling in my body again. I roll over to sit forward on my knees again like I'm praying to that one motherfucker.

"She's waking up."

"Finally!"

I lift my head to see the Bat family sitting in front of me. Specifically, Batman, Robin, Nightwing and Red Robin. We all have our masks still on. Why is it always the five of us?

I glare at Bats, demon child, Goldie, and the replacement. They returned the gesture just as nicely aside from Goldie, of course. "Are you feeling okay, Hood?"

"Definitely fantastic." I rearrange my sitting position to be cross-legged since my hands are restrained behind my back. "How long-?"

"Long enough for me to get a headache." The demon child grumbles, and I huff.

"It wasn't too long, was it? I don't want you to get hurt." I sneer at him, and I ignore the other Batboys confused faces.

I turn my gaze to the floor, and let my hair hang in front of my face. The explosion of the warehouse that I had died in suddenly echoes in my mind. No! Stop thinking about that! Stop reflecting on the past! I thought we already went over this.

I busy myself with figuring a way to get out, since the others obviously hadn't thought of anything yet. We're all sitting in the same position, with our arms behind our backs, but that isn't the problem. We're obviously in the basement, but it seems like the entire place was rocking. Like, on a boat. I wonder how far out from shore we are.

It's unusual for the Joker to leave Gotham with us, let alone leave. Why? What's his plan? Why tonight on New Years Eve? I hate this guy more than anyone gives me credit for, and I'm excited for the day that I finally kill the son of a bitch.

"So, do any of you know what's going on?" I ask, grudgingly. I don't want to ask them something like this, but I did. I don't feel like myself right now. I don't tell people my weaknesses, especially to the Bats. That could ruin my reputation as the bad guy. I may be an adult, but being a girl who's gone to hell and back, kind of makes me an unpredictable case of emotional trauma. That's my weakness. Wait, how did I get to this? Joker must have slipped something to me. It wouldn't be the first time.

"No. We're only running on guesses at the moment." Tim tells me. "No one's come down here at all, so we have no idea who's –"

"The Joker." I interrupt, and I catch a glimpse of Bruce. He was deep in thought, and brooding as always. The bottom of the cape on his cowl has been ripped off, and it looks like that pathetic cape that I used to wear as Robin. I almost wanted to laugh at it, but our current predicament had decimated any idea of that. "Can't believe you didn't figure it out."

"We thought of him as a part of this, since it's a holiday that he usually takes part in. But this isn't like his regular gig against us." Tim pulls his arm out that he had gotten free, and he scratches the top of his head as he looks around. I bet all four of them have their restraints off, they're just sitting here like lazy ass holes.

Stupid self righteous dumb asses. I quickly twist my arms out of it's hold, and the ropes come off a few moments later. I stand up, and brush myself off. "Well, I'm not going to just sit around waiting for someone to shoot me in the head."

I trudge past them, ignoring their quiet pleas to be "smart for once in my short life". It only prompts me to quicken my pace, and I'm at the door to the top part of the ship. I've got a back up plan for something to happen like this, especially with the Joker. This isn't the first time that I've gotten kidnapped before, and it isn't going to be my last either. It sometimes sucks to be a human, since that's a weakness in itself.

I slowly creak the door open, and I dodge a burly fist that almost hits my head. "Miss!" I land my knee into his groin before grabbing his wrist, and flipping him onto the ground with a loud thud. I need to get my helmet and utility belt along with the other's things.

I can hear the loud clapping of boots from Joker's men, and I step on the other man's throat as I pull a small knife from my own shoe. These guys suck at their jobs, or was that the point to leave me with hidden my weapons? Ugh, Joker. I hate that stupid clown, and I hate his poorly dressed henchmen.

I throw the weapon up, and dramatically catch it by the handle. The criminals stop when they see me, and I smirk as I motion for them to come at me. "Come on, boys. Don't you want to meet Lady Death? She's quite nice."

Twenty minutes later, I've got four utility belts hanging on my shoulder with my own on my waist. My red helmet is back on my head, and I feel like a million bucks. I had found everything in the pilothouse of the ship. There wasn't a captain driving because I had already killed him.

I haven't seen the damn clown yet, but I've already avoided every one of his 'classic' tricks that he always has like little party blowers aka bombs. He's got to be around here somewhere then.

I run down to the open area, and find Joker sitting in a chair in the middle. He's smiling, as always. He's in that purple, mother fucking suit that I absolutely hate, and I swear he wears it just to piss me off.

"Hey, Red! How are you? I see that the nice nap that you got really has freshened you up." Joker says, chuckling as he twirls a crow bar in his hand. "It's been a little while since we last saw each other, and you've…grown up a little bit." It hasn't been that long, a year, so he's being a dumb ass. I'm not a little girl, never was. I pull out my gun, and shoot at him.

I miss.

"Hmmm, seems like you've got a problem." What did he do? The clown seems like a ghost when he suddenly appears in front of me, and smacks down the crow bar onto my shoulder. I wince at the pain that runs through me, but with the helmet, he doesn't see any sort of a reaction.

"Red!"

Joker laughs when the rest of the family shows up behind me. "Oh, boy! Now the fun is just-" I grab his neck, and twist him onto the ground. I slam my knee into his gut, and put a gun to his temple.

"Shut. Up." I growl, and with my other hand I threaten the heroes with my other pistol. "I'm tired of playing your stupid little games, Joker." I stare into his cowardly eyes, and for once, I see something that I've never seen on him before.

Fear. This isn't Joker. This isn't the bastard that I swore that I was going to kill for killing me. He suddenly disappears to show that I'm standing on top of a young girl that I've never seen before with the Bats standing above me.

She was terrified, I could see that, and what terrified me was that she looked oddly like the girl that I had saved earlier tonight. Bruce's hand is suddenly on my shoulder, and he tightens his grip. "Red… That's not the Joker." I smack his hand away, and get off of the girl. I drop the utility belts, and put my guns into their holsters.

"I see that." I huff before turning around, and trudging away from them.

"Psychopath." The demon child mutters under his breathe, and I'm willing to bet money that even Superman heard that in Metropolis.

The boat was still tied to the harbor, and I slide down the slide to land on the hard wooden boards of the dock. I have to get out of here. I press a button and then another to trigger the bombs on the boat. My bike flies in front of me, and I jump onto it.

I wasn't worried that the Bats weren't going to make it since they had been in far worse than anything like that. They'll get that little girl out safely.

I'm in a bit of a daze when I enter my hotel room a few minutes later after the drive under the protection of the beneficial camouflage mode on the bike.

I do my usual check up of any bugs or anything at all in the hotel before I rip off my helmet and mask. I flop onto the bed, and scream into my pillow. What the hell happened tonight?

My mind unwillingly trails to waking up in the Lazarus pits, and the rigorous training that I willingly put myself through under the 'guidance' of Talia al Guhl. It was completely opposite to the training that I had received from Batman, which makes sense since my mentors were teaching me how to kill instead of how to avoid those lethal areas in a person's body.

I sit up, and hold my head with my hands with my elbows hitting the soft spot on the side of my knees. "Dammit all to hell!" If Joker saw me like this, he'd probably laugh. Okay, he always does, but I know that he'd really enjoy this.

I get up, and go to the refrigerator where I've got a stolen six pack of beer. I use the butt of my gun to rip off the cap of one, before chugging it down.

"You're going to get yourself sick if you keep drinking like that, especially since you're still underage." Goldie is leaning against the window, looking both cross and worried with me at the same time. I snort as I grab another, and start drinking it just as quickly as before.

"Jane," He hisses, walking over to me, and he attempts to take the bottle from me. I try to point my gun at him, but he easily snatches it from my hands. I throw the now empty bottle at him before moving to get another one.

"Go away, Dickiebird." I grumble, not in the mood for a speech from him right now. I duck with the glass to my lips when he tries to take it from me again. I chuckle a little bit as we continue to do this for a few minutes around the hotel room.

Dick grabs me by the waist, and he plucks the alcohol out of my hands. He makes me sit on the bed, and he kneels down to look up at me. He has a tight grip on my hands like he's afraid that I'm going to fall or something.

"Jane," He starts, and I roll my eyes.

"Please spare me the speech." I try to pull my hands away, but he doesn't let go.

"Dammit, Jane. You make it so difficult for me to help you, you know that right? You need to tell me what's going on so I can keep Bruce off of your back for a little while." Dick was being so sentimental that it made me laugh.

"Bruce just wants to put me in Arkham. He's never been 'off my back'. And, I don't need any of your help." I shove him back with my feet, and I flip onto the other side of the bed.

"He has been off your back." The acrobat stands up, and puts his hands on his hips, imitating the whole Superman pose. "How else do you think you got into Gotham?" He sighs. "Jane, you attacked that little girl on that boat! You were going to kill her because you thought she was the Joker!"

"But I didn't." I correct him, and I pick up my mask and helmet from the floor. I stop moving when I see who's standing behind Dick. It's the same girl that he's talking about, but there's an obvious difference: The girl has a bullet hole in the center of her forehead, and it's slowly bleeding out. Her skin looks more pale than a ghost, and I would know. I've seen my fair share of weird stuff including ghosts, vampires, mermaids, I'm not even going to go down the whole list.

"You-you killed me," She points at me, and I take a step back in surprise. I thought I didn't. I swear that I didn't. The girl glides past Dick, and I'm backed up into the wall. She stops in front of me, and she starts crying. "Why did you kill me?"

"I didn't! I stopped myself!" I tell her, subconsciously putting my mask and helmet back on. I've never had this happen to me before. Everyone that I kill is dead and gone in my mind and life, yet this girl is alive and she's got some thing against me. Dick doesn't seem to be able to see her since he hasn't said anything about it.

I take a deep breathe, and kneel down in front of her like he had done before for me. "I'm sorry that you believe that-" The girl's sudden appearance suddenly takes on the Joker and he lunges at me. I jump to the side, and back into the sliding glass door to the balcony.

"Oh, come on, Red!" He exclaims, pulling a crow bar out of nowhere. Joker begins hitting it against his palm. I vividly remember the action when he was walking over to me in that warehouse just before he beat me with the weapon. "Let's have some fun! Just like old times!"

I pull out the gun that was still strapped into my hip holster, and I point it at him. "No." I shoot it right into the center of his forehead, and his eyes roll back before he suddenly changes to reveal the little girl again. Her mouth is quivering, and the tears are still running down her cheeks.

"You killed me!" She screams, and I don't know what possessed me to open the door, but I do. Almost immediately, she leaps towards me, and lifts me off of my feet. I grab the bar of the balcony, and I let out a loud grunt when I resist her pull.

"Jay!" Dick yells, running over to help me against my invisible attacker. "Stop playing around!"

I close my eyes, and the pressure suddenly disappears. I'm only hanging on over the thirty story floors on the hotel. I climb up, and he holds me in a tight hug. What just happened?

I feel something prick my arm, and I look down to see that Dick had stuck one of his knock out stingers into me. "Oh, you son of a bitch!" I push him away with all my strength, and back up from him. "You better not take me to Bruce! He'd just lock me up!"

"No, he wouldn't, but I'm not going to do that." The world's already spinning, and I already hate his guts. I stagger into the wall from the sudden loss of balance, and slide to the ground. Dick pulls off my helmet, and he holds up my head with his hand. My vision is getting cloudier by the second, but I'm fighting it the best I can.

"Damn, you gave me the hard stuff didn't you?" I smirk, but find myself leaning into his touch.

"Only for one of the best."

"Ha! You sure about that?" My eyelids begin closing on their own accord, and the last thing I remember is seeing Dick's masked face.

AN: Okay, hi! This is basically my first published work so I'll take all the advice that I can take! Plus, what do you guys think? Just going to point this out, but Jane isn't exactly a reliable narrator so don't believe everything you read, okay? ;) just keep reading! Thanks for dealing with my newness! -superluvoreos