~Jay's view~

The first time I came to the Manor, I was completely overwhelmed. I mean, the mansion is bigger than ten mansions put together, or at least that's what it felt like.

Bruce, excuse me, Batman had found me ripping off his tires on his Batmobile a couple of months ago, and I'm going to say this for the billionth time: that was stupid as fuck. Well, Bruce got my name and information, and sent me to a school for "troubled youths". Needless to say, in a couple of months, I was adopted by him, and that was when my life as a Wayne started.

Which means that I was not only living with Bruce, but also Alfred and Dick. Dick was only a couple of years older than me, so he was still living there then as his ward. But, Dick had grown out of being Robin, and had just recently begun his career as Nightwing. He was mostly working with the Teen Titans, so the job of Robin had fallen vacant.

I had just gotten a tour of the Manor from Bruce when Alfred introduced himself to me like we hadn't met a couple of months ago by me being bound and gagged by the Batman. "Hello Madam Jane. I am Alfred Pennyworth, Master Wayne's and your butler. I'm also known as the medic for Batman and Robin as you know." He had whispered the last part with a wink, and I was smiling like I was in one of those fucked up beauty pageants.

"I have a butler?" I exclaim, totally dismissing his other job, and I puff up my flat chest with a laugh. I had figured that they were going to tell me since it's obvious that Batman aka Bruce Wayne had just adopted me. Batman was the only person that I know who would do that. I mean, I have been helping him out lately. Plus, I had ran into the top part of the house from the Cave. That pissed the billionaire off. "So, if I asked you to make me a sandwich, then you would?"

"Yes, if that's what you would like."

"Aha, wow!" I rubbed the back of my neck, totally not sure of what to do then. Suddenly living as the daughter of one of the richest people in the world was beginning to overwhelm me, and for once, I wasn't sure of what to do with that power.

Dick walked into the house then, straight from a mission with the Teen Titans. Under his pants and jacket, anyone could see his Nightwing costume peeking out from beneath it. He had rushed over when he heard about the new official addition to the family, and he was wearing that famous smirk. "So, you're the famous Jane Todd?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Catwoman comes around a lot," He winks at me, and my entire face turns red in a blush. "I'm Dick Grayson, as you probably know, and Nightwing as well. Past Robin. Bruce probably told you right? Have you shown her the Cave yet?"

Cave? Uh, duh. It's the first place that Batman took me too. Of course, bound and gagged. Bruce motions for me to follow him, since I was still completely new to everything here.

We go into the parlor, and he turns the grandfather clock to be at 10:45. It slides forward to reveal a staircase travelling down, and Dick suddenly grabbed my hand to lead me down it. "Come on, slowpoke!"

His hand enveloped my small one, and I was a bit redder in the face than my usual tan skin. But, the Bat Cave catches my eyes, like anyone else's. "Fuck, did this place get bigger?"

"Careful with your language, Madam Jane." Alfred says as he strolls by me with a smirk.

"Don't worry, he says that to everyone." Dick whispered in my ear, chuckling.

I snort, but ignore the boy's continuous smirk to look at every odd souvenir and toy that Batman has down here. I laugh when I see that the Batmobile was still missing tires. "I think you forgot about something, Bats."

"Well, I was going to replace them, and then I thought- why not have Robin do it for me?" Bruce was grinning a bit, and I wonder what he meant by that. I look over at Dick, who points to the glass case with his old uniform.

"He's talking about you, Jaybird."

"I have a position opened for Robin." Bruce tells me, putting his hand gently on my shoulder. "Would you like the job?"

"Seriously? But, I'm a girl!" I had a nagging feeling that it was also because of my criminal history, and that the goddamn Batman was just trying to make his job 'easier'. Once again, why else would he have adopted me? I wasn't a completely lost cause, yet.

"You have short black hair, so you'll look like Dick in the costume, and with some more training, you could be just as good."

"Hey, hey! Are you sure about that?" Dick crosses his arms in a mocking pout, but he giggles anyways. "Maybe, probably not though. I've got the upper hand on experience."

Alfred couldn't wait a second longer, and he takes a step closer to me. "So, will you take on the job?"

"It'll be fun!"

I looked up at the Robin costume, and smirk. "Hell yes."

My career as Robin started then, and I'm still surprised that not even Commissioner Gordon could figure out that I was a girl. He knew that I wasn't the same Robin as before, but it ended there to his knowledge of my identity. Bruce was sure to make that so. I probably should have noted the way that he always compared me to Dick when we were working together. I wasn't better than him at being Robin, despite my efforts.

I met a lot of famous people as Robin and Jane Wayne, which included the other superheroes of course. I still remember laughing in hysteria when I met Superman because he scared the crap out of me, almost as much as messing up on a mission with the Batman. He's a fucking alien with out of this world super powers, who wouldn't be intimidated?

But, I'm going to say this. Hormones. I hated them then, and I hate them now. Gawd, I was one of the thousands of girls who had a stupid crush on the famous Richard Grayson. I never got over it, but I just sort of shoved the crush and Dick out of the way. I mean, I lived with the guy for a little while. I know more about him than maybe even Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl does. Ha! I'd love to shove that in her face some day.

It was at this thought did I wake up, back in Dick's bed, still in his ginormous shirt, with him sitting next to me on the floor. He was sleeping since it was mid day, and he probably didn't have any Nightwing business or whatever he's doing during the day time these days. Which is basically being a social butterfly and representing the Wayne business like I didn't. Or, I should be saying can't, since I'm supposed to be dead still.

I lift my arm a bit to see that I have the IV back in my arm again, and I quickly slip it out. I crawl to the other side of the bed, and take a step off. From lack of movement from however long I've been out, I fall onto my face, and curse at whatever was making my body feel like deep shit. Oh right, the poison that Alfred mentioned right? Maybe it was my mind's way of telling me what the hell is going on?

Without looking to see if Dick was awake, I scramble towards the laundry room to grab my uniform. I quickly tug it on, and with a little bit more confidence, I walk back to the bedroom to grab my duffel bag and helmet. Dick was still sleeping, and I easily climb through the window to the staircase outside the apartment building.

I stop to look back at him for a moment. "Sorry, Dickiebird. I've gotta go take care of a few things." I put on my mask and helmet before leaving him.

A couple of minutes later, I'm back on my bike, and driving through the skies to get to someplace that isn't Gotham. But, an idea sparks in my head, and I set it to autopilot before jumping off. I'm willing to bet money that both Tim and Dick had put tracers on it. Oh well, it was a nice bike while it lasted.

I roll when I land on a building, and race across the rooftops of its neighbors. I was beginning to get a headache, but I distract myself by looking for my way out of Gotham.

I see a motorcycle sitting in the street, and a small girl was leaning against it like she was waiting for someone. Oh, great. Well, everyone already hates Red Hood, so it can't get any worse right?

I leap in front of her, and she jumps a little bit in surprise. I pull out my empty gun, and point it at her. "Give me the keys, and I'll leave you- Clara?" It was the same girl that I had saved on New Years Eve, however long ago that was. I immediately put the gun away, and smack myself in the face of my helmet. I can't believe I just tried to steal a motorcycle from a kid like her!

"Red Hood?" The girl asks, innocently, and I turn my head, preparing myself to see the fear in her face. "Is something wrong?"

My headache was worsening by the second, and I was getting a bit frustrated with my clumsiness. It's a miracle that Batman hasn't found me. "Just trying to hitch a ride out of here. Sorry, kid." I pull out my grapple gun from my duffle bag, but she suddenly takes my gloved hand in hers.

"Can I come with you?" I look down at her in surprise, and I see the tears and desperation in her eyes. I put the grapple gun away, and kneel down in front of her.

"Clara, what's wrong?"

"S-Someone killed my daddy!" She sniffles, trying to stop any more tears. "I-I don't have anyone else to go to, and he's still in my apartment and-" Clara begins sobbing harder, and I sigh. I'm going soft.

"Can you show me where your father is?" I ask. "Maybe I can figure out why someone killed him, while figuring out a new place for you." I get up, and she immediately starts to pull me up through the building in front of the bike. It was strange because the place was abandoned, according to the computer in my helmet, yet it looked new and like people were housed in it.

We go to the top floor, and Clara opens one of the doors to reveal a bloody mess inside. Her father is lying on the ground, with a few gunshots in his chest with his chopped off head rolled to the side. Looks like whoever he was, he had been tortured before he was shot. The murderer had then cut off his head and shot him for some reason as well.

"Clara, what is-" She suddenly disappears, along with the bloody scene and the rest of the apartment. I'm standing in the middle of a burnt, abandoned apartment building, just like my helmet had said.

"Dammit." I mutter to myself. It seems that the girl was gone too. Here we go again.

A loud boom suddenly erupts beneath me, and I start running towards the broken windows. But, I'm caught by the explosion, and the force shoots me out like a rocket. I land on the street, and let out a loud groan.

Geez, that fucking hurt! I'm pretty sure that I broke a few ribs from the bad landing. It wasn't the first time that this has happened, but fuck it all! It still hurts!

I get up, stumbling a bit, until I get to the motorcycle that was still there. Well, that's good. I get on, and rev the engines before riding out of the city. If I didn't, Dick would keep looking like a stubborn dick (ehehe) until he found me, and it would lead to Batman getting suspicious as to why. I really don't need to be here for that.

I drive until the gas in the motorcycle runs out just a couple of miles from a safe house that I have in this mountain range. Damn. If I didn't feel so crappy, I would have been all right. But, it's obvious that it's about to storm here soon, and I'm going to have to find some cover.

Using my helmet, I find a small cave that was hidden in a pile of rock. I push the motorcycle up to it, and throw it down before collapsing inside. I'm breathing hard as I sweat from the weird temperature increase, even when it starts to rain. I pull off my jacket, and then the rest of my clothes until I'm lying in only my underwear and bra. It would be embarrassing if anyone found me like this, but dammit, it was hot.

I chuckle to myself, knowing fully well that this was probably the work of the poison that my 'hallucinated Alfred' had told me about. Well, at least I'll know that if I see anyone, I'll know that they're not real. I'm in the middle of nowhere of course.

AN: Here's another chapter just for funzies! I'm too excited by this story! Ahhaha! Review, favorite, follow please! Especially the reviews! I'm a newbie still at this writing gig so I'll take all the advice that I can get!