~Dick's view~

Shit, shit, shit. Where did Jane go? Her clothes and bag are gone, and I'm silently freaking out at the moment. I call Tim immediately. "She's gone."

"Who's gone?"

"Jane."

He groans, and I hear him roll on his chair to one of his other computers in his office. "I have a GPS tracker on her bike, but it's disappeared. She probably put it on autopilot to get us off her tail. Did you put one in her clothes?"

Oh, right. I was panicking when I saw that she was gone, and I forgot that I had done that just in case that this ever happened. "Oh, right!"

"How did she even escape? Don't tell me you let her go!" I sigh, and rake my hands through my hair.

"Obviously not." I mumble. "I'll find her." I hang up, not in the mood to get a speech from a seventeen year old. I walk over to my desk in my office, and look at where the GPS signal is coming from on Jane's helmet. It shows the path that she had taken until she stopped on Ridge Mountain, which is quite a few miles away from here. Problem is, she's stopped moving, which is worrisome for her current condition.

~Jay's view~

"Tell me what hurts more," Another hard smack with the crow bar. "A," and another, "or B."

How long had this been going on? How much more could I take? It felt like forever, and I probably could last forever because of the training Bruce had given me.

Was Bruce even going to make it in time before Joker landed the killing blow? I don't know where I am, but I'm sure that the GPS tracker in my shoe will allow him to find me.

Joker stops for a moment, and I'm trying to catch my breath as he talks. I can barely understand him at this point.

He suddenly grabs the bottom of my chin, and forces me to look up at his creepy face. I spit blood into his face, and my head gets smashed into the ground in response. "Boohoo, I like the Robin before you better. At least he had some manners." He continues beating me again, and the thoughts of leaving Bruce, Alfred, and Dick were screaming in my mind. That was more terrifying to me than actually dying.

"Well, I really enjoyed-hm, you know what?" Joker suddenly begins to feel around my hips, until his hand rests right on top of my lower area. "Eh? No bulge!" He rips the already ripped fabric off, and his maniacal laugh. "Ha! I knew it! Robin number two isn't a boy!"

I grit my teeth, but I'm unable to move or even flinch when he starts touching me. No! No! This isn't happening! He isn't- No!

"Stop it!" I try to scream at him, but it only turns into a gurgle as I almost choke on my own blood.

"You're not as fun as Harley, that's for sure. Maybe if you got a little bit of a chest I would enjoy this a bit more." Joker laughs again before looking me in the eyes. "Still, this was fun. Well, more for me at least." He stands up, cackling, and begins to walk towards the door of the warehouse. "See you later, chicka! Oh, and be sure to tell the Bats that I say hello!"

He struts out, and slams the door behind him. I wince as the sound reverberates through my head.

After a few moments, I sit up, and twist my handcuffed arms to be in front of me. Pain is riveting through me like never before, but I ignore it as I crawl to the door that the Joker had just left from. I'm still alive! I can go back to the Manor! I'll be able to see Bruce, Alfred, and Dick again! Ha! What a mistake you made, Joker! I'll make sure you live in hell for eternity for today!

I reach the door, and try to open it. Nothing. It doesn't even budge. I groan, hoping that Batman or Nightwing will make it here in time. My utility belt is gone. Joker probably kept it as a souvenir. I slump my back to the wall, and lean my head against it.

My ears suddenly prick up at the sound of a low beeping noise. I shift my head to see a pile of dynamite with a timer on it. It was counting down from ten.

It was in that moment that I realize that I wasn't going to make it. Even if Bruce or Dick were at the door, they wouldn't have been able to get me out in time still.

I'm going to die.

It really isn't their fault that this happened. I'm the stupid one who thought I could take on the Joker, but that obviously didn't happen. Gawd, Dick and Bruce are going to be a mess. I would be if one of them died. I'm going to miss all of Dickie bird's puns and handsome face and Alfred's terrible cooking. I'm going to miss my father, Bruce. He was more of one to me than my biological father ever had been.

But, they'll move on. They'll have to. They have a city to save from itself. They'll avenge me because they loved me, and kill that damn clown once and for all. Everyone will be happy again at some point.

Three…Two-I take a deep breathe, and picture the three of them smiling at me...

One.

Gone.

I'm gasping for breath when my mind sort of shocks me back to reality from the explosion, and I'm panicking for a second as I try to grasp reality again. I rub my eyes, and blink a couple of times when I realize that I'm not alone.

A girl with brunette hair was sitting across from me on the rock floor, probably only a couple of years younger than myself, and she has a huge smirk on her face. "Hello." That smirk is definitely almost evil from the sound of her tone. I move my hand to my duffel bag where my clothes and guns are, but find that it's not sitting next to me.

"Looking for this?" The girl lifts up the bag, chuckling a little bit at her little victory. Damn, I want to kill this bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?

"Okay, what the fuck?" I growl, curling my hands into fists. She only shrugs, and I try to leap for my bag, still in only my bra and underwear, but I remember too late that I have broken ribs. I groan, and fall onto my side. Dammit! Why does it hurt so much more than usual? I don't remember it ever being this bad.

"Careful, you've got a few ribs cracked, and you're running a fever." The girl says, like a smart ass.

I only glare at her as I push myself to sit back to back with the cavern wall. "Who the hell are you, and what's your problem?"

"I'm disappointed that you don't remember me, but of course, it's been a few years. You look a little bit different yourself." She says coolly as she looks me up and down. "I'm Clara Grand. Does that spark any familiarity for you?"

Clara Grand, Clara Grand, Clara Grand…Other than the Clara that I had met- hey! She looks like an older version of that little girl that I saved. "Is this a joke?"

"Oh, come on! You haven't figured it out yet?"

"What?" I'm so utterly confused right now, it's not even funny. Why did she tell me her last name? Grand, Grand, Grand… The only name that I could put to that was a guy that I killed that was working for the Joker when I was first looking for the bastard after I came back to life.

But, I do faintly remember him having a daughter.

"That would be me." Clara's entire persona changes to being dark and not friendly. Oh, this is going to be fun. "I was there when you tortured him for information on the Joker, but he was framed. He didn't know anything, and you still killed him!"

I snort. "I remember your daddy very well, and boy, are you wrong. He was the second in command next to Joker. He even wore those stupidly colorful suits to work with him. I am sorry for doing it in front of you, but in order to stop a bigger criminal, I had to kill your father." I stop myself from adding 'Deal with it.' It's obvious that she hasn't since it's been a couple of years.

"Stop talking to me like a kid!" She barks, not believing a single word.

"Well, excuse me, but you're the one who had shape shifted into a freaking kid!" I yell back at her, immediately regretting it when my ribs ache in protest.

"I didn't shape shift! That was just a glamour that I projected into your mind!" She tells me. Oh, so she's a meta human. A telepathic one apparently. I really don't like telepaths. They're nosey little buggers. Clara points at her temple, smirking a little bit. Obviously, she knows what I'm thinking right now. "I know exactly what you're thinking, and I can see every memory that you've ever had. You've had a pretty shitty life, Jane Todd."

"I really don't need someone like you telling me that." I hiss, and she laughs at me. "So, are you the one that's been messing up with my head? Why I keep seeing hallucinations?"

"Maybe."

I growl at her, feeling unrivaled hatred towards her for making me such a weakling in front of Grayson and Drake. "You bitch! It's not my fault that your father was a stubborn jack ass who worked for the Joker!"

"It's not my fault that you killed him like a dog! He could have-"

"No, he couldn't. He would have gone to Blackgate prison, gotten back out like all the others, and continued to work for the Joker because he gets paid well. He killed a lot of innocent people, Clara, and he would have killed more." I've seen it all before. Killing criminals ends that cycle. "I wouldn't have done it in front of you, though. No one deserves to see that happen to their parents."

"But, I did."

"And, I'm truly sorry for that." I watch her, wondering what she's going to do now that I've apologized sincerely.

"Sorry doesn't cut it. You're going to pay for what you've done!" Clara grits her teeth, obviously restraining herself from killing me right then and there. She's probably capable of doing it just with her telepathic mind. "Damn right I'm capable of it! But, I want you to suffer."

"Oh, please. You sound like every other criminal on the planet." I grumble. This girl was making me want to bang my head against the wall because of how cliché she sounded.

"Shut up! You've already experienced a part of what I'm capable of! I'm not even close to being finished!" Clara smirks as she taps her fingers on her knee in a roll. "I was enjoying myself when you died. So, let's pick up with what happens after that, eh? I like seeing it like a movie, it's so much fun."

"Why you-" She suddenly kicks me hard where my ribs are cracked. "Agh!" Motherfucker! I'm cussing in my head at mock speed as I pull myself into a better lying position. Dammit! It hurts like hell!

The pain was making it hard to stay awake, and Clara's psychotic laughter wasn't helping either. Ow…

Everything suddenly turns a bright acidic green, and I feel like I'm drowning. I swim up to the top as quickly as I can, and gasp as I take a breath. My first breathe.

I look around to see people dressed in robes with their faces being covered by hoods. I was terrified and confused. I have no idea where I am, and my senses were going crazy. It was like everything was on over drive.

I swim through the green, bubbling liquid at top speed, tripping over the stairs that led to it.

"Stop her!" Someone yells, and I scream as the robed people start attacking me. Why are they doing this? What is going on? With inhuman strength, I send them flying into the walls surrounding us. Where do I go? Where am I? Who am I?

A tall, beautiful brunette woman suddenly appears next to me, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up to see her sitting at the foot of the bed that I'm on. What happened?

"Jane Todd Wayne," She says gently, and it was as if she had flipped a switch in my brain. It was only a couple of seconds, but I remembered every memory, which meant I know who she is: Talia al Ghul.

I get up in a crouch, but she grabs my arms and holds me down with unreal strength that I didn't even know that she had. Or, am I just that weak? "Jane, relax. You're safe here."

"Safe? But-"

"I've never actually hurt Robin or the Batman in my life, do you really think I'm going to start now? I've only done everything for you to be alive and safe." Damn, I'm so confused. It's true that we never actually fought with her, just her father, Ra's al Guhl, but she was still well known throughout the superhero world as a woman with powerful allies. Okay, and she's made out with Bruce quite a few times. He says that it's not like that, but there's so much bull shit coming from him when he says that, that I have to restrain myself from punching him for lying to me.

"Where is Batman?" I ask, still tense, and ready to run. I have to remind myself that she knows who Batman is. "Where is Bruce?"

"In Gotham City." She answers, smiling a little bit. "He has no idea that you're alive. You were dead for a few days."

"Like six feet under kind of a dead? Because, I'm pretty sure that the coroner needs to go back to school. I'm still alive and kicking." I even pinch myself, because I thought that I was dead. I remember everything so…clearly. I remember that short moment of pain before I…well, I don't know.

"Jane, do you remember the Lazarus Pits? They're the baths that my father bathes himself in to have never ending life." And, they cause him to be an insane maniac, but it seems that she's overlooking that. "There had been stories that it could bring back the dead and I thought that you had potential to a better life to do more good in the world."

Talia was still holding my arms, and I still thought that she was a slut and a lunatic. Even more so of a lunatic now actually. "Is this the after life? Because it's sucking way more than I thought it would be."

She let's go, and leans back on her heels as she looks at me with some disappointment evident on her face. "You've seen my father enter the Lazarus pit, and come back forty years younger. This is just another part of the power that the pits hold."

Okay, okay, I've got to give her credit. She's right. And, I have a pretty good memory of myself dying still. I wince as my head starts to hurt, and memories of what happened after I first saw Talia enters my mind.

"Stop Jane!" She told me, and I just scream at her. My mind wasn't clear. Everything was wrong! I was scared! Nothing makes sense! What's going on?

It was terrifying to think about.

"Ah, so you've regained your memories of those few moments after your rebirth. I am quite sorry for that. Anyone who isn't used to the pits is driven a bit mad until-"

"You knock them out." I mutter, remembering her using a knock out gas on myself. I rake my hands through my hair, shocked, and still trying to calm myself down from that moment of insanity. "Damn." I still can't believe this. Well, I mean I can, cuz I'm a full fledge living zombie. But, it's so out of this world.

Thoughts of going back to Bruce, Alfred, and Dick suddenly flash in my mind, and I smile at her. "I'm alive!" I couldn't help feeling like I was immortal and able to do anything. "Ha! This is great! How long have I been out?"

Talia is smirking a little bit, probably enjoying my reaction. "A few weeks. Batman is still protecting Gotham, along with Nightwing. Batman has already captured the Joker, and put him back in Arkham. Jane Todd Wayne's death was only an accident in-"

"Wait, wait a second." I lean towards her, slightly surprised by something. "The Joker is still alive?"

"Yes. He's in Arkham, like I said."

Bruce and Dick didn't do it. They didn't kill that bastard clown for me. He's probably killed a few hundred people since I died, and he's still alive! I thought that I mattered enough for them to make sure that I was the last victim. I bend my head down, and put my hands on my face.

"Jane, what's wrong?" Talia asks as she makes me lift my head up with her hand.

"They didn't kill the damn Joker for me! They just ignored my death, and treated him like any other criminal, when we all know that he's more than that!" Righteous fury bubbles up in me, and I start punching the pillow that was next to me. "I'm just someone that got in the cross fire for them! I'm nothing!" I was just a charity case. I was orphaned, and causing trouble just to survive on the streets. They took me in, feeling bad for my pitiful situation, and to keep me quiet about how they spend their nights, they turned me into their side kick. Batman's sidekick. A copy of the first Robin. An attempted copy. Mostly a colorful target. They don't even care that I'm gone. I'm nothing to them. Just something that they had in their home, that died, like a pet.

Talia is watching me as I continue to punch the pillow. She only silently takes my hands, and forces me to stop. "Please stop. You're only hurting yourself."

I realize that I'm crying as the liquid tears flow from my eyes, and she pulls me into a hug. I stiffen up a little bit, especially when she starts to rub my back. "You are worth something, Jane." The motherly action was so foreign to me that I just sat there, shaking from the effects of everything that's happened. "You have the potential to be better than Batman. To fix what he hasn't bothered to fix, and help humanity evolve into something better than it is now. That's why I brought you back to our world." Talia holds me out in front of her, still smiling. "I can help you. You know that I have connections, and I think that a specific one will definitely help you be the person that you want to be."

It wasn't too long after that, that I am trained under Ducra and the All Caste. I learned some serious shit from them, and I was eternally grateful for that serious shit. Yeah, I was most definitely a stubborn little prick in their side, but they're still my mentors. And then I finished my training, and Ducra let me leave to go out and "make a difference" in the world. It's only been a little bit over a year since my 'rebirth', and that was when I started working on my own did I take on the Red Hood mantle.

Oh, yes! I knew fully well that the Red Hood was the name that Joker used before he was the Joker. I don't care. Batman gets to use his big fat and adorable fear with wings, then why can't I use a past name of the clown that's number one on my hit list? I think of it as a way to mock him, and still be badass.

I made a name for myself for a little before starting my work in Gotham. By then, it had been a couple of years since I had died, and Bats has a new Robin that is more uptight than Batman. That's saying something.

After taking control of most of the drug trade from Black Mask, much to his dismay, the big boom comes when he results to breaking out Joker to get to me. I've already killed a ton of crooks that don't deserve another chance at life, which includes a certain Johnny Grand. Which means that I've gotten on the Bat family's bad side as well.

"Let's end here." Clara's voice suddenly wakes me up, and I groan as I feel the pain of my broken ribs. "This is so much fun! I love going through people's memories! It's like watching a really good movie."

"You're insane." I grunt, holding my side, and trying not to black out again.

"No, not as crazy as you." She laughs, and I roll my eyes. Bitch. "Hm, so guess what? Your little boy crush is riding on his blue motorcycle, coming after you. That's so cute." This girl is losing her mind. Clara is talking about Dick right? I'm completely out of reach from Gotham and Bludhaven. Why the hell would he come out here?

"Because, you dumb bitch, he looooves you." She winks at me, and I huff with a wince quickly afterwards. "I've been inside his mind. I can take his apart just like yours. That'll destroy your cute little Dickiebird."

"Can I at least have my shirt?" I grumble, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how naked I am, despite still feeling like I'm on fire with a migraine worse than, well-worse.

"No. I like how you do half of the torturing for me. It's all in your head, and if I just pull a few strings, you just get super depressed. It's hilarious." I hate this girl. Really, I do. Like a ridiculous amount.

"Why did you bring Damian into this?" I ask, the question sort of just popped into my mind, and I wonder if she was the one that put it there.

"Because he's your little brother with the same trouble that you have. You call him demon child, but you know that you're just as much of one as he is." Clara answers. "Both of your primary instincts are to kill people, and you were both close with Talia al Guhl. Don't tell me that you didn't have the most brotherly love for him out of your three brothers. Timmy comes in a close second, and Dick, well, we both know how that is."

"Go to hell." She was right. Shut up!

AN: So, what do you guys think? You weren't expecting that turn of events with Clara were you? Boom! I hope that was an awesome plot twist! Review, favorite, follow please! And, any advice is greatly appreciated! BTW: Sorry for the last chapter being a little bit funky for the ones who caught it first. Obviously, I fixed it. Anyways, get ready for some feels in the next few chapters. I was definitely feeling them when I was writing.