"Jane!" I hear Dick's voice suddenly calling my name, and Clara obviously does as well when she perks up a little bit. "Jane! Where are you?"
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" She giggles.
I take a deep breathe, and close my eyes. Clara's not going to be doing anything to Dick or anyone else. I begin to cleanse my mind, slowly feeling the absence of her presence in my mind. Thank you Ducra!
I can hear Clara jump in surprise, and she growls. "What are you doing?"
I only smile back, and ignore her until I hear a cry from outside of the cave. It's still raining, unfortunately, and the fact that I could hear it wasn't good. "What did you do?"
"Oh, you know, doing the same thing that I did to you. Only to him. Let's get him out of the cold, shall we?" She leaves to pull the stupid acrobat in here next to me. He's unconscious, and I can see blood trailing from somewhere around the back of his head. I'm not sure if I want to also know what's going on his mind with the psycho telepath right here.
Clara straddles his waist, and I hiss as she starts to rub her hands around his- "Stop!" She only giggles as she then begins to trail her fingernails across his chest. Dick would hate this. Whether he was a Golden Boy or not. "Oh, this is just working out all too perfectly. Why don't we take a dip into his head together?"
I hack up blood as she hits her heeled shoe into my side, and I'm suddenly standing in front of a grave.
My grave. Clara and I are behind Dick as he kneels in front of the gravestone. He's crying his eyes out as he has one hand on the top of the stone slab with "Jane Todd Wayne" written on it.
"Jane, I'm so sorry." He whispers through sobs, and I move forward to tell him that I'm not dead, but some hidden force keeps me back. Probably Clara. I growl at her, and leap at her, but everything suddenly changes to the Batcave. I land on the hard floor with a loud thud, but no one takes notice of it since this is a memory.
Bruce and Dick are both staring at the big computer screen that they have, and they're in complete shock. On the screen is my name next to Red Hood with a big 100% underneath them. This was the moment that they had learned that the Red Hood is I. Or, that Jane Todd Wayne is Red Hood. I've always wondered…
"Are you sure?" Dick asks, his voice was quiet and rough.
"Yes, positively." Bruce answers.
"Check it again."
"Dick, I've checked three times already. It's her."
A clattering of dishes comes from behind them, and they both turn to see Alfred. He had dropped the platter that had tea on it onto the ground. He's completely silent, but his face spoke volumes of the surprise that he was feeling.
"A terrible daughter you are." Clara whispers to me, and I glare at her.
"Shut. Up."
"We're in Dickiebird's mind. You don't have any authority here. Let's go to another memory!" She laughs, and we're suddenly on a snowy mountain hillside. Judging from the rush of both Dick and Bruce up it, I'm guessing this is that other fateful event. The one where I died. I hiss at her, and she giggles again. "This is so much fun for me!"
Both Bruce and Dick jump off of their bikes when they get up to the warehouse, and they're almost there until the entire place explodes. The force blows them back, and I wince as the rubble covers them.
After the shock wave passes, and the smoke clears, Dick and Bruce get up and start searching for me wildly. Dick finds me in the center, dead. I stare at myself, suddenly feeling super embarrassed about my dead body for some reason. My Robin uniform was stripped to shreds, so I was practically naked. And, dead.
Dick picks me up in his arms, only looking at my bruised and scarred face. A part of my mask is hanging from my temple, and he pulls it off. "Jane…" He runs his hands through my short black hair, and he sobs as he holds me close to his chest.
Bruce stands in front of him, looking just as "heart broken". He wasn't saying anything, he wasn't even crying. Typical Bruce.
Dick's reaction was ripping me apart though. He was shaking me, trying to make me up like I was just sleeping. "Come on, Jane. This isn't a joke." He screams out in pain when I still don't respond, and Bruce falls down, and holds both of us.
"Dick, she's gone." He whispers.
And then I see them. The tears. He actually cries.
I can't take looking at them anymore, and I narrow my eyes at her. I know that I'm crying myself, but I ignore that fact. "You're done, bitch."
"What're you going to do? Kill me?" She snorts, and I give her my best smile.
"Exactly." I grab her wrist, and yank back. We're back in the real world, and despite every part of my body screaming at me, I kick her in the face. With her down for even a moment, I lunge for my duffel bag, and pull out my guns. Both of them are loaded, and I turn the safety off as I shoot her multiple times. Damn, this is so much easier now that she's out of my head.
She slumps onto the ground, and I kick her in the back. Clara doesn't move, and I purse my lips together. I guess I have to add her on my list of kills.
Almost immediately, Dick's eyes flutter open, and that surge of adrenaline that I had runs out. I fall onto my butt, and groan as I hold my sides. It hurt even more now from the rash movements.
"Jane!"
"Oh, now you're awake." I grin as he sits up, and moves closer to me. "How was your nap?"
He rubs his eyes and shakes his head. "Jane, I'm more worried about you. You look like shit."
"Yeah, well, thank her." I lazily point at the dead corpse across from us. "She's the reason that I was going insane." I'm quiet for a moment, before I say it out loud. "Bitch."
"So, you're not going to see anything or anyone anymore?" Dick sits closer to me, as I nod my head. He was obviously a bit uncomfortable with the dead girl that I had just shot to smithereens. Dick was never good with Death.
"Yeah. How's your head?" I grunt as I raise my hand to feel around the back of his neck. He winces a little bit when I touch a soft spot, and I hold out my hand to see that it's covered in blood. "Crap. You need to get that cleaned up." I fumble for my helmet that was sitting next to me, and I'm about to tug it over my head until Dick stops me.
"I've already got Tim on his way here." He mutters as he takes it, and places it away from me. "You need to lie down. Where does it hurt?"
I roll my eyes. "Look, mom, I've gone through worse, and you know it. I'll be –" Dick suddenly pokes me in my side, and I growl as pain floods through me. "Dick!"
"See? I don't care if you've gone through worse. You're lying down. I'm willing to bet money that your other side is just as bad." He helps me down, and moves the duffel bag under my head to serve as a pillow. "Better?"
"Yes." I grumble. Dick sighs with content, and he slumps back into the wall. "Good."