A/N: I am sorry that I've took so long on this! I've been very stressed with Final Exams and just found out I've passed two of my three EOC tests! If anyone is in high school, and has passed their EOC, good jobs! If you didn't through, you did your best through it all and I know how that feels. So do not feel like you are in the out, guys.

Anyways, now that all announcements are done, please know that the next chapter will be probably in the next week or so. So, be ready.

Overwatch is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. Batman: The Arkham Series is owned by Rocksteady, WB Games Montreal, Visceral Gaming and DC comics.

I own no character except Alex Terrell. The Arkham Knight will be OC, so he will not be Jason Todd or connected in anyway with Bruce Wayne or the Bat Family.

That said, Please Enjoy the Show!

Chapter 5: Broken

Overwatch Base Gibraltar

The date was June 18, 2076. It had been close to 8 years after the Slipstream incident, and Overwatch had taken a major fall before disbanding. After the destruction of the Swiss Headquarters, along with the deaths of Blackwatch commander Gabriel Reyes and Overwatch Commander Jack Morrison, Overwatch was disband and shut down.

Sadly, though, Omnic discrimination and the uprising of the terrorist organization Talon sparked the hope for Overwatch to return to the world. So far, only the original Overwatch group had responded, much to Winston's sadness. It either meant the others retired, vanished, got captured, or worse cases were dead.

Sadly, no hope came up after everyone returned. While everyone was happy to see each other, there was still one operative who wasn't as cheerful as she normally was. "Athena, have you heard anything from Tracer? Has she left her room at all?" The large gorilla asked, turning towards the base AI.

"No, she has not." Athena stated, bringing an image up of Tracer's now locked door. "Winston, you should speak with her. She hasn't been the same since Slipstream and the death of Mondatta only made it worse."

"I know, Athena. But how can I? I have no idea of how to talk to her about today," Winston glanced at the far wall, a calendar with the red words 'SLIPSTREAM EVENT' written on one box. Winston flinched, recalling the haunting memories of the Slipstream vanishing. "I wonder where Alex is, and is he's still alive."

"We'll get him back, Winston. You know that."

"How? I have no means of teleporting the Slipstream back here, and we got only lucky with Lena." Winston sighed sadly, rubbing his eyes. "Look, just tell me if Lena comes out. Please?"

Athena sighed. "Alright, I will." She said, and slowly the lights inside shut off. "Get some rest."

Tracer's living quarters

Meanwhile, Lena Oxton otherwise known as Tracer, sat silently in her room. She held her legs tightly, and kept the lights off to keep anyone pondering out. She kept the lights off to show she wasn't crying, crying from the twisted memory of Slipstream.

"When we're in the air, Lena we're gonna change the world!" She sobbed at the small flashback of Alex, standing infront of the hanger with a smile of hope. "This is the greatest day of my life! Life, life… life…"

The voice echoed in her head, and Tracer felt it. She felt the depression hit harder and crueler, and felt that she was the most horrible person on Earth. She promised him everything would work out, never once worried or bothered on about future problems. But now, when she looked back, Lena really hated her cocky tones then.

She just wanted to see her friend, one who she promised to help and keep safe. Why was that so much to ask for?

Cafeteria Rec Room

"Tracer still remains in her quarters, does she not?" Omnic monk, Zenyatta, asked innocently as several Overwatch members mumbled lightly.

"Yeah, she is." Lucio stated. The usually smiling D.J was silent, sitting at a table along with McCree, Genji and Zenyatta. "She still feels responsible for Slipstream and Alex."

"How is it that the jet still hasn't responded?" Mercy asked, looking at her Caduceus Staff as she placed new parts slowly into it. One by one, small medical like needles were placed into Mercy's staff, the blue liquid substances glowing in the light. "And has Alex now come back with Chronal Dislocation?"

"Alex was closer to the Slipstream and wasn't in the control seat at the beginning. Lena got lucky to be teleported out the jet before it vanished fully." McCree explained, fixing his cowboy hat and cigarette. "Feel bad for her really. She shouldn't go through this."

"She knew the risk when having friends here," Soldier: 76, a man with an unknown mask, red visor, and blue jacket with the 76 number on it, stated to the Overwatch agents. "She should have been prepared for the consequences."

"So your saying it's all on her?!" the Overwatch members roared in anger at the older man, angered by his statement. "Damn you!"

"Bastard!"

"How could you say such a thing?!"

"I'm only saying she should have been prepared for the mental troubles she'd have," 76 irritatingly responded, glaring under his mask.

"Excuse me?" Winston's voice, full of malice and anger, makes all Overwatch members look in fear to him. Winston's eyes and hair glowed slightly red as he walked directly infront of 76's shorter form. "You have no rights to stay anything about Tracer or the Slipstream incident. You were not there, you do not know, and you are lucky enough to be noticed by us. Don't think for a second you are innocent of the lives you took on your own, so don't act like you know anything."

"Hmph, either way it's true. Tracer, no- all of you should have been prepared," 76 turned around, ignoring the glares of fire from the Overwatch members as he left. When he was far enough, he glanced back before continuing. "I wonder if he still lives or not…"

Meanwhile

Close to the Atlantic, the remnants of the old Overwatch air base laid close to the eastern seaboard, ruined air towers and rusted hangars across the old concrete pave. Suddenly, high above the base a blue bolt of lightning tore across the night.

The Slipstream, now dubbed the Redstream, raced out the ripple leaving a trail of smoke before it faded out. "Perfect, I'm back." Red Hood turned the radio knob, adjusting to Overwatch specialized radio frequencies. "Overwatch air base 9, air base 9 this is Slipstream 01, copy?"

Static filled the response, and Red Hood tried again. He check the timeline, it was 2076. He restarted the radio, doubled checked the main frequencies and retried. "Overwatch airbase 9, this is Slipstream 01. Does anyone hear this?" He repeated, growling in irritation at the static response. "Damn it, nothing. I'll have to draw attention if I'm going to get anything. It's possible I could head for the UN command center, but they'd probably have their doubts about Slipstream returning after 8 years or so."

"Last place Overwatch commanders decided on the Slipstream project was the Swiss headquarters, so I'll start at King's Row and work my way up from there." Slipstream formed a full 180, engines roaring as it rushed across the Atlantic. "It's a slight start, but it's the only one I have.