A/N: Good day to you all, ladies and gentleman. I apologize for the chapter delay, I've been working on chapter's 7 & 8 at my grandparents, so please forgive me for not updating. I will continue to work on this story for you all, um please review for opinions and ideas on what might happen later on.

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 7: Reconciliation

Orca-Class Overwatch Gunship, crossing into Switzerland airspace

"How is Lena holding up?" Winston glanced to the video feed of Mercy, who had a look a sadness and concern.

"She's still crying, but her vitals read normal." Mercy frowned, before speaking up. "Winston, are you sure about meeting this Red Hood? He could possibly be a threat to Overwatch, or a Talon spy."

"He might be… violent, but it is clear the man has a goal for justice above all else." When Tracer was brought back, multiple news channels came up. The reports told the same story, a group of soldiers attacked or criminals attack or killed by a mysterious red hooded figure in barely 30 to 40 minutes after the earlier incident. The calling sign, similar to the infamous Red Hood symbol used years back matched this 'Red Hoods' logo from the Slipstream. "I have beliefs that he's heading towards Switzerland."

"Switzerland? Why there? There's nothing there except…" Mercy trailed off at the mentioning of the Swiss Headquarters incident. Most wanted to forget that more than Slipstream, but sadly it seemed to haunt them ever more. "… Bad memories."

"I know how you feel," Winston grimed at the constant reminder of Overwatch's 'closure' to the world by the UN. While they really didn't know who placed the bomb in the Headquarters, most felt a positive hate towards the UN for their possibly doing of it. An excuse to get rid of them, 'freaks' in a 'cleansed' world they said. "But if he has the Slipstream, he could possibly know of Alex Terrell's location, if he's still living that is."

"I pray he is, Winston." Mercy replied, glancing over her shoulder to the still sobbing Tracer. "I hope he can explain why he hurt Lena, and what he's become."

"As do I, Angela" Winston replied, shutting down the video feed. "As do I."

Swiss Headquarter ruins, Switzerland

'In loving memory of those who feel to the Omnic Crisis, and gave everything to surpass the world's problems.' A large silver plate read infront of the ruins of the old Overwatch command center. In the rainy and thundery night, Red Hood's figure stood unmasked but still hooded. 'Thank you, Overwatch. We will never forget your sacrifices.'

His bloodshot eyes twitched in anger and sadness. Overwatch was closed? Then, if that was the case, who was that Lena wannabe?! His thoughts drew his anger closer, and his fist clenched to try and hold back his feelings. Those bastards, how dare they try to act like heroes!

"It's difficult to believe isn't it?" Red Hood turned to see Winston behind him, holding up a large umbrella. Red Hood blinked, making sure he saw seeing him correctly. "You're him, aren't you?"

"Are who?" Red Hood asked bitterly, fist tightening next to his handgun. "Aren't part of Overwatch? Or is this some type of fake group playing hero for the ones who've passed on?!"

"I assure you I am Winston, Alex." Winston replied casually, but the last word make Red Hood step back slightly. "I know it's you under that mask."

"Alex Terrell dies with Jason Todd days ago," Red Hood, no, Alex snapped to the larger gorilla. "Besides what does it matter, hm? The great Alex Terrell is now Alex Todd, the Red Hood! Has a ring to it, doesn't it?"

"How do you do it? How do you kill like Talon, how do you kill without any regrets?"

"How do I kill?! Winston, those men know what they're getting themselves into! I'm just doing Death a favor."

"What happened to you?!" Winston asked more angrily, letting his umbrella fall to the ground. "What happened to that once happy boy we met long ago?! Where is he?!"

"He's dead! He's dead, just like his adoptive big brother and just like Lena Oxton!" Alex yelled back in anger. "And just like Emily, Lena Oxton is dead!"

"Alex, Lena is still alive! How do you not believe it, you saw her earlier!"

"LIAR!" Alex roared, raising both his handguns. Winston stepped back slightly, he wasn't prepared for a fight and his Tesla cannon was inside the Orca. "I WATCHED HER DIE! HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME ABOUT THIS TOPIC!"

Lightning flashed, and Winston saw Alex's teary eyed face. "I had to go through 7 years of training and traumatized thoughts about Lena Oxton, the person I saw as my sister, dying because of me! And then I come from Hell and back just to hear she's alive?! I can't believe it, no I WON'T believe it!"

"Do you have any idea what it's like to feel responsible for killing someone and then discovering their alive?!" He continued, and slowly his anger broke down in sadness and depression. He'd tried keeping trying, trying holding it in for battle but right now he couldn't. "I lived through Emily's death as best as I could, but Lena's?! I was broken, shattered and traumatized just like the fucking Slipstream when I lived! WHY DID I LIVE?! Why couldn't it be her who lived instead?!"

Alex's shaking glare saddened Winston, because to him it was clear the boy was more traumatized than Lena possibly. Had he really hand only so much anger to take in, so much sadness and regret in him? Winston could see it, though, he could see that Alex couldn't do it.

He couldn't shoot him. He couldn't shoot because he sad breaking down, he couldn't shoot because of the past Alex and Overwatch had. But most of all, he couldn't shoot because he couldn't lose anyone.

"It… It's not too late, Alex." Winston replied calmly, extending his hand to the younger. "We can still help you. Please."

Alex's tears flooded out at Winston's words, he felt his heart cracking. He couldn't do it, he couldn't kill someone like Winston or anyone from Overwatch for that matter. He felt it, all the memories of Overwatch, Emily, his friends, family all hit his heart like a eighteen wheeler.

"I… I…I…" Alex struggled to speak, before he suddenly felt himself give out. His eyes rolled up, and he gave out a silent groan. "Ugh…"

"Alex!" Alex fell forward unconsciously, but luckily Winston caught him on time. Winston looked down at the younger boy, looked at how he'd changed so much. He knew that the old version of Alex, that once happy boy just like Lena was still in there. He was only shielded by anger towards himself and fear of losing more friends and family.

"Mercy," Winston called out on his communication piece looking to the side as the orca gunship moved forward. "Get a med bed ready, I'm… bringing someone familiar back…"

Several hours later, Overwatch Watchpoint Gibraltar

Alex blinked, his vision blurred by the brightly lit room. Looking around, he noticed he was in a med-bay of the sorts, his clothing folded on a small chair along with his mask, handguns, and grenades. "Woah there, young man." A female voice, coming from a blonde haired woman in a Valkyrie suit, pushed Alex gently back onto his bed. "You're not going anywhere yet."

"W-What happened?" Alex asked calmly, looking to the blonde as her blue eyes watched Alex cautiously. "Where am I, if I may ask?"

"You fell unconscious, probably due to stress or starvation and need for food." The woman explained, picking up her Caduceus Staff. She pointed it to Alex, and suddenly Alex felt a great relive from pain. "This should help you slightly, but I would recommend you eat food. You're at Overwatch base Watchpoint Gibraltar."

"Watchpoint Gibraltar," Alex muttered, looking to the doctor who turned away. "Um, who are you?"

Mercy turned around, surprised he hadn't recognized her. "Really, you don't recall knowing of my identity?" She asked, fixing her hair slightly. "I'm Angela Ziegler, call sign Mercy."

"D-Dr. Ziegler?" Alex struggled to remember, he hadn't heard that name in quite a while. He suddenly remembered his first months with Overwatch, a young doctor who somewhat raised him till the Slipstream event. "You look…. Older."

"Do I know?" She asked with a slight blush, before her voice became stern. "You look older to, and have become much more different than before."

"….." Alex turned away. He couldn't go through this again, he didn't need another scolding. "… Is it her?"

"Hm?"

"That woman, Tracer…. Is she really Lena?"

"Yes, I am." Alex and Mercy looked to see Tracer by the door, her goggle hanging around her neck. Her eyes seemed bloodshot, and she gave a very sad aura to people. "You look well, Alex."

"L-L-Lena…." Alex stuttered, and suddenly he felt dizzy. "Y-You're a-alive…."

"Your alive…" he kept muttering, on and on like a mantra silently. He stared to his hands, the dark twisted memories of Slipstream flashing across his eyes and mind. She is alive, living breathing and alive!He struggled to think it through, he was still trying to believe it.

"Um… Alex?" Mercy asked with much concern, watching the boy's eyes twitched and his words become faster. "Alex, please stop!"

"You're alive… You're alive…. You're alive…"

"Alex, I'm ordering to stop!"

Tracer looked at the boy nervously, worried she'd just done something horrible to him. She could have possibly put him into a more traumatized state. "…Alex?" She asked quietly, and suddenly Alex stopped talking. "Are you alright?"

The boys head turned slightly to her, and slowly lifted up. His eyes had tear streams pouring down like the other night, and his breaths were ragged. With a powerful force, Alex jumped out the bed making a dash to the door.

"Stop him!" Mercy yelled, but before she or Tracer could do anything, Alex pulled Tracer into a tight hug.

"You're alive…" He sobbed, clutching her tightly as he did. Lena blinked, unsure of what to do aside from hug him back. "I was s-so scared, I-I thought I'd k-k-killed you...!"

"Shh, it's alright." Lena cooed, calmly stroking Alex. She felt her own tears come down, but they were not out of sadness or regret. They were of joy, joy to know the thing she feared most didn't scare her anymore. "It's okay… I'm here."

Mercy, who watched this play out, simply smiled at the reunion of these two. Two friends, separated by time and space, were now reunited. She frowned at the sad thought that the damage was done, yes, but that damage could slowly be repaired in due time.

Tracer and Alex just needed time to recover, and this was simply the start of it.

Meanwhile, Gotham City New Jersey

"Sir, we have confirmation of the Red Hood's identity." A Militia trooper, mask less and unarmed, entered the Militia command center to report to his commander. "Alex Terrell is confirmed alive."

"So, he does live after all…" The commander turned fully, his mask's blue line like eyes staring to the trooper. "Prepare all helicopter transports, we make for Switzerland tonight."

"Sir!" The trooper saluted, rushing out the room. As he did, another Militia troop wearing fully red armor and a white gas mask like cover, entered the room.

"Sir, the Cloudburst Mk. 2 has finished processing from Stag's Energy Center," The Militia Sergeant stated, handing over several blueprints to his commander. "We have our weapon of choice."

"Excellent, has Dr. Crane returned with the two Talon agents?"

"They're on their way to New Ace Chemicals."

"Perfect," The commander looked across the glass to the outside world, looking down to see several thousand troops and drones prepping for flight. Prepping for war, the greatest war of all. "He will pay for leaving me for Death."

"Sir, what will we do with the corpse of Jason Todd?" The Sargent asked, curious as to know what purpose the dead body would serve.

"Burn it, we don't need the past Arkham Knight any longer." The commander stepped fully forward, lightning striking long enough to show his mask and armor. He wore a militaristic version of the infamous old Batsuit. On his chest armor was the white and red Arkham insignia, and he wore a mask built to mock Batman and his failures. "It's time for the New Arkham Knight to join this fight, a fight he will win."

A/N: So the Arkham Knight has entered the fight, and has stated his victory already. What shall his victory be built on, the death of the New Red Hood or Overwatch's permanent fall? Only time shall tell...

I will try and post the next chapter as soon as i get time to, so be prepared and set till then. I hope your having a good Summer, i know its slightly weird to hear a writer say that, but I care about my readers, their opinions, and how they feel.

That said, this is the KnightOfZ3R0 signing off!