A/N: 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 8: Militia movement

Overwatch Watchpoint Gibraltar

After crying for multiple hours, Lena and Alex finally calmed down and begun explaining their pasts and what occurred over the years after the Slipstream Incident. Mercy had let Alex change out of his 'hospital' clothing, and into a white T-shirt and his cargo pants. He kept his handguns holstered, yet held his mask and had his jacket slung over his shoulder.

"So, let me get this straight," Alex repeated, looking to Lena who walked beside him. "You vanished for months…."

"Yes," Lena nodded.

"Then you reappeared, and were dubbed with the disease Chronal Disslocation…"

"Yes."

"And final have to wear a Chronal Accelerator or else you'll be lost to the corners of time and space. Did I get that right?"

"Yep," She stated, slightly nervous at it. Tracer wasn't one to really retell about her Disslocation, only if it were to explain it to a higher up or Overwatch commander. Aside from that, she locked the memory far out of her head and kept a positive smile and emotional state. "When I reappeared, Winston said my first questions were all about your safety. Were you alive, were you safe, what happened to the Slipstream, and most of all: Did you have my condition?"

"If you want me to answer those questions, I will." Alex replied, entering the cafeteria of the Watchpoint. "Yes, I was and still am alive. For the most part, yes I was safe.

"The Slip- now the Redstream was damaged, so my adoptive big brother, Jason Todd, trained me for the next seven years to take the parts to repair it-" I was cut off by Tracer's blinking infront of me, hands on her hips with a confused look.

"Adoptive brother? How in the world did that come to be?" She asked. "And I thought I was your sister!"

"You are my sister!" Alex exclaimed, hugging her once more. "It's just…. When I crashed the Redstream, this person…. Red Hood-no, um Jason Todd… He had found me and tried to take the jet. I fought him off for a while before he oddly decided to let me keep it."

"Wow. So, um where were you at?"

"Somehow, I had arrived and, luckily, landed in Arkham City near Gotham City, New Jersey."

"Gotham, the city of crime?" Lena asked, glancing around before moving closer to Alex's hearing range. "Isn't that where Batman is?"

"Lena, there is no Batman," Alex groaned, if there was one thing he didn't want to bring up it was that he didn't know who Batman was or ever met him. "And no I did not meet him, or Superman, or anyone from the old Justice League or Bat force."

"Awwww," Lena sighed, she was really hoping he'd know that guy. Oh well, back to the matter at hand. "So then, what happened after that?"

"Well, Jason started teaching me his way of fighting, telling me how the parts I needed for the Slipstream were in Wayne Tower and/or LexCorp in Metropolis, across the New Jersey area." Alex explained, taking a seat at a table. "After that, Jason taught me, and finally we broke in and took the parts we needed."

"But then….. Jason went out to hunt someone, Roman Sionis….Things went bad and…" Alex trailed off, looking at his jacket. He stared quietly, and started hugging it tightly. "Jason was shot…. A person who I saw as a brother to me was killed by Black Mask….. From that moment on, I took up the mantle of (New) Red Hood. I cared less and less about coming home, and more on killing Sionis…"

"And finally…." Alex glanced to Lena's worried and wide eyes face, before slipping on his helmet. "I got what I wanted: I killed Sionis, came home, and here I am."

Alex stood back up, placing on his jacket and pulling up his hood. "Wait, Alex!" Lena blinked infront of him again, stopping him leaving. "Where are you going?"

"I'm… going to go out for a walk?" Alex blinked when he saw Lena's sudden serious and somewhat concerned expression, he rarely saw her with seriousness before. "O-Okay, okay! I'll tell you, just please stop with that look! It's freaking me out!"

"Really? After everything we've gone through, my serious expression freaks you out?" Lena raised an eyebrow.

"I-I've never seen you with a look like that, alright? Besides, you're always happy!" Alex stuttered, looking away slightly. "A-Anyways, I want to look more into the group you attacked in King's Row. There have been multiple sightings of them on my travel to Switzerland, which is raising alarms for me."

"Hm, maybe they're part of the UN?" Lena hypothesized.

"I don't believe so," Both agents looked to see a familiar Winston enter the room, walking to them. "I have reason to believe they could be possibly connected to Talon."

"Talon… I've heard a lot of mentions about those guys," Alex stated, looking from Winston to Lena. "Anything I should know?"

"Talon is a terrorist organization under the command of Reaper and Widowmaker," Winston explained. "Widowmaker was originally an Overwatch member from before the collapse of Overwatch, but Talon tortured and brainwashed her into becoming the world's most deadly sharpshooter."

"As for Reaper, there's nothing but speculation on him." Winston continued, leading them out the cafeteria and to the outside. "We have theory to believe its old Blackwatch commander Gabriel Reyes due to Reaper's use of Reyes's infamous shotguns and wraith ability. But, it's like I said, just a theory."

"We've had run in's with them, Widowmaker managed to kill Omnic Iris speaker Mondatta," Tracer stated, looking saddened with the mentioning of the Iris preacher. "And we managed to halt their taking of the old Doomfist Gauntlet."

"Seems like a bad bunch of grapes," Alex, now Red Hood said, looking away as his mask came to life. A sudden proximity warning came up, specifically from the Slipstream. "Something's wrong, the Slipstream's proximity just went off!"

"You had a proximity warning built onto the Slipstream?" Tracer noticed Red Hood's glancing to her, before she realized her naming mistake. "Sorry, the Redstream?"

"Yes, I did." Red Hood replied, flipping on the jets front nose camera. From what he saw, his fears were true. This ragtag of men in red, black and white were some small force. No, by the looks of it these guys were professionals… or serious stalkers. "Damn, it's those troopers again…"

Meanwhile

"Sir, we've located the Slipstream jet." A Militia trooper wearing red, black, and white military armor reported. Right now, the Militia patrol group had found the red jet in an abandoned hotel complex near the old Swiss Headquarter remnants.

"Is it his?" the synthesized voice of the Arkham Knight came to life on the other end.

"It is," another Militia trooper, standing on the Redstream's right wing called out. "The Red Hood's logo is on the wing!"

"Perfect," The Arkham Knight answered. "Hold that position, Captain. I'm inbound."

"Yes sir." All of a sudden, the controls of the Redstream flashed red with life, one of the screen reading 'REMOTE CONTROL ONLINE, WEAPONS SYSTEMS ENGAGED.' The Redstream hovered off the ground, sending the earlier Militia trooper to the ground and others weapons up. "What the hell? Sir the jet, its-!"

"He's built a remote pilot control link with his mask," Arkham Knight muttered in irritation. "Shoot it down! Don't let it leave!"

"Yes, sir!" The Militia Sargent's voice came up as multiple air vehicles hovered above the building. The small vehicles, dubbed the Serpent-class battle Drones, were fully red with small silver parts. "Serpent Drones are online and primed!"

The front piece was built like a boat bow, ending at least a meter with two small helicopter propellers. The front wings near the front were opposite short and ending with the same helicopter propellers like the rear. On the lower belly was an automated turret, complete with a red lining visor pointed to the jet.

Bullets flared all across the jet, but the Redstream continuously hovered off the ground. With a sudden roaring engine, the Redstream charged out sending Militia troops screaming as they fell to their deaths. The Redstream rushed across Swiss airspace, rushing southwest towards Spain to get to Gibraltar.

"All forces designated in Spain, the Redstream is crossing Seville airspace towards Gibraltar. Shoot it down!" The Militia Sergeant snapped, sending multiple Drone active and online. Redstream bobbed and weaved, bullets scratching the armor and wings. "It's no use sir, the Redstream is dodging our attacks! Do you want us to converge on Gibraltar?"

"Yeah, right and add Overwatch into the fray? No thank you." The Arkham Knight growled out, his fist tightening as he spoke up. "Have all forces return to the BCH, Operation Vulture is about to begin."

"Knight, New Ace Chemicals is now under our control." The seemingly depressed and dark voice of Reaper spoke out towards the Militia commander. "Crane is inside the mixing chamber center."

"Excellent," Arkham Knight felt a sense of gratitude towards previous Dr. Jonathan Crane's adopting of a son, Jeremy 'Aviator' Crane. The Fear doctor had taught his next successor the elements of Fear and how to control and conquer it. "Have Mr. Crane's unit reinforced with Rattler-class Drones and Python-Class missile launchers."

"Understood." Reaper acknowledged, slipping into his Wraith Form and back into the New Ace Chemicals complex.

Meanwhile, Watchpoint Gibraltar

"I'm going to Spain to recover the Redstream," Red Hood explained, walking hastily towards the primed Orca-class dropship. "Lena, you're with me."

"Right!" Tracer blinked forward, jumping into the Orca's chamber and later pilot seat.

"Winston! Do we have any agents in Spain or nearby?" Red Hood asked over his communication link.

"Overwatch agent Genji in the vicinity, he's been notified for you." Athena explained, sending Red Hood's mask a file on Genji's past and combat history.

"Good, we'll rendezvous in Seville and bring Redstream back to Gibraltar." Red Hood stated, rushing into the Orca's metal stomach before the metal doors sealed. "Oh, and Athena? Have the Gibraltar defense systems up."

"Sir?"

"…. I have a feeling we'll need them. Just…. Be prepared in case anything comes up."

"Understood."

A/N: Sorry for the late timing on posting this chapter, I've been helping collecting the last items needed for our family vacation later on. I ask you please review for ideas, thoughts and opinions for the later chapter and even the story entirely. Also, if your going on vacation or are on vacation and reading this, enjoy yourself and have fun!

That said, this is the KnightOfZ3R0 signing off!