"So, Miss Todd. How have you been the last five years?" He took a sip from his cup and I followed suit. "I'm shattered I didn't get a letter."

"Sorry. I was in hiding." Roy, beside me, had already eaten a whole tin of biscuits.

"That's quite alright. Has your fighting improved since? I heard there was a new vigilante in Metropolis." he raised an eyebrow. "You have a weird way of hiding."

"Yet there was never any confirmation it was me." I slapped Roy's hand away as he tried to steal a cookie from my plate. "I will bite you, Roy. I swear."

"Yes, well, it's not really that polite to swear. I assume you two are looking for a place to stay, correct? I'll show you to where you'll be staying Master Roy. Mila I've kept your room to your liking." I beamed at him. I was so excited to see my old room.

As I entered my room I took a moment to take this all in. I had many dreams that I had come back. I was sort of trying to convince myself this wasn't one.

Something caught my attention on the bed. A sword. A peculiar item to have on my bed. I looked it over, it wasn't a fancy displayable one.

"Master Damian said he stabbed you with that sword. He blamed himself for you leaving." Alfred walked up to me handing me an outfit. It kind of resembled Batwoman's outfit except smaller and in blue and black. "I had this made, should you return."

"That's awesome. Thanks."

The suit looked awesome on me. It didn't look shitty like my previous outfit. I cannot wait for it to be night time now. The top of the suit was a flexible material that was still resistant against knives and bullets. The bottom half was made of a sturdy material that resembled denim so I could blend in with just a jacket if need be. There was a detachable cape and hood which Alfred thought I might like. I stuffed the cape, hood and mask into my bag and slipped on a nice dark coat. Dic- Dad had a bike in the garage somewhere. Guess I'll be borrowing it.

My snitch had informed me that The Collector owned a museum of sorts in Gotham. A private one only few had access to or knew about.

Which made it difficult to find.

My snitch had told me that the museum was code named The Display and that lots of top gangs had frequent visitors. I just needed to find some of these visitors and make them spill their guts. Maybe literally, maybe not. It all depends on my mood.

My main concern is the condition of the girls he's displaying. Are they dead, alive, clothed? Have they been tortured?

A million questions whizzed through my head as I walked down the streets of Gotham. I had requested Alfred drop me off in a rough neighbourhood. It's a lot easier to find gang members.

My first plan, and probably my most used one, was to seem helpless. It seemed the easiest way to get in. Most gang members who visit The Display apparently supply the 'show' as well. It wasn't to long before I was hauled into an ally.

But disappointment lurks everywhere, it wasn't a thug. One of Roy's old teammates. I believe her name is Tigress.

"What do you think you are doing?" I shoved her away. How dare she?

"Look, we've been tracking you down for weeks. We saw the opportunity and took it." We? Who else is here. "Batman says you're out of control, so we've been following you."

"Why have you been following me? What makes me so out of control and if I am as you say, out of control, why not take me off the streets. Arrest me. Why am I still not restrained." I held out my arms as if in an offer, but if she were to try I'd kick her ass.

"I am a part of a team, a team you mother was a part of for a short time before she-"

"Died, came back to life, started killing, became one of your enemies." I crossed my arms at her. "You know I've killed people before right? I don't think you want me on your little team."

"I do." I recognised the voice, it was just older, more mature, if that was even possible for this kid. I like how Alfred forgot to mention that Damian was now alive. I fought the urge to hug him to try and seem tough in front of Tigress.

"You know he's killed people before right?" I began, for some reason trying to reduce his credibility.

"What?" Tigress gasped as her head whipped around to look at him questioningly.

"Mila, what are you doing?" He glared at me, hinting that I should shut up. Should but didn't.

I focused my attention on Tigress as I continued. "Less than twelve hours after meeting this kid he had cut some guys head off, stuffed a grenade in it, tried to use it to kill Tim, bashed my head in to the point I ended up in hospital."

"Are you happy now, Mila?" His glare was burning into me and I smiled back.

"Haven't you heard? It's Batbrat." he widened his eyes at the name. "Like the name, you thought of it."

"You in or not?" That was one voice I was fine with never hearing again. God I hate the batman voice.

"I thought you only came out at night." Batman's expression was unchanging. I hate it. "Y'know, sometimes I hate you."

"Is that a yes?"

"Since that's the only answer you'll let me have I guess so." The ends of his mouth moved even so slightly as to form the faintest hint of a smile.

"Glad to know we're on the same page."