Bruce sat in his conference room with his CEO of Wayne Enterprise; Lucius Fox. They were graphing financial strategy for the corporation.

"I believe that our weapon stock is falling behind Mr. Wayne. I suggest we prepare to file for a insurance claim to-" Whatever Lucius was going to say was interrupted by an explosion. It was a fire burning on the table. Lucius fell backwards and hit the ground. Bruce stood up and saw what caused the fire.

Bane was fighting Superman down below. Poison Ivy was disputing Wonder Woman. The Flash was being assaulted by Ra's al Ghul. Aquaman was fighting Viktor Freeze, trying to shoot water and break through the ice. Bruce turned and went to the safe room containing his extra suits and weapons.

He quickly got in the suit and picked up his utility belt. He hand Bat-a-rangs and a grappling hook. He was about to leave, but he saw a little thing he wasn't sure if he wanted to take. He saw a kryptonite dagger he had made. He didn't know who was the bad guys or who started the incident, but his gut told him to take it.

"Bruce!" A voice said behind him. "We're here to take you in." Batman turned and saw Superman levitating a few inches off the ground behind him.

"For what?"

"You committed murder."

"I saved thousands of lives!"

"That's not my decision to make."

"I thought we both stood for justice. We may not like it, but sometimes justice comes down to death."

"So what changed when he killed hundreds of others? What changed? There are other people who cry themselves to sleep over their lost ones."

"And what would happen if you lost Lois."

"Leave her out of this."

"You understand though. Have you ever had to watch your own partners die? Had to walk up to up to your best friend and tell him his daughter isn't coming home. That you finally snapped and had to kill others?"

"This isn't up to me! You knew the rules and you broke them!" Superman yelled. "I just have to serve this country that took me in and right now, my orders are to take you in, one way or another."

Batman sighed. "Then you know which way it'll be." Superman nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

Batman grabbed the dagger as soon as Superman hit him in the chest. Batman's eyes vibrated and his ribs cracked as he flew through a building and fell to the concrete. Before he would have met his demise, he shot his grappling hook and swung into another building and crashed through glass. Blood poured from his left ear. Superman was close behind.

Batman was still gripping the dagger with such force that his knuckles were white under his gloves. Batman rolled into the street where the Justice League was on one side of the street and the villains on the other.

"Finally," Ra's al Ghul said. "You care to join us."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because," Bane said. "You took out a complete psychopath and you should be rewarded. You saved all of Gotham. If he hadn't made Poison Ivy kill Catwoman, I would not be here. I feel as though she would want us to avenge her. I suppose by us defending you, we are paying back our debts to her."

Batman was a loss for words. He was hardly believing it. He needed them and because of a affair, he would get them. This truly was a gift.

"I guess... This could be the end," Ivy said glumly. "I'm so sorry Bruce. I really thought Harley was in danger. I'm here to pay my debt to you for avenging Her. You may not now, but I hope you can forgive me someday."

Batman held up his hand. Forgiving was never a big thing for him, but he didn't want to waste time. "Ivy, if you want to live up to your word for forgiveness, become a hero. Don't ever do crime, or perhaps, I might become a killer."

She nodded. Batman looked at Ra's al Ghul. "What are you here for?"

"Joker killed my daughter and you killed him. I am in your debt."

Batman turned to Viktor. Viktor looked back and said, "I need target practice." Batman nodded. Ra's al Ghul touched Batman's shoulder.

"In order to win, you know what will have to be done."

"Yes. Don't make them suffer."

The group rose from their hiding place. They ran at the Justice League. The Justice League charged too. Batman drove the dagger into Superman's collarbone. The momentum still blew both of them into a building. Batman twisted the blade. Superman hit him in the side and broke his rib. Batman let go of the blade and fell onto some broken concrete blocks.

Superman pulled the blade out and threw it down. He kicked it away and was slowly gaining his strength. Batman tried to get up, but Superman pushed him down. It was a strong push. Proof that the kryptonite was slowly not working it's magic anymore. Superman gave a heavy kick and broke even more ribs. One of Batman's ribs punctured his intestines. He coughed up blood.

Batman rolled off the blocks and started to crawl away. Superman staggered back and then straightened up. He stomped to Batman and picked him up and threw him through the glass back into the street. The Flash laid decapitated on the ground. Ra's al Ghul was on his knees breathing hard. He rose and stumbled out of view. A little way out Aquaman and Viktor laid frozen to death next to each other. Bane was skewered on a lamp post. Wonder Woman and Poison Ivy were no where to be seen.

Superman stood over Batman's broken body. Batman looked up at him. Superman shook his head. "This is your last chance," he said grimly.

Batman gave the most painful, violent cough of blood he had ever felt. It felt like he swallowed razor blades while being unable to breathe. When he stopped, he shook his head. Sealing his fate.

Superman started to bend over, but Ra's al Ghul jumped on him and cut Superman's chest open with the kryptonite dagger. Superman roared as he shook Ra's al Ghul on the ground. Ra's al Ghul met Batman's eyes as Superman crushed his skull under his boot. Batman, despite the pain, pulled a kryptonite frag grenade and tree it a the hole in Superman's chest. The ball embedded itself in the cut. Superman started shouting no as it exploded. He was dead before the sound came from his mouth.

Batman wheezed. He had done it. Killed Superman. He had really killed him. Not even Joker could have dreamed of achieving this. Actually, now that he thought of it, Joker totally would have. Batman gave a slight chuckle thinking of the irony that he and Joker were so much alike despite having been on different sides of the law. He laughed until he died.

The only one person still alive in the street was Poison Ivy. Wonder Woman was hanging by her own rope. Ivy was sitting in exhaustion. She heard the sirens in the distance. She rose to her feet and stumbled into an alley. There were a few onlookers in the alley who backed up in fear. They scattered away from the woman covered in ivy. Ivy ran to the warehouses. She collapsed in agony from a sprained ankle. She got back up and kept running.

She disappeared.

Commissioner Gordon was sitting on his couch. He looked up at a picture of Barbara and her mother on the wall. He put his head back in his hands. He heard a knock on the door. He got up and opened it. He saw Ivy. She collapsed in his arms. He dragged her back surprised.

"What are you doing here?" Gordon yelled.

"Batman... He's... He's..."

"What happened?"

"He's dead."

"What?"

"Turn on the TV."

Gordon set her down on the couch. He turned on the TV. The news was showing a shocking coverage labeled breaking news.

BREAKING NEWS:

"The Justice League is no more. It appears the Dark Knight of Gotham is slain and so is the Man of Steel. The villains of Gotham has sided with the Dark Knight and he accepted. The whole Justice League is dead. There is news of the Teen Titans arriving to cover the destruction. Among the fallen is Bane, Ra's al Ghul, and Viktor Freeze. Gotham police suspect another villain is on the loose, but right now, there are reports saying the Prince of Arkam and his bride, former psychiatric Harleen Frances Quinzel are found dead by Gotham docks along with the Dark Knight's partners Robin and Batgirl. The Teen Titans will be collecting their leader's body as Night wing comes to take charge. It is unclear what is of the Suicide Squad now that Harleen Quinzel is officially declared dead. It also appears Selina Kyle aka Catwoman is now found dead. She was found strangled, but no sign of what killed her or who killed her. Tune in soon as officials give more coverage."

Ivy gripped Gordon's shirt sleeves. "His last words to me was to become a hero and leave my criminal life behind. He wanted me to practically take his place, but I don't know how."

Gordon crouched by her. Technically, the Teen Titans might care for her because of Batman, but they could just as well been vise versa. His cell phone rang. It was the station. Clearly for the incident. He looked back at Ivy. "Listen, I have to go, but I'll see if the Teen Titans will train you. Then you'll be of some use to me."

Poison Ivy nodded slowly. She let go of his sleeve as Gordon grabbed his jacket. He drove to the scene. It was covered in police tape. He stepped under it and saw the Teen Titans. He approached the group. They were surrounding Batman. Starfire was moving rubble, Beast Boy was a elephant helping her, Nightwing was paying homage to the Dark Knight, and Cyborg was collecting bodies. Raven was the only one not occupied with the fallen. She was examining the dead body of Superman. Gordon stood next to her.

"You must be in charge," she said not taking her eyes off the body.

"Yes."

"Why do you approach me as if I'm in charge?"

"Because you have knowledge and that's something I want to have along with trust."

"What do you want to know?"

"If you'll take someone with potential under your wing despite her past."

"Why should I?"

"Because your team is currently the only hero's we have and this girl needs a change from her past. If you train her, help her, give her a meaning, she'll be the new hero of Gotham. Batman even asked her to fill in her place."

"Who is it? Who could possibly want to change from villan to hero?"

"Poison Ivy."

Raven was quiet for a long minute. Gordon waited for her reply. "Okay. Bring her to me and I'll protect her."

Three years later...

He ran through the alley. He had been stealing purses for three years in a row. Every night. He had been known and even made it into the Gotham News on several occasions. He was known as The Snatcher. He remembered the first he stole a purse. It was the day before the Dark Knight and Superman died.

He turned the corner and ran straight into a woman. She was dressed in a green leather skirt and a green rubber bra with a green cape billowing to her ankles. She wore mossicans and she had a simple eye cover mask. It appeared to be made of poison ivy. She didn't look the least startled when he ran into her.

"Get out of the way," the man said.

"You're days are up."

He tried to push past her, but he fell on his face. A vine had snagged his foot. More wrapped around his legs and held his arms down. It burned on his skin. It was poison ivy. The woman picked up the purse that he had stole. She started to walk away when he yelled, "Who do you think you are?"

The woman stopped in her tracks and turned around and said, "I'm the antidote to the poison like you" She walked back to him and put a note in his pocket. "Give this to Gordon when he catches you."

"What does it say?"

"My name."

"What is your name?"

"Dawn"

"Aren't you Poison Ivy?"

"No, Poison Ivy made unforgivable mistakes. She learned from them and decided to change. I am someone else. My name is Dawn. Dawn," she said reassuring herself. She turned and walked away as police pulled up. She emerged from the alley way and gave the purse back to the robbed. Batman was dead. His legacy would live on as a new one began.

Dawn