A/N: This chapter includes spoilers for Season of Infamy: Shadow War mission. You've been warned. ALSO AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END IS IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ IT!

Part I: Rebecca Robinson is left to face Gotham's worst Halloween ever. One ex-Robin and one dead-Robin are running loose in Gotham with their own goals in their mind. Rebecca's mind isn't the ideal one and with the history like she has is she able to survive with out losing her sanity or life? What will happen when Clown Prince of Crime wants his toys back and even Scarecrow can't stop him? Will Rebecca be only his toy?

Chapter 4 is rated M

Romance will be a slow burn.

Broken Toys

Chapter 12 – Family

Gotham is changed to hell. I saw Firefly burning down a fire station, which is ironic I got to admit, Two-Face robbing banks, bodies nailed to a wall, Riddler sending his creepy messages and thugs shooting their guns. Like Knight's militia wasn't enough. Even Scarecrow makes his speeches occasionally. Just to make sure that we don't forget him. Like we have a choice.

Batman has been awfully quiet for some time. Banks are still robbed and fires are still started but nobody hasn't heard about him in a while. Earlier Founder's Island was freed from Knight's grip. At least the bridges went down so us, regular not-vigilantes, can move on and off the island. Since then nobody hasn't seen Batman. I overheard from couple Knight's militia that Arkham Knight is pretty pissed about his nemesis disappearance. I'm not interested about him. I have better things to do then worry about some random guy's revenge as long as it doesn't affect me.

I mean of course I want Batman to defeat Scarecrow but I can't help him much. The best thing that I can do is get out of his way.

It was Christmas. I've been here for a month now. Better cell and some of Rebecca's old stuff. I was still forced to wear prisoner's clothes but I got the freedom to wear accessorizes if I wanted. First I said no but then I realized how fun it could be. Since it was holiday and apparently it would help for my "recovery" if I would act like "normal" people during Christmas I was half allowed and half forced to wear Christmas sweater. I don't think even Rebecca would have liked this. It was bright red with a reindeer on it and it was the ugliest sweater that I had ever seen.

"Oh good, you are wearing your sweater." It was rare that Cassidy was in my cell. We had our interview in here because during Christmas some rogues went little crazy and it was banned moving patients/prisoners during holidays unless it was absolutely necessary. So Cassidy was sitting in my cell with me. She had a chair and I sat on my bunk opposite to her. It was weird having anyone in my cell. It was my home and nobody ever came there.

"Yeah. This is the weirdest fucking method I've ever seen, doc. I don't think Rebecca ever wore a Christmas sweater." I noted.

"I thought it would be nice to wear something else than your regular uniform." She smiled to me.

"And you decided that wearing the ugliest piece of clothing that you can find?" I lifted my eyebrows.

"Listen, Punch Line." She only used my name when she wanted me to listen something that she knew I won't like. "Since you have made some progress…" With that she meant that I don't slit my wrists and paint smiley faces with my blood anymore. "…you are allowed to try meet visitors now."

"Yay." I said with most sarcastic tone that I could.

"Your family really wants to meet you." Now I saw why she used my name.

"I don't have a family." I said immediately.

"Yes you do. Don't play stupid with me. They really want to meet you since it's been months when they last saw you. However we have couple rules that you need to follow."

"Yay."

"First of all you are going to be hand cuffed and there will be guards watching you all the time." She said pretending to not to hear my comment. "Second of all I expect you to know how to behave. This is your family. You may think that Rebecca is dead but I know that she is still under there and meeting her family would help your disorder."

"Relax, doc. I just got my gum back, I won't try to kill them or anything." I rolled my eyes. Now I understood the sweater. It would be less of a shock to see. Still it didn't cover my face tattoos or my scars.

"You will meet them soon. They are arriving to the asylum at the moment. I will tell them details about your disorder. Then you will meet them. Guards will help you to visitor center." She got up and left me alone in my cell. It didn't take long till guards walked me to the visitor center. I was left alone in a room with table and three chairs. I sat on one of them with my hands cuffed and other two were on the other side of the table. They were probably for Rebecca's parents.

I sat alone for a moment trying to carve smiley faces to table with my nails. It was difficult because my nails were still kept short incase I decided to rip my wrists open again.

Since I was concentrated only onto the table I didn't notice when the door opened. I didn't even notice them when they sat on their chairs.

"Grhm." Jeremy Robinson coughed to get my attention. He wasn't a tall man. Only muscular for working as a police in Metropolis.

"Ou." I only said. I didn't carve the table anymore. I wasn't sure what to do.

"The doctor told us about your disease." Rachel Robinson said quietly. She was a small woman and I remember her to be quite fragile. Rebecca was always careful around her after Robert's murder.

I didn't say anything. I only observed their expressions. It must be a shock to see their daughter like this. They didn't know that Rebecca was dead.

We all just sat quietly there full five minutes. Nobody knew what to say.

"Is the food okay here?" It was so typical of Rachel to ask about food. She used to call Rebecca every day to make sure that she ate something.

"I guess. I get my own food since I'm separated from others." I said keeping eye contact.

"So you haven't meet any other patients here?" Jeremy made sure.

"Nope." Long answers weren't my thing at the moment.

"Good." Another awkward pause.

"So, how's the patient interviews?" Jeremy tired.

"You know; I go in, doc asks some questions and I go back to my cell." I needed to keep it cool.

"You live in cell?" Rachel frightened.

"Yes. I tried to bite somebody's hand off and I'm wearing a suicide collar because I decorated my old cell." I spitted out. I was aware of the window next to us. I was sure that Cassidy was observing us even though I wasn't able to see her.

"You tried to bite somebody's hand off…" Rachel repeated weakly. She irritated me.

"Yes. You heard right. I also still have broken bones, sometimes I throw up my food and oh, most importantly I have insane dead clown in my head telling me several ways to murder someone." As I talked I saw how Rachel's face washed out of color. "And the only reason that I haven't done anything is because he wanted me to do it. And I'm not taking orders from anyone."

"Rebecca…" Jeremy tried. Wrong move.

"I'm not Rebecca. I assume that Cassidy told you that much. She is dead. Killed by him. I'm Punch Line and I'm not your daughter. I'm not under your control. You are weak parents. You shut her out after little Robert kicked the bucket. You shut all of your kids out. Sweet Rebecca moved out and started toy with wannabe gangs and ended up in prison. How are you other kids? Like the new bee. Wasn't she called Roberta? What a better way to name your kids than after her dead big brother? Must make wonders to her when she grows older. I mean look at what happened to Rebecca."

Rachel started crying and Jeremy tried to comfort his wife and keep his poker face. Neither of them tried to stop me.

"How are Ray and Ronald? Are they cutting or perhaps into drugs? Or maybe both? Why have one when you can have both? Kids grow up so fast. It takes only a moment for them to grow up from playing spies to transferring to shop lifting. Or are they just trying their best to hold on and then move away as afast as possible?"

"Rebecca, you are not thinking straight." Jeremy tried to stop me.

"OF COURSE I'M NOT THINKING STRAIGHT! I'M FUCKING MANIAC, PSYCHO, CRAZY, WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT. Shut your big fat mouth and listen for once. REBECCA IS DEAD!" I shouted. I was tired to pretend calm and collective. This shit isn't worth it.

"Please." Rachel's voice was weaker than a whisper and I ignored her completely.

"Oh, get some fucking balls. You aren't the one who is locked in a fucking cell and forced to eat whatever pill that someone gives. You aren't the one who was tortured six months. You don't have tattoos or scars or burning marks. You aren't marked to be his property." I violently removed my stupid sweater shoving my tattoos and scars in all of their glory. I got a glimpse at myself in the window. I had faded green hair which looked like a cat more than actual hair. I was grey and bruises and scars covered my skin. And all I saw was his marks.

Apparently Cassidy has enough since almost at the same second as I got my shirt of guards entered the room capturing me. But damage was done. Rebecca's parents did see him in me.

Later that same evening Cassidy came back to my cell. I was surprised because I was still in the same cell than before and I also got to keep my stuff.

"You have a package waiting for you." She said. She opened little locker and put a package there before she left. I opened my side of the locker and saw a small packet. It was covered with wrapping paper and a bow.

All though clearly saw that it was opened already and then closed again I was curious. It passed the security check but the important question was who was stupid enough to send me a gift. I ripped the wrapping paper off. It was a book.

"A book? I was expecting something more exiting. But a book?" I mumbled. I noticed a card inside the packet. I picked it up. It was simple Christmas card with a white snowy landscape in it. I opened it and found with a beautiful handwriting words "Hope, this helps. Sincerely Richard Grayson".

Dick is on his way to Wayne Tower. He and Bruce already took down Penguin and Bruce sounded like he is planning to quit after this night. It is a scary though. Dick can't imagine Gotham without its Dark Knight. What is going to happen to Gotham if Scarecrow wins?

Dick reaches Wayne Tower and enters in. He sees Lucius working on some project of his but interrupts his work when he sees Dick.

"Mister Grayson. How can I help you?" Lucius stands up.

"Did you find anything about Raven?" Dick asks.

"As a matter of fact I did, Mister Grayson." Lucius hands his tablet to Dick. Dick looks at it and sees Raven sitting in middle of her cell at the same position as when he found her first time. She is meditating with her eyes close but she is facing the camera so she clearly knows that she is being watched.

"Well, fill me in." Dick says.

"She isn't in any database but I managed to find something. Around the world it's been reports of female assassins. Most of them are about Shiva and some are suspected to be even about Talia al Ghul but I found some rare pictures of this Raven right here. I also found out that she is often used by those who have power but don't want to share it to kill some big names. I'm sorry for lack of information. This was more Miss Gordon's specialty and she has really been undercover."

"Can I see those pictures?" Dick asks handing the tablet back to Lucius.

"Yes, of course. Just give me a moment." Lucius quickly writes something on the tablet before showing Dick a picture of some government's men in a cold climate.

"What am I looking at?" Dick asks seeing nothing special about the picture.

"This was the president of Finland. He was assassinated ten years ago. Killer used special kind poison arrow. It's one of the deadliest venoms on the earth. President was shot in the chest during live tv with a shot that seemed impossible. Green Arrow commented that he knew nobody else than him who was able to perform that shot. This picture is taken moments before the arrow killed the president. If you take a closer look at the corner you can see this." Lucius increases the picture and Dick is able to see unclear imagine of a small black figure. The picture is unclear and he can't even tell if the figure is a he or a she.

"This is only seen a second before figure disappears. The killer was never caught. But the arrow is identical to the arrows that Raven is carrying."

"Ten years ago? That means that she was about ten years old. Maybe younger. How is that possible?" Dick asks.

"You were about the same age when you started." Lucius reminds.

"Yeah, I guess…" Holy shit! "If she has been killing country leaders since she's been ten there is no way that I was able to catch her that easily." Dick craps the tablet from Lucius. He switches to the camera that watches Raven and sees only smoke. "Shit! Lucius take cover. She has escaped."

"Too slow." Raven is holding her arrow next to Lucius' neck. "This is one of those, oh so poisons arrows that were used to kill that corrupted scum. One cut through his skin and he is gone. I would think you next move very carefully."

"Relax Lucius. I got this." Dick takes his escrima sticks out.

"Sure, birdie. As long as you remember that your friend's life is in danger."

"What do you want?" Dick asks trying to bluff some time.

"Robin's location." Raven says.

Well that's not going happen. "As the rest of the world."

"Does rest of the world have a poison arrow on your friend's throat?"

"Well they usually give up easier but don't worry, you'll join that club soon."

"Where is Robin?" Raven demands. Her arrow is dangerously close to Lucius throat but it still isn't breaking the skin.

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Liar!" Dick notices that her accent gets thicker when she gets angry. "You don't know how much its depending on this."

"I would guess a lot of money but call me old fashioned." Now Dick is interested. He sees that his opportunity is close.

"If I show you, will you tell me where Robin is?" Raven says. "This situation is a dead end. You are not going to give me what I need and I'm going to kill this man. Then you will do anything that you can to hunt me down and drag Batman into this. Innocent blood will be spilled."

"You have…"

"…a valid point?" Raven suggests.

"I was gonna say an optimistic view what's gonna happen if you kill Lucius but sure, let's go with your idea." Dick says.

"So we have a deal?" Raven asks.

"I suppose we do. At least now." Dick lowers his escrima sticks at the same time when Raven lets Lucius go. Dick helps Lucius to sit down.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Lucius whispers so Raven can't hear him.

"I always do. But if you can don't mention this to Batman." Dick winks before turning around.

"Are we going or not?" Raven crosses her arms.

"Yes, part of being a good person is making sure that hostages are okay."

Raven only snorts before turning around and going to balcony. She stops to wait Dick and then jumps opening her arms like a bird.

Dick jumps right after her. Fresh air makes Dick feel good and the illusion of flying makes it even better. They land on top of a building and before Raven can move forward Dick stops her.

"This better be worth it. I'm a busy person." Dick reminds Raven.

"Believe me, this is worth it. It's matter of Gotham changing to warzone." Raven's eyes are dead serious.

"In case you missed the news, it already is." Dick addresses the city around them.

"This is nothing compared to what's coming." Raven says.

Like it is a que, giant explosion happens. Thick smoke spreads around the city. The wave is so powerful that it makes them both stagger.

"Oh no." Raven's eyes are widen when she looks around them.

"Scarecrows toxin." Dick says. Thick cloud of toxin covers Gotham's streets. Dick hears screaming all around him since hundreds of thugs are trapped to the streets. Only tallest buildings are safe. Raven and he were lucky. Toxin is just below them.

"How? I never seen anything like this?" Raven whispers. "It looks like it is alive."

Dick must to admit that she is right. The gas glows slightly orange and it movements make it look like a living being. Thugs' screams sound obtuse and ghostly.

"Welcome to Gotham… The City of Fear." Scarecrow's voice says darkly.

"I can't… I can't show you. It's under that toxin." Raven says. "It's even more urgent than I thought."

"We don't have a deal then." Dick says looking down at Raven.

"I… I need to tell you. It's too important." Raven looks unsure about herself.

"I'm all ears." Dick raises his eyebrows.

Raven looks around her before opening her mouth. "I'm part of League of Assassins. One of the top assassins and Talia's personal guards. Since Ra's al Ghul died back in the Arkham City the league haven't been like it used to. Of course Ra's' body was saved and some of us tried to bring him back. Because Batman destroyed Lazarus almost completely it was only possible to bring him half back. He is like a zombie and only thing that is keeping him alive is remains of the pit pumping straight to his bloodstream.

"But problems were far from over. We lost many in Arkham City. We couldn't bring back Talia. League was falling apart without its leader. Then Nyssa came back." Raven bursts.

"Hang on a second. Do you mean Nyssa Raatko?" Dick interrupts.

"Yes. She came back. But she didn't want to recreate her father. So league divided to two. Loyalists are trying to recreate their leader and rebels are on Nyssa side. She wants to take over the league and destroy the pit." Raven tells.

"And that's bad because?"

"Because league is having a full out war in your dear city. They will not quit until other side is completely taken down. And that means lot of casualties on both side and civilians."

"Let's say I believe you. That league is having a civil war. Who side you are on?" Dick asks sharply.

"Before this I was gone a long time. Nyssa is ready to leave Gotham if Batman says so. That's not right. League belongs anywhere where corruption and criminals are. But she has a point. Ra's comes out crazier every time when he enters the pit."

"That's not an answer." Dick points out.

"That's all you are going to get." Her accent thickens again. "It needs to be stopped."

"Why would you care if innocents die? And how's this is connected to Robin?" Dick isn't ready to trust her.

"Because if this war rages on longer it's gonna destroy the whole league. You are detective's eldest son. His first choice as his heir. At the moment you are my best change to end this."

"I'm gonna ignore that last part. I still need more evidence." Dick still isn't convinced.

"You're going to get some." Raven says as she jumps to next building leaving Dick no other choice than following her.

A/N: So this is my Christmas present to you all. I had kinda festive theme in flashback. Rebecca's past is starting to unravel and she is almost ready for next phase. New mysteries are surrounding Raven.

IMPORTANT PART: As you probably know at the end of Shadow War mission you can choose to either destroy the machine that is keeping Ra's alive and leaving Nyssa in charge of the league or you can give Ra's his cure making him to possible to kill Nyssa and claiming his league back. Because this is (most likely) last Arkham game the option is leaved completely to the player. If you can leave a review telling which option do you want me to write in this story. I have a vague idea on both of them and I really need help to decide which option I'm going to go. So if you possibly can, leave a review telling me your opinion. It can only be something simple like "I want Ra's to be in charge" or "I hope that Nyssa becomes the new leader". I really value your opinion. You can vote freely as many times you like and as long until I tell otherwise. Thank you!