A/N: Oh look, guess who is back from the dead. I have not abandoned this story, which I know is surprising.

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 and agendas. Rebecca's mind isn't the ideal one to begin with and with a history like she has... Will she be able to survive without losing her sanity or her life? What will happen when Clown Prince of Crime wants his toys back and even Scarecrow can't stop him? Will Rebecca end up just being a toy to dead man's legacy?

Chapter 4 - Joke is rated M.

Romance will be a slow burn. (And I do mean slow.)

Broken Toys

Chapter 16 - Lost

Jason Todd has a lot of bad memories in his life. Often person's worst fears come from those terrible memories but for Jason he doesn't see how his father tried to sell him so he would pay his depth to mafia. Jason also doesn't see how his parents are executed in front of his eyes. He doesn't see any memories from his life at the streets of Gotham. He doesn't even see how Bruce turned his back to him or how Joker and after his death Harley Quinn tortured him and broke him. No. All that Jason sees is loneliness, how everything is chaos and nothing makes sense and he is all alone. Everyone who were important are either dead or abandoned him. Jason's worst fear isn't Joker or memories of his torture. Jason's worst fear is being completely alone and the worst part is, that it has already happened. Jason is alone. He has no-one left to support him. Barbara wanted to lie to him and tell that she cares, that Bruce cares but Jason knows better. They are lying. They see a lost child, not Jason.

Nobody sees Jason. He isn't a lost child or a commander with a private army or a toy on an alley. He is only Jason. Crane wants to use him to defeat Batman but Jason doesn't care. He doesn't care about Gotham or anything. He doesn't even care about the Joker. He is dead and gone no thanks to Bruce.

Bruce. Once that name meant a father figure. Someone who believed in him and helped him to rise from streets of Gotham. Bruce trained him, even raised him. And he left him die. Not only that, he didn't avenge him. Bruce stood by and let The Joker continue his killing claiming that it was wrong to kill. The fact is that every single person that The Joker killed… that blood is also in Bruce's hands.

Actually, that is wrong. It would have been better if Bruce did nothing. But he picked Replacement. Another young boy who he would turn into soldier. Maybe Replacement will also die in battle tonight. Jason hired assassin to kill him. His life means nothing to Jason. Just like Jason's life means nothing to Bruce.

Jason isn't even angry for Bruce not saving him and letting him die. He angry because after everything that The Joker has done to him, to Barbara, to everyone in Gotham he still lets The Joker live. Bruce still thinks he should have saved The Joker from his death even after he killed Thalia.

When Jason finally gets grip from reality he is surprised how little has happened. His military has stayed loyal and even found Commissioner Gordon for him. Jason knows Bruce will show up soon. He has already lost one ally tonight, he doesn't want to lose another.

It doesn't matter. Jason will welcome Bruce gladly. He has his plan ready waiting for him in the tunnels. He would only need to wait for him to come.

Jason is slightly touched that his military forces has stayed loyal. He handpicked the members, all people who had nothing until Jason gave them a purpose by becoming the Arkham Knight.

By a miracle I was able to break out from the locker. This time prison break wasn't as grand scale than back at the asylum. I wondered where Harley was. She was also just another one of his victims after all. And I could still remember her kind words. Hopefully, after his death she would be able to come to her senses. Unlikely, I know but one could only hope.

But now wasn't the best time wonder about dangerous criminals. Or actually it was but focusing on the current crazies and very real lunatics in this very building rather than ghosts from the past. Dick had disappeared leaving no trace for me to find. Most of the place was fully locked and only other humans that I could find were lying dead on the ground.

Maybe it was Punch Line's work but corpses didn't startle me anymore. I was able to look at them dead in the eyes and feel nothing. It felt like Sam Rackel was killed a life time ago. So much has happen to me since then. I am not the same person that I used to be. I survived and learning from my mistakes but with what prize.

'Morbid much? At least I'm still here, bitch.'

Of course it was Punch Line. Every single time when it seems like matters can't get any worse she appears.

'I missed you too. But we have to get out of this mess. Or do you still wanna die?'

I decided to ignore her and hope that she woulf go away. Someday it will work.

'Yeah but today ain't that day. Besides we have bigger problems.'

Panic lifts its evil head when I hear footsteps. Quickly I jumped to empty locker and closed the door. I could still see outside from the crap but no-one could hopefully be able to spot me from my hiding place. The person who was coming walked calmly without a hurry in their step. It seemed unlikely that they were being chased and I was fairly certain that the person was alone. I tried to breathe as quietly as I could trying to catch a glimpse of the person I was dealing with.

Unfortunately luck was not on my side. I heard how the person stopped and before I could do anything they opened the door of my hiding place, pulled me out and threw me to the floor. Before I could properly react or even scream the person was on top of me pressing me down trying to trap me there.

'Oh hell no, mister.' For a moment Punch Line and I become one and the same kicking the attacker away and crawling back up. I or Punch screamed like a wild animal and jumped against the attacker. At this point I have registered that I was dealing with a male, who was larger than me but not in their greatest shape giving me a chance.

The man cursed when I hit him knees first to the chest causing us both to crash to the floor. I kicked and screamed and bit and yelled using everything that I had. It was probably attracting unwanted attention but I had no time to consider that. The man fought back finally getting an upper hand and crushing me with his body.

"Time to die, sweetling." He started to strangle me. I tried to scream and rip his arms away from my throat but it didn't help. I couldn't breathe. My vision was turning to black. I was going to die.

That was the first time that I directly killed someone. I have no memory of it but later I was told what happened. Apparently I had managed to free myself form the man's grip by trying to rip his eyes out. As soon as I was free I started hitting him, beating him with new power that I never knew I had. The footage shows that the man was scared and tried to escape but I chased him and ripped his throat with my teeth and hands killing him. Then Nightwing appeared to the scene finding me sitting next to the body fully relapsed to being Punch Line. She was uncharacteristically serious, sitting calmly, singing under her breath and observing the bloody mess of a body. She had drawn smiley faces with the blood, then wiped them away when she noticed Nightwing.

"Am I a monster?" She asked and started giggling. Before Nightwing could react properly to the sight in front of him, I passed out.

Later I learned that the man who I killed was one of the inmates, called Kevin Martin. He had committed multiple crimes but I had still killed him. Whether or not I had killed a bad man didn't matter, I had ripped his throat open, fully becoming what he had created in me, a killer. I could add him to the list of deaths that I had caused. That Punch Line and I had caused.

Dick is alone again. Raven, Ayda, whatever she is called left to investigate some lead. She said that she will contact him when she finds something useful and promised to leave Tim alone for now. Knight probably has bigger problems in his hands at the moment anyway.

Lucky for Dick, this is Gotham and something always goes wrong. Just when he was having a calm, quiet patrol around Gotham Bay, feeling all nostalgic about being back here again, an airship crashes from the sky to the bay. Dick recognizes that it is Iron Heights prison airship and immediately realizes the potential threat.

"Bruce, you've got a problem. A big one. You heard of Iron Heights? The prison airship? Yeah, well it just fell out of the sky, crashed in Gotham Bay. You could have casualties. Or escapees." Dick says to his com.

"Meet me there." Bruce answers immediately. Dick sees the batmobile driving past him and curses the old man. Bruce is going to be there way before than he is.

"I'm here." It doesn't take long before Bruce announces.

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Sans cape, remember?" Dick answers rolling his eyes.

"Iron Heights Penitentiary. What do we know?" Bruce is as serious as ever.

"What can I say, imagine the worst prison in the world." Dick checks his intel of horrific tales that he has on Iron Heights.

"That bad?"

"No. But it's still pretty bad. What I can't figure out is what it's been doing in Gotham airspace. Must've picked someone up we don't know about." Dick deduces.

"I'm going in."

"See you inside, Bruce." As talkative as ever, Dick thinks. He arrives to the airship. It doesn't take long for him to find his way in. The first thing he notices is one of the guards ripped in half. Must be Killer Croc's work.

"Nightwing. This ship was holding Waylon Jones, he's on the loose." Bruce announces.

"Yeah, I figured. I found a guard, well, half of one." Dick answers.

"Keep moving, we need to find him, fast." Way to state the obvious.

Dick makes his way through the prison occasionally finding dead guards or scared inmates in their prison cells. The atmosphere is claustrophobic keeping Dick on his toes trying to spot anything even remotely resembling Croc.

"Nightwing, make your way to my location now." Bruce's voice says in the con.

"Croc?" Dick asks checking his location.

"He's got the warden." Bruce reports.

"I'm on the way." Dick says when he figures the quickest route. He makes his way to prison's gym dropping in right when Bruce enters the room.

"Need a little help?" Dick asks when inmates start running in. As per usual Bruce is his silent brooding self and together they take down the room full of attacking prisoners. Dick decides to keep the light tone and tries not to think about their last conversation when taking Penguin down.

"Taking the warden, why not just kill him and escape?" Bruce wonders when the last man is knocked out.

"Maybe he likes a long lunch." The sad part is that Dick is half-serious.

"Hey Batman, I'm in the control room." Guard's voice says from above.

Dick lets Bruce lead the way to inside. "The prisoners have been dealt with, you're safe." Bruce says when he enters the room where the guard is located.

"Man, thank you. When I heard those cells unlock, I thought that was it." The guard looks still scared but relieved.

"I need access to that door." Bruce demands bluntly.

"Good luck. It uses keycards, two-man rule. As soon as this bird took a nose dive outta the sky, they bailed. Lucky bastards." The guard informs them.

"I'll find them. Nightwing, I'm going after the keycards. Work on getting the survivors off this ship." Bruce says, now talking to Dick.

You got it. I'll check the database, make sure we don't miss anyone." Dick walks past of Bruce and the guard to the control panels. The guard follows to help him, leaving Bruce by himself. Dick guesses his getting more information from Alfred but soon to Dick's surprise he returns to see what he and the guard are doing.

"I dunno, I'm no expert, but I think he's gonna eat him, Batman." The guard says while checking the computer.

With that Bruce leaves.

"He is not much of a talker, isn't he?" The guard asks from Dick.

"Talking isn't his strongest suit." Dick jokes. "I've accessed internal security. That'll take you right back out the way you came in." Dick says through coms to Bruce. This should save some time.

"Is he always like that?" The guard asks.

"Yeah not always funniest being around him really." Dick confesses. "I'll go and help the survivors. You stay here out of troupe." Dick says to the guard before leaving the room. He contacts Cash so GCPD can help him with the survivors to get them to safety.

He has left the ship to help Cash out when Bruce calls; "Nightwing, I've got the keycards. What's your status?" Bruce soon asks through coms.

"I'm working with Cash getting everyone back to GCPD."

"When you're done return to the ship. Croc's not getting away." Bruce says before quitting the call. Dick does as he is asked and soon meets up with Bruce in the control room. He is already there when Dick enters taking the keycards out.

"What took you?" Bruce asks without turning his head. He is standing back at the door but of course he hears when Dick enters.

"Aw, you miss me." Dick teases and catches one of the keycards when Bruce throws it. Together they activate them and open the security door.

A/N: Oh look it's been like a year. Sorry for not updating this thing like ever but to be fair I have been working on some other stuff. I will continue with this story, updates will be very slow but I want to finish this god dammit. Chapters will most likely be shorter, around this long. Summer holiday is almost here so maybe I'll be able to update more often.

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