A/N: What do you mean I didn't update during summer?

Part 1: 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 loosing 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 slow burn. (And I do mean slow.)

Broken Toys

Chapter 17 - Release

Raven starts to think that this is hopeless. She has been investigating the city for who knows how long finding nothing. Truth to be told this is getting pretty annoying. At least Gotham is now free from fear gas only leaving piles of bodies rot to the streets. Every now and then The Riddler would stop by in a telecast mocking the dark knight but otherwise it seems to be unusually quiet and peaceful for Gotham.

Raven is very frustrated. She has no clue how to progress and she hasn't even started to think about the civil war that the league is suffering. Raven doesn't know where she stands. She has been away for too long. Her mother is dead, her aunt is leading the Rebels, rest of the league is surrounding the creature that is left from Ra's and Raven is completely clueless on how to proceed. She doesn't know who to support, her grandfather or her aunt who both have cared nothing of her. Shiva has distanced herself leaving Raven alone.

Immediately when Raven arrived back to Gotham Loyalists contacted her to meet her grandfather. They demanded that she would stay loyal to Ra's and would help the league to find the last piece of Lazarus pit left in Gotham. How she could do that, they didn't say but it became very clear that she would not be welcomed if Raven wouldn't be a good granddaughter and help grandpa to make his comeback from the dead. Again.

Raven tries to think of what her mother, Talia Al Ghul, would want. Truth to be told, Raven didn't know her at all. She knows that they look very alike, or looked anyway. Raven isn't certain should she mourn for her or not. She was her mother but only by biologically. Raven wasn't even good enough to be heir to her precious grandfather. Never good enough, was Raven's childhood motto. She laughs dryly. Another tragic story in Gotham, how original.

As far as Raven can see she has two options. Either she should search for her assassination target and not get Knight angry or she should figure out her place in the cursed league. Frankly she just wants to walk away but she doesn't know where. What would she even do? All she knows is how to kill. Maybe she could set up a shop instead somewhere far away.

Instead of doing any of the above, Raven brakes in to GCPD's upper floors. She quickly finds the cybercrime department and hacks into their system. Raven was never the best hacker so she knows she doesn't have much time before someone will find her and shut her down. It's practically a miracle that Raven managed to find a computer that still works. Gotham has truly turned into a nightmare.

Raven types Rebecca Robinson's name to criminal data base. Immediately she finds the one she is looking for. Raven clicks to open her record. It shows a photo of extremely pale, dangerously skinny girl with bright green hair, Glasgow smile and many bad tattoos. Rebecca rose to quite a fame back in the day. First she was wrongly shipped to Arkham City when she was still under aged later causing an outcry from the public. Her case was used by many protesters before word from her conditions got out. Apparently Strange had given the girl to The Joker to play with. And play with her he did. The girl on the pictures looked nothing like Rebecca Robinson before that.

Raven reads the list of her crimes. It seems that the court left her off pretty easy considering what she was accused off. No doubt damage control after the Arkham City fiasco.

Something about the girl fascinated Raven. Without The Joker she was truly ordinary. Just another rebelling teenager who got in over their heads. Not particularly smart or charismatic. But Raven still needs her.

Okay, maybe needs is too strong word. Raven doesn't need her or anyone on that matter. But she will be useful to Raven. Or at least she better be. What a useless girl. Maybe that's why The Joker took an interest in her. Maybe he saw an easy blank state victim that he could twist to his will. Or maybe he was just bored.

Piece by piece Raven starts form a plan. Maybe she couldn't find Robin but she knows who could. Rebecca Robinson is just a huge Chekov's gun waiting to go off and Raven will help her with that. She seems to be mysteriously close all the key players in Gotham and if something were to happen to her…

It doesn't take long from Raven to locate Robinson. She is alone in a new ridiculous outfit, standing on a roof top. Raven doesn't see a reason to come quietly. Robinson is just an ordinary girl. No challenge to a trained assassin like herself.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here." Raven says walking closer.

Robinson startles and turns around to face her. She has added the amount of makeup and she is wearing a domino mask in a pathetic attempt to cover her identity. Maybe it would have fooled someone who doesn't know her but it didn't fool Raven.

"What do you want?" Robinson asks. She is serious and doesn't look scared. There are probably few things in the world that actually scare her after the Joker.

Raven clicks her tongue. "Didn't the Joker teach you any manners while he was at it?"

Finally a reaction. Robinson's face harshens, her voice is lower when she talks. "Wasn't my last time beating you enough?"

Oh Raven remembers that. She underestimated the little bitch and Robinson managed to surprise her. It wouldn't happen again. "Last time you had someone else to finish the job for you."

Raven closes to Robinson, forces her to the ground and locks her arm in a painful position. Robinson tries to pull up a fight but Raven shuts her down easily. "Where is your knight in shining armor now?"

"Fuck. You." Robinson spits. Raven pulls her arm earning a cry of pain from her prisoner.

"Look, we can do this either the easy way or the hard way. Your choice." Raven explains.

"You haven't even told me what you want." Robinson mutters through her clenched teeth.

"Look, for some reason you seem to know lot of important people in this city. I just need you to point me in the right direction." Raven thinks about breaking some of her fingers. Unnecessary but fun. "I just need to know where Robin is."

Robinson's eyes widen as if she just remembered something important.

"So you do know where he is." Raven says satisfied.

"Go to hell." Robinson isn't giving up yet. It's okay. Raven knows many ways to get people talk.

"Wrong answer." Raven twists Robinson's arm. This time she doesn't let a sound only biting her lip. "Changed your mind yet?" Raven asks.

"You can't get me to talk." Robinson sounds ragingly sure of herself.

"Want to bet?" With one swift move Raven dislocates her shoulder. Robinson whimpers but still doesn't let noise escape through her teeth. Raven lifts her up only to throw her to the ground again. Robinson tries to get back to her feet while Raven walks closer to her similarly how a lion walks closer to their prey when it's about to die. Raven kicks Robinson easily back to her knees and then forces her to fall face first to the ground. Raven pushes Robinson to her back and sits on top of her. When Robinson tries to hit her Raven easily captures her wrists and forces them back to the ground. She positions her knees so that Robinson can't move her hands. She kicks and screams from fury but nothing can help her. Raven takes her time, carefully choosing one of her knives. She traces Robinson's lips, nose, cheeks and other facial structures with it not yet leaving a mark.

"How about we try this again. I asked you a question, B."

Robinson spits to her face. Raven pushes her other leg so that it causes pain to Robinson's dislocated shoulder. Her face twists but still no cry from pain.

"So be it. Don't say I didn't leave you an option." Raven says. She thoughtfully thinks where to start. "How about we finish what your creator started." Raven forces Robinson's mouth open and places her knife to its corner right where her old scars start. Slowly Raven starts to cut through Robinson's cheek. Even if the girl wants to scream she isn't able to. Her new wound bleeds so heavily that Robinson nearly chokes to it. After Raven is done with her right cheek she tries again.

"Have you changed your mind yet about talking?" Raven smiles sweetly.

Robinson choughs up blood. It seems to be difficult to her to talk. Maybe Raven should have started somewhere else.

"You seriously think you can get me to talk don't you?" Robinson laughs. She coughs again. "You think you can hurt me in ways I can't even imagine? You think you can break me?"

"Everyone has a breaking point." Raven says casually. She positions her knife and carves open Robinson's left cheek. The blood is everywhere.

"You can't break something that is already broken. Have you forgotten who I am? What I've been through?" Robinson has to stop to spit some blood out. "Honey, I have felt pain. You don't have his smile."

Despite everything the bitch manages to laugh. She quickly has to stop to cough but starts again. The laughter has maniacal pitch to it.

Raven slaps her blooding her hand. It isn't enough to stop the dammed laughter.

Robinson spits to Raven's face again. This time she hits her eyes with her bloodied spit managing to blind Raven. It takes her by surprise and she releases her hands automatically to wipe the spit away but Robinson uses this to her advantage. She twists away from Raven's hold and hits Raven face first to the roof. Raven quickly recovers and jumps back to her feet. She sees Robinson about a three feet away from her, holding a gun to Raven's face. The girl is covered in blood but the gun in her hand is real. Raven doesn't know where she got it but Robinson is too far from her to Raven safely unarm her. She slowly lifts her hands.

"Drop the knife, bitch." Robinson says. She doesn't seem to be bothered by her shoulder or by her face wounds.

Raven does as she says, seeing no other option.

"Now rest of your weapons. And no funny business. Don't think I won't shoot you." Robinson demands.

First Raven places her bow and then quiver to the ground. It would be useless to try and shoot Robinson. Raven has to think something else.

"I know you have more weapons." Robinson points out. Slowly Raven removes the knives from her boots but doesn't touch those on her sleeves.

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Disarm all of your weapons or I put a bullet between your eyes." Robinson isn't fooled.

Raven does as she is asked. When finally she has no more weapons hidden Robinson seems happy.

"Now back away. Slowly. Keep your hands so I can see them. And turn around." Robinson commands.

Full of rage Raven does as she said. She walks to the edge of the building. She can see the scum of Gotham rioting on the road. She wonders if Robinson is planning to kill her and push her down.

"Stay where you are." Robinson says. Raven deduces that Robinson has also backed away from her.

"Happy now, puppet?" Raven says her voice full of venom.

Single gunshot is heard. Raven feels pain on her left calf. She nearly falls off the roof but manages not to. Instead she lands on her ass, holding her leg.

"You fucking…" Raven yells.

"Sorry," Robinson says without looking sorry at all. "I can't allow you to follow me."

Raven briefly sees how Robinson has taken her weapons before she disappears from the roof.

Raven screams from fury, cursing the little animal. It doesn't matter, she reassures herself. Robinson has lost too much blood. She can't get far. Raven will have her revenge. Either that or she bleeds to death or someone else in Gotham kills her.

It has been months since my first proper murder. Punch Line had stayed quiet after that. My medicine was working, therapy helped. Doctors said I was getting better, healing.

I was not so sure of that. I didn't feel like I was healing. Actually, I felt like shit. And I tried to explain that but no one seemed to listen.

"So, Rebecca. We've been thinking relocating you." Dr. Cassidy said casually observing me.

"Where?" I asked warily.

"Since your progress has been exceptional, the board has decided to release you from our care. Congratulations, Rebecca. You are officially cured." Dr. Cassidy said. She managed to keep her professionalism.

"What? No! I can't go back there." I said. Truth to be told, I wasn't surprised. I knew this was coming. I was a touchy subject and the department that I was in was ridiculously overloaded. The asylum was desperate to free some space.

"Look, Rebecca. I know this will not be easy for you. But as long as you take your medications and agree to weekly meetings with me you will be fine. You will be under surveillance at first but I am sure you will do fine." Dr. Cassidy said. She looked apologetic and I understood that this decision was not one that she recommended.

"Where will I go? I have nothing. I have no one." I said looking at my hands. My old apartment must have been rented to someone else already. I was not going back to my parents. They hated me.

"Actually, Mr. Wayne has paid you apartment for a year now. Mr. Grayson has promised to help you settle in." Dr. Cassidy's face gave nothing away.

"You must be joking right?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Pack your things. Mr. Grayson is already waiting." Dr. Cassidy said finishing the meeting. She stood up to leave but at the last moment she turned and gave me a weak smile and mouthed good luck.

With that I was left alone. No more guards to help me to my room. Instead I walked silently, taking my time, looking around the place that was closest thing to my home. What if I broke again? What if I hurt someone else?

My room was nearly empty. It took me five minutes to gather my things. I carried them on my arms. I realized an awkward issue. I had no other clothes expect those that the asylum let me wear.

When I arrived to the lobby I was handed official document that said I was cured. I was given some directions and orders but most of them went in and out of my ears. I didn't feel like I was real. I felt like this was a dream. I didn't notice when I was handed some clothes, I didn't remember when I put them on, I didn't feel when I was walked outside. My classy eyes just looked forward seeing nothing.

"Rebecca? Rebecca, are you okay?" My eyes snapped to a familiar face. Deep blue eyes were staring at me worryingly. I blinked couple times trying to get a grip on reality.

I opened my mouth but words didn't come out so I closed it. Instead I just nodded trying to register Richard Grayson's kind face.

"Let me get that." He took my bag from me that I didn't remember having. He opened the door for me letting me to sit next to the driver's seat. In a minute Dick started the car and drove us off.

"Bee…" Dick started. It must have been that nickname that finally allowed me to talk.

"I'm fine. Or as fine as I can be I guess. This is just… this just feels weird." My voice was raspy but at least I was talking.

"I know. But you will do fine. You have a place to stay and I have a job for you when you feel like starting to function again." Dick said. He kept his eyes on the road. It was early morning and surprisingly not raining. I couldn't remember when the last time that I saw Gotham.

"How did you get me a job? Wait, actually don't tell me. I don't want to know." Probably uncle Bruce had paid for it just like my new apartment.

Dick laughed. "The owner owned me a favor. He wasn't happy but hired you never the less. You will be working in a diner when you are ready."

I stayed quiet for some time looking at the waking city around us. "Look, Dick, I appreciate all of this but…"

"Hey, listen to me, Bee. You've been through a lot. You will be through a lot in the future. I just want to make it as easy to you as I can. Okay? That's what friends are for." Dick said with a kind serious voice.

I was taken by a surprise. He had never called us friends. I didn't know I had friends. Slowly, I felt a smile creeping to my face.

"That's the spirit." Dick smiled too.

Maybe he was right. My battle was far from over but at least now I had hope. The Gotham morning had never looked so beautiful to me before.

A/N: Would you look at that I'm back again with a new chapter. Thank you for sticking up with me. I think we are finally, fucking finally getting to the meat of the story. Flashbacks are nearly over just like the main game and part 1 of this story. Of course Rebecca will still have to survive her err... new facial update and reunite with Jason. I'm planning to do only two part story and all will be updated to this fic so no worries. I am also planning to try and update more often. Maybe once a month? Lets say at least once a month is my new goal.

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