A/N: Flashback sequence contains detailed descriptions of self-harm. If you are afraid that this will trigger you I would recommend skipping 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 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.)

Contains detailed description of graphic violence, strong language and descriptions of mental illnesses and self-harming.

Broken Toys

Chapter 19 - Breaking

Jason's militia is manhandling Jim Gordon. He has to admit the man is stronger than he looks. Of course Bruce is nearby, only a matter of seconds when he will pop up and try to save his friend. Jason lands just as Bruce is about to free Gordon.

"Turn around." He says.

Bruce does as told and turns to look at the man who stands couple feet away holding him at gunpoint.

"Who are you?" Bruce asks. Jason can't believe it. He still hasn't figured it out it seems. World's greatest detective stumbles to recognize his old team-mate. Jason must have never meant much to him.

"You really have no idea, do you, Bruce?" Jason removes the mask with a push of a button. Bruce's eyes immediately go to the burned J on his cheek.

"Jason? But… you're dead." He sounds truly shocked. Jason walks circles around him, giving him time to collect himself. Bruce's eyes follow him closely but something seems… off.

"What's the matter? Lost for words? I expected more… I'm hurt." Jason mocks

"Joker send me the film… I saw him kill you." Bruce says trying to make sense of the situation.

Jason sees the camera in front of him, he hears his laughter in his head. "Don't you dare lie to me! How long did you wait before replacing me? A month? A week? I trusted you… And you just left me to die!" Imagines are flashing through Jason's eyes. He even feels his old wounds ache.

"That's not what happened!" Bruce grunts. Finally he has the decency to show some emotion.

"You always told me Bruce… focus on what I want to achieve… and it'll happen. Well you want to know what I want now, huh? I want you dead." Jason puts his gun under Bruce's chin still seeing the Joker. Bruce pushes his gun aside and head buts Jason. Jason quickly rebalances himself and doesn't hesitate to shoot where Bruce just was. He isn't surprised to find out that he has already disappeared.

"You can't hide from me! I will hunt you down!" Jason yells while looking around, trying to locate his old mentor. He modifies his weapon to its sniper form. Then he removes the Arkham Knight mask. Under it is a red plain mask that Jason puts on to cover his face. Then he uses his grappling gun to get on a gargoyle for a good sniping position.

Jason's head is spinning. He hears Bruce's words, the Joker's laughter and a smaller voice but others are covering it from Jason to hear.

Bruce doesn't take long to get to Jason's advantage point. He moves the gun so that Jason can't shoot him. "Jason, I can help you!"

"There is no helping me!" Jason grunts. Can't he see, CAN'T HE SEE?

Jason fires his gun causing Bruce to drop him. He disappears with smoke bomb covering his tracks. New area of the room is revealed along with new militia members. "You're not the only one with sidekicks." Jason says bitterly.

Gordon says something but Jason can't make out what he says. His militia is talking but Jason can't hear them. Only thing that he can feel are the memories playing inside his head. They are twisted, all wrong, just like him. Bruce doesn't want to help him, he can't help him. No-one can. Jason isn't some toy that Bruce can tape back together. The Joker already mixed and matched his broken mind to his new twisted creation. Bruce couldn't see that.

Again, out of nowhere Bruce appears. "Joker got to you. I know what it's like!" They are wrestling over Jason's gun.

His words bring new strength to Jason's fury. "Don't pretend to understand!" Jason sets up another smoke bomb disappearing again. Bruce doesn't know what is like, to have his voice constantly laughing inside his head. To have everything and everyone only highlight how different their lives are from yours. How they are intact and Jason is in pieces.

"I learned how to take a little pain, Batman. I learned from the best. But you can't hurt what you can't see." Crowbar hits hurt as much in the dark as they do in the light. "Optic deflection armor. Your sensors won't work. Use your eyes, Batman. If you remember how."

You seemed to see as fine when you replaced me huh, Jason thinks. What will you do after he dies too? At some point you are bound to run out on child soldiers.

"Stand down, Robin!" Bruce demands his voice full of pain.

"Don't call me that! That's not who I am!" Not anymore. Not after what he did to me. Not after you let him live after me, after Barbara, after any innocent person he killed.

"I am not afraid of you, Bruce. You are not a legend to me." Jason says fully knowing that Bruce can hear him. A legend would have killed the bad guy, like he should.

"You won't win. Not this time!" Jason isn't sure anymore who is he talking to.

Bruce appears, taking Jason by surprise and pushing his gun away. Jason tries to hit Bruce but he counters easily and forces Jason back up to a wall.

"You're Robin, Jason. You're not what he made you!" Bruce tries to keep him locked against the wall. Jason pushes him away.

"Stop! Stop talking to me!" His voice breaks but Jason is already on the move. He runs against Bruce and pushes them both of the gargoyle. On the ground Bruce manages to get the upper hand brooding over Jason, fist ready for a strike. Jason can't even lift his arms to protect himself. He can't do anything but stare to his old mentors eyes feeling as broken as ever.

Something seems to stop Bruce. He stands up and steps away giving Jason a change to lift himself to his elbow.

"You did this to me!" He manages to get out.

Bruce too looks broken. "I am sorry."

"You left me to rot in that abandoned wing of Arkham… for over a year… with HIM!" Jason lifts his gun to point at Bruce again but this time there is no power behind it.

"It's not too late. We can fix this… Together." Bruce stretch out his hand, ready for Jason to take it.

Jason can't do anything. He can only give up. He didn't know what he had expected from Bruce but certainly it wasn't this. He looks down, dropping his weapon hand. He has failed. He didn't get his revenge. He couldn't kill Bruce after all this time, after all the preparations, after all that he has been through. It was all for nothing. Jason just wants out. He just ones to disappear. When Bruce turns to look away Jason takes his leave. He gets out. He disappears. And he doesn't look back.

I laid down crying. I wanted to disappear, to leave this all behind, to leave him behind but even after the Joker's death he would always found me. No matter what I did, no matter what medication I took, what therapy I went I couldn't shake him away. His poisoned hands would always find me, grab me and when time for the punch line came, break me. The box, his gift was just a reminder. He would be always with me. No way to escape, no way out.

Slowly, keeping my eyes at the box I rose and crawled to the kitchen and took scissors that I had left to the table. Leaning my back to the door, never taking my eyes away from the purple box I pressed the sharp edge against my wrist. At first I only pressed enough to make small red lines to my skin. Not enough to properly draw blood. When my left wrist ran out, I moved on to the right. I draw red lines all the way to my elbows. After that I moved to my thighs, then rest of my feet, after that my stomach, then my shoulders, finally my face. Couple times I hit the scars on my cheeks causing my body to winch from pain but I never moved my gaze away from the box. Finally, when my skin seemed to run out I moved the scissors back to my wrists, this time placing them vertically instead of horizontally. I pressed the steel against my skin again but stopped. Something stopped me.

Cutting vertically will make the wound harder to close. To successfully bleed out you should not only slice our wrists but ankles too. This way was quicker. Yes, the death would come faster.

I still didn't penetrate my skin.

He would get you. The gift was a proof of that. No-one can help you. You are alone.

I didn't move my scissors.

Weak, you can't even finish the job. You are worthless, you are weak, pathetic, broken. What are you waiting for? No-one can fix you. You should just die.

I heard a message coming in. I looked at the open laptop on my desk and saw a message from Dick. My eyes returned to the box.

Remember what happened, what you have done. How much blood has to be on your hands before it's enough for you. How many reminders you need?

Slowly, one finger at a time I let the scissors go. Then the tears came back. I cried for a long time, I cried so hard that I couldn't see. All because of one stupid gift.

Wait a minute, said a smaller voice in back of my head. This one was kinder than the one before. You have survived so much, think about it, you survived the Joker, you survived the torture, the beating, the humiliation. This, well this is nothing. This is a stupid box, a ghost from you past, so what? Past is past, what is done is done, no-one can change that. But future is something you can change. So maybe it's finally time for you to quit feeling sorry for yourself and claim your life back.

I hid the box, took out the trash, washed the scissors, cleaned the blood. Finally I looked up in the mirror. Back at me looked a small pale girl, a girl who had scars all over them, shitty tattoos on their body and a nest of hair, same girl that I had spent months with. But this time, something was different. The girl's eyes. Now they looked back at. There was a fire behind them. They finally seemed alive.

Raven curses under her breath more from anger rather than pain. To her luck she carries first aid kit in her bike. It appears Raven had some luck. There is no signs of internal bleeding, the bullet didn't break bones and Raven stops the bleeding easily. Only problem is that she can't put her weight on her left foot so she is forced to travel around with her bike rather than free running.

She can't find her weapons but that problem is easily solvable. Raven drives back to the place where she earlier found the bodies of the league members. Getting to the roof is not as easy as Raven would have hoped but she can climb without using both of her legs. Back in her training she was sometimes forced to climb using only her hands and so on. Both of the bodies are still there so Raven is able to take their weapons. She investigates their bodies and collects the hidden blades. Neither of the bodies carry a bow and arrow but Raven can fight without them too. She takes the loyalist's sword and tries its balance. Satisfied, she hangs it to her back before leaving.

Robinson would pay but that can wait for later. If she is still alive. Dislocated shoulder and major blood loss will be least of her worries if Raven finds her. She didn't even get Robin's location out of the girl. This night was proving to be waste of time for Raven. No Robin means no pit location unless Raven wants to try and threaten Arkham Knight for getting information from him. Something tells Raven that is not the best idea. Plus she has no idea where Knight is. No-one has seen him since the cloudburst catastrophe.

Seems like only realistic option for Raven is to continue her search with Nightwing. Find the pit, then decide what to do with it. Nightwing would want to destroy it, but Ra's was dying. Raven's first master was already dead, could she lose another. Nyssa is in town, perhaps Raven should talk to her. She dismisses the idea almost immediately when it pops into her head. Nyssa had always been outsider, even more so than Raven. Her stance was with Gotham always lined with detective more than with Ra's'. Raven has met her only handful of times in her life, even less than with Talia. Nyssa loved Talia but Raven doesn't know what she thinks of her.

Raven is so deep in her thoughts that she doesn't notice when Nightwing returns. She spats to herself, how careless, what if he was someone who would try to kill her and she doesn't even notice. Raven is getting rusty. She doesn't even have her bow and arrows, the weapon which Raven is strongest with.

"Found anything?" Raven asks coolly.

"Actually, yes. Batman is going after the Lazarus pit. I can assure that he will want to work alone. He is not what would many call team player." Nightwing says. Raven isn't surprised by this. It was only inevitable that Batman would be mixed to the civil war. It seems to be going down on his territory.

"I, on the other hand, can assure you that I don't care what Batman wants to do." Raven says crossing her hands. It's only then when Nightwing notices her leg and missing gear.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Nightwing says surprised.

Raven ignores his question. "However, I don't think I need to find the pit anymore. Finding and killing the leader will do the job just as well."

"Which leader?" Nightwing asks sharply.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Raven asks sarcastically making Dick cringe. Not only she wants not to discuss about her leg and missing weapons but decides to avoid basic question about loyalty and plan. Where had Dick seen that before...?

"Fine, you don't have to tell me everything, Ayda." Dick puts weight on Raven's true name. "But if I'm gonna help you to prevent a civil war in Gotham I need to know where your loyalties rest. With Ra's or with Nyssa."

"Let me guess, you already know where your loyalties lay." Raven snaps.

"Unlike you?" Dick has seen this act many times in his life with multiple costumed heroes, most notably with Bruce. He has become excellent with dealing defensive-turned-attacking answers.

That shuts her up. She looks annoyed and tries to think something to say finding nothing. Dick smiles triumphantly. He won this round.

"Fine, I don't know who to support, my aunt or my grandfather." Raven looks down. To Dick this started to sound like a bad episode of Game of Thrones. Actually, when you stopped to think about it, league of assassins sounded like they came straight from Westeros expect less white.

"Do you want to hear my opinion?" Dick says as a peace-offering.

"Aren't you going to tell me anyway?" Raven looks back up.

"Is that a yes?" Dick questions.

When Raven doesn't say anything Dick decides to continue. "If Ra's takes dive to the pit he will come out worse. And even in his best lives he hasn't been the most staple man hanging around. Nyssa has always been the most reasonable in the family, no offense to you."

"So what? Kill Ra's?" Raven asks. Her accent is thicker than usual which Dick reads as anger to hide uncertainty.

"No, no killing." That is the one rule that Bruce taught Dick to live by. Nothing has made him break his vows yet. Not even his parent's killer. International radical terrorist would be no different.

"Oh so we leave him to die? Hand him over to GCPD? That will work out well." Raven isn't convinced.

"Look, there is no perfect option here. What I am trying to do is prevent a war. Nyssa will take control the rest of the league and work out new rules with Batman, as long as Blüdhaven isn't in a line of fire and no innocent die I am good. Gotham is his city, I have to respect that. His mission. I have my own, do you?"

Raven stands silent but Dick can see that she has made a decision. About a god damn time.

A/N: Yes there was a reference to Christopher Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy. He is my favorite director but really? You are going to cast Ra's al Ghul as Liam Neeson and Talia al Ghul as Marion Cotillard? Seriously dude, what. At least Gotham got it right. Well, anyway, after that rant is over I was thinking about changing other chapters than just chapter 4 to be rated M if content such as self harming is included.

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