"ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I scream as I threw another porcelain vase at Damien and missed.

Damien, also known as Child of Satan, had yet again stolen my cookies.

Now I know you're thinking throwing a vase at a six year old child is quite excessive no matter how evil the child may be.

But you're wrong.

BECAUSE HE'S THE CHILD OF THE DEVIL!

I grab another vase and fling it at him, hoping to hit his feet and trip him up but he made a quick turn and I missed.

This called for one thing....the only thing that can defeat a child whose every fibre is made of pure malevolence! THE BUTTERFLY NET!

Because not only has my butterfly net been effective in the past in getting that little brat but vases just weren't working and I've broken at least 27...I'm probably gonna get in trouble for that. Ah well, I just blame Jason and then hide in my room...or behind Nightwing.

"Hahaha, brother, no matter how hard you try you will never steal my father's love!" I hear Damien taunt from the next room.

That's it...when I get him...I'm gonna hang him from the chandelier and poke him with a stick!

You know what?

My life sucks.

It really does.

What did I do to deserve THIS.

What did I do to deserve being kidnapped by Mirror Master and Dr.Light.

WHY DO BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE!

HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TOO TELL STEPH I LOVE HER?

GO AGAINST CASS IN DDR?

PUNISH CONNER FOR NO REASON WHAT SO EVER!?

ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Id finally found that damned Baby Koala, I'd been tracking him for a few days since the last time I saw him and there he was as I suspected...talking to thin air.

"HEY! LOOK! I don't want to leave, the person paid me a hundred thousand dollars to get rid of this person and I'm not leaving! Okay? ...What do you mean you think I'm an idiot? YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT LAST NIGHT!!!"

"Ahem" I cleared my throat in his direction he jumped around and went "two nights in one week? I must be lucky or you like me" he said playfully. I stood there trying to keep my cool.
"YOU'RE UNDER ARREST" I proclaim.
I lost my cool.

"Way to ruin a nice night...and here I thought we had something! That is, unless of course you brought the handcuffs this time in which case..." I stopped in my tracks, I had brought the handcuffs except I didn't want to use them. I had to think of a way to get him without having to touch him. What would Batman do?
KNOCK HIM OUT! After brooding for a while.

I whipped out a batarang and the moment he saw me do this he grinned, grinned like he would if I'd cuffed him down. He gasped loudly "I have those! You know the ones you threw at me? I've been meaning to give them back to you...and I'd sooo love to give them back to you" the grin on his face grew bigger. "You can keep it" I growled.
He went silent and pouted as he pulled off his googles to reveal watery blue eyes "don't you like meeeee?!" he whined.

Wait, I knew that the face "...Mari Carter?!" he frowned and then stared at me and examined my face "Tim Drake? Tim Drake in my Trigonometry class?" we were both silent and stared at each other as we tried to comprehend the situation. Mari spoke first "You know all that hitting on you stuff? I was just trying to psyche you out...I'm straight!" he explained "unlike you" he added quietly. I decided to let it slip for the moment and before I could say anything he started talking.

"Hey, did you study for that test tomorrow?" I'm trying to arrest him and he's talking about a test? "I hope I do well, I've never been any good at politics. I mean, why would I care about what a bunch of old men decide to do? Don't you agree?"

"I'm finding it hard to grasp this situation...a fellow classmate of mine is a contract killer and here I am trying to arrest you and your talking about tomorrow's test which I know I will ACE!" Mari rolled his eyes and muttered "show off".
"Anyway I'm arresting you now!" I whipped out a bo-staff with one hand and a pair of handcuffs with the other. He starting laughing "oh come on you're not actually going to arrest me!" he dismissed my statement with a wave of his hand. "I'm not kidding, Mari Carter your under arrest for attempted murder and...several...other...real murders" I stated, a dangerous look appeared on his face.

"Excuse me? Are you being serious? You are...aren't you? Like I'm even gonna let you do that" he pulled out two guns and smirked "guess there are some quirks to doing what I do." I bit my lip "what you do is evil!" the look on his face changed when I said that to hurt. "What? Do you even know what I do. You did a lot of research on me and yet you didn't do any on my victims?"

"I don't care I'm placing you under arrest!"
"What makes you think I won't shoot you?"
"You didn't before."

He rolled his eyes "heh. You're right" he turned to run I immediately threw my batarang at his leg causing him to fall and crash on to the ground. I walked towards him and couldn't help but smile "so what were you saying about me not arresting you?" I dangled the handcuffs above him. He looked terrified but then started grinning and suddenly I heard a loud thump from behind me that was suddenly followed by a sharp pain in the back of my head.

I fell to the ground and as the darkness started to consume my eyesight Mari leaned over me and sneered "I always have backup. See you in school tomorrow" he patted me on the head and I lost consiousness.

“Something strange happened.”

Something very strange happened.

I’ve been searching for this Violet chick for 4 nights in a row and still hadn’t found her, which is strange in itself because I’m brilliant, but then something even stranger happened.

“JUST LET ME KILL HIM AREADY!” a voice yelled.
“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” inquired another. “I’ve done this a bazillion times and I’ve never been caught before and if I do, it’ll be all your fault!” the voice replied. I followed the voices and found the perfect spot to survey the situation.

I saw a 5’11 boy with shocking blonde hair holding a rifle aimed at a window across the street. I’d guess he was about seventeen years old, he was wearing black from head to toe. He outfit consisted of a military jackets, goth boots and leather pants and gloves complete with a pair of goggles on his head. Not exactly the best thing for a would-be assassin to wear. He was arguing with another boy, a couple of inches shorter than him and younger, this boy wore some old trainers, baggy jeans and a long brown trench coat.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m gonna kill him” he repositioned the rifle and then I sprang in to action, I threw a batarang at the weapon first, the blonde turned around and jumped in front of his companion protectively.

“Look, I don’t need protecting” the younger boy pushed him out of the way and turned to face me “especially not from Gotham’s Boy Wonder! Isn’t past your bed time.”
“Don’t antagonize the hottie, Max” hissed the blonde.
“I’m going to tell Jacob!”
“What Jacob doesn’t know can’t hurt him!”
“Ugh! Whatever…and you’re still here?” sneered the boy who was beginning to look really feminine the more he talked.

“It’s not every night I see two teenagers trying to kill someone from a rooftop” I bit back.

Score one for the Rob-meister.

The blonde started to circle me “And it’s not every night I see someone as hot as you on a rooftop either.”

Oh snap.

“Um, uh, I’m placing you under…arrest!” I stuttered.

He’s gay.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kinky!” he said with a large grin.

FOR ME!

“Oh for the love of crap ‘Baby Koala’, stop being such a whore” yelled his friend.
The oddly named assassin swivelled round and faced his friend “I’M NOT A WHORE!”
“Says the guy who flirts with anything that breathes!!”
“Well Max, I don’t flirt with Iggy.”
“That’s because he’s an IGUANA!” Max shouted.

I decided that now was the best time to take action because, well, they were distracted. I pulled out another two batarangs and threw it at the two boys, Baby Koala instantly moved out of the way and suddenly picked up the other boy as if he was some damsel in distress before doing a 360° turn on his heel revealing that he had a gun and fired two shots both hitting the man he had previously been targeting straight in the head. He did a back roll and pulled out a small thin silver cartridge, closed his eyes and then pushed his thumb. The last I saw was a bright light that blinded me for a good minute when I opened my eyes I was alone with nothing but an abandoned rifle and a dead man across the street.

“And that was the strange thing, I mean, why would he hit on me? WHY!?”
“Well you’re an attractive guy and he’s a gay guy, add the two together Tim” answered Dick in a knowing voice. “Yes, but that wasn’t what was strange. It was that he was hitting on me whilst I was threatening to arrest him, isn’t that a bit of bad time to hit on someone?” Dick began to laugh in a strange way in reaction to my question.
“Tim” he said patting me on the back “there’s never a bad time to hit on someone. I know that, Tony Stark knows that, Hal Jordan knows that and Ollie knows that! But I think you ought to be more concerned with that you let an assassin get away…and that you’re gonna have to tell Batman.”

Why did I think talking to Dick would make me feel better.

After Nightwing freed me from the cupboard I went to my room.

I looked at all the books and paper scattered across my desk and decided to clean up.

I found a strange brown paper envelope that felt kind of bulky, I certainly didn’t remember having anything like this in my room. I turned it over and found ‘From Violet’ written in violet ink on the envelope, I frowned. Now I certainly didn’t know anybody called Violet, I opened the envelope and looked inside to see that it was padded with bubble wrap and that there was a small silver disc inside I pulled the disc out it had ‘Watch it!’ written on it, again, in violet ink.

I inserted the disc in to my computer and waited when what looked like footage from a CCTV camera came up, the picture was grainy and in black and white, I squinted in an attempt to make out what was on the screen. From what I could see there was a man sitting down and he seemed to be drinking or smoking…it was hard to tell. This continued for a couple of minutes when all of sudden he got up from out of the shadows and in to the light and he looked alarmed.

I moved closer to the screen, it was Black Mask.

Before Black Mask could run a figure dived in a landed a kick to his face, I could tell immediately that the figure was Jason; because of the lollipop head. Black Mask grabbed something and slammed it in to Jason’s stomach, knocking Jason back a few feet and then landing a cheap punch. It looked almost as if Black Mask had won, then a caped person attacked him with a drill, the person turned briefly allowing their masked face to be seen by the camera.
It was Stephanie.
My stomach began to churn, what was Steph doing?

Whilst Black Mask was dealing with the pain of having his drill-inflicted wound Jason ripped his blade across Black Mask’s back. Black Mask crashed on to the floor and rolled on to his back, Jason seemed to turn to Steph and talked to her for a couple of seconds before she took the gun out of his hand.

“No, Steph…don’t…!” I said out loud as she lifted the gun and pointed it at Black Mask, he seemed to say something before she pulled the trigger…

And then…BANG!

He was gone.

One shot and he was gone.

Like Bart.

The footage cut-off, I could hear my heart pounding in my head I took the disc out of the computer, put it back in the envelope and stuffed it under my mattress.

Steph was a murderer.

Like the people who killed Bart.

Like the people who killed my parents.

She was no different from Hood or Jean Loring.

I couldn’t take this anymore.

I made my way downstairs too the kitchen where I knew I’d find Conner.

“KON! Look, I need you to do me a favour” Kon stared at me wearily as if he expected me to beat him over the head with a kryptonian crowbar. “Okay.”
“I’m going, I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but it doesn’t matter. If Batman asks where I am tell him I’m at Legacy’s place, okay?” Conner nodded.“But, Tim, why?”
“Because I need to find someone and Batman can’t know, okay!”
“Who do you need to find?” I rolled my eyes, why was Conner so nosey?

“Let me just say that I need to find a color…but don’t tell Batman that!” And with that I left.