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Trigger Warning; Slight abuse, not for too long or too intense. Harassment

"It's the perfect plan." A feminine voice whispered, Atlas only hearing as she entered the room. Carmine Falcone stood near the door, only a few feet away. Talia Al Ghul stood in front of him, a confident look on her face. Carmine looked to be thinking over whatever Talia had suggested when he noticed her.

"Thatcher, do you have any information for me?" Carmine asked, like he usually did when she walked in. She had two jobs in The Falcone Crime Family, to kill and to spy. She preferred the spying aspect.

Atlas didn't really want to share the information she'd gathered, Carmine already looked on edge, what she had to say would not calm him. "Commissioner Gordon raided The Laundry Room."

Carmine had operations all over Gotham, and he had been in the business long enough to know how to keep them hidden. Lately, however, Batman or the Police kept finding them. Kept shutting them down. It was making Carmine lose money and patience.

Atlas saw how his fist clenched, it made her want to step back, but she couldn't show the fear that filled her. Carmine cracked his neck before turning his head back to Talia, she was already looking at him.

They seemed to have a conversation with their eyes before he sighed, looking back over at Atlas. "I have a job for you, Thatcher."

He motioned for Atlas to come closer, she did so with caution. Making sure she knew every way out of this room before taking her steps. Carmine Falcone was known as 'The Roman', he was a dangerous man. He had created the infamous 'Rogues Gallery' filled with Batman's most dangerous villains, one's he paid to make Batman's life a living hell. It never worked, but he kept trying.

"You're going to be working with our new friend, The Red Hood." Carmine explained, moving to sit at his desk. Talia turned to fully face Atlas, an unreadable face on both the women. "Talia."

Talia left the room, coming back a few minutes later, a man walking in behind her. He wore a metal looking helmet, it was bright red and it covered his entire face. His eyes the only things visible, but only if you looked hard enough. He was noticeably taller than Atlas. Talia stopped a few feet from Atlas, The Red Hood doing the same thing. He stood disturbingly still, he was as still as a tomb.

"I don't need a partner." Atlas said automatically, she said it for two reasons. Atlas worked better alone, it was easier to use the shadows, not everyone knew them like her. She also didn't trust this new guy, he seemed robotic.

He looked tense, how he stood and how he held the gun in his hand. He looked pissed, even if she couldn't see his face, Atlas could tell. Angry didn't work well with most of the jobs she's given.

"It's a complicated job, you'll need him." Carmine said, his tone leaving no room for argument. His look threatened her all on it's own.

"What's the job?" Atlas asked, Carmine's face broke into a smirk. One that made her sick to her stomach.

"I need you to track down Robin and Hummingbird." Carmine said leaning forward on his desk, Atlas could tell he wasn't done.

"Then, I need you to kill them."

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Valencia listened to the silence around her. Something rare in her house. The only sound was the pitter of water as she dried the dishes. Her husband, Mario Falcone, was Carmines oldest child. He was the second-in-command, so that meant, he usually had meeting to attend to. Or he was on the phone. There was always some kind of noise going on.

Their son, Mason, was always a troublemaker. Always curious, getting into things he really shouldn't be getting into. Especially with his... condition.

The sound of hurried footsteps made Valencia snap her head up. She turned to find Mason running into the room. He had a grin on his face, it made her unconsciously smile along. She set the plate she was holding down so she could give her full attention to him.

"Look what I did!" Mason whisper-yelled, he was showing off a bent spoon. Valencia tilted her head, looking from the spoon to her son. He held up his other hand, a few inches from the utensil. Mason started to focus, feeling the tingling sensation in his fingertips as the spoon straightened itself. He took another deep breath, bending the spoon again.

Valencia had to hide the fear that entered her. "That's very cool, Honey."

"I know! You said I shouldn't use my powers out in the open where everyone could see, but since Dad isn't home I decided to practice in my room, and look!" Mason ranted, Valencia could feel the tension ease. Mason was oblivious to most of the world, being kept in a protective bubble by his mom. But at least he listened to her when she would warn him. That's all Valencia could ask.

"It's very impressive, Mason." Valencia said again, Mason brightening even more. She grabbed the spoon, pouting at it. "Could you fix it please, we only have so many spoons."

Mason smiled with his mom. Before he could grab it back the door to their apartment slammed. The two of them both flinched at the loud sound, Valencia set the spoon on the counter and moved Mason so she was to the left side of her, farthest from the entrance to the kitchen.

Mario stormed into the room. His face bright red, anger radiating off of him. Valencia watched as he grabbed a beer from the fridge, she continued to dry their delicate dishes. Mason staying where she put him as his eyes followed his father.

"That bitch." Mario muttered under his breath, Valencia tried to ignore the ramblings of her angry husband until he was right next to her.

"What happened?" Valencia asked softly, turning to look at Mario. He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more then it had been.

"I was planning on going over a new plan to get back at Batman when I hear Talia Al Ghul chatting with him about her plan, and her weapon." Mario ranted, venom clear in his voice. Valencia rubbed a hand over his shoulder as he complained. "She's trying to steal my rank, I just know it. God, and she's using Thatcher to help her."

"I thought you liked Thatcher?" Valencia questioned, looking back at Mason. He tended to speak his mind, usually not thinking before he did so. They both had a soft spot for Atlas, but they shouldn't get Mario even more upset for it.

"Key word is 'Liked'. You start to notice someone's flaws, after they betray you." Mario ranted, moving his hand around. Almost hitting Valencia as he spoke. "She's too soft, you can tell she cares. Women."

Valencia ignored the last scoffed word, praying Mason would too. But she knew she couldn't control him for long.

"Dad!" Mason said, moving from behind Valencia to in front of her. A hard look on his face, Valencia grabbed his shoulder before he could say another thing.

"You can tell about school later." Valencia lied with a small smile, but a look that she hoped conveyed authority. "Go finish your homework, Dad and Mom need to talk alone."

"Yeah, scram." Mario said, shooing Mason away. He went, but not without a glare aimed at his father's back. Before he disappeared, Valencia could see the concern in his eyes, aimed at her.

"As you were saying." Valencia said, urging her husband to continue. If he got his anger out now, then it would be less of a problem later, when a mistake could set him off.

"Right, Thatcher- what's this?" Mario cut himself off, staring at the counter. Valencia followed his gaze. The bent spoon, that she discarded in plain sight, like an idiot.

"Um.. I-I I think the dis- um the dishwasher messed it up." Valencia stuttered, trying to grab the spoon. Mario caught her wrist, moving it back to her side. His grip tight enough to hurt.

"Why was our, guest, silverware in the dishwasher. You know it's delicate." Mario said, his tone tight and condescending.

"It probably got mixed in on accident- I'm sure it can be fixed-" Valencia tried to laugh it off, Mario's grip getting tighter and tighter.

"This is what I'm saying. Women can't be trusted with the simplest of tasks! Why is Carmine trusting some daddy's girl with his revenge! I'm just glad it includes killing that annoying sidekick of Batman's- Hummingbird. Trusting a girl to do his dirty work is why people like me still run Gotham." Mario said, getting louder and louder. Valencia took a deep, shaky, breath. Keeping the tears at bay.

"What?" Valencia asked, Carmine was sending Atlas to kill Fleur. He had never threatened one of Batman's sidekicks before.

"Did I say you could speak." Mario snapped, Valencia could feel her wrist getting closer to breaking. Mario noticed her flinch, he seemed delighted. Happy that he could hurt her so easily. It scared Valencia to her core.

"No-no, I'm sorry." Valencia said, her voice a whisper.

"Know your place." Mario said, his voice low. He finally let go of her wrist, Valencia tried to hide her relief. Mario looked her up and down before turning. "I have some calls to make."

Valencia waited until he left the room to let her shoulders drop. Taking deep breaths to calm her panic, she was so lost in her relief that she didn't hear Mason come back in.

"Mom?" Mason asked, Valencia turned to him, a soft smile on her face at her baby boy.

"Yeah, Sweetie?" Valencia asked, her voice unable to go above the whisper it was at. Mason looked at the spoon on the counter.

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble. If- if I knew-" Mason scrambled, stopping when his mom put her hands on his shoulders. He was a few inches taller than her now, taking after his father in height.

"I'm fine, it's all fine. You don't have to worry about anything." Valencia said, soft but stern. She didn't want Mason to feel guilty over something that wasn't his fault. His eyes drifted to her wrist, where a bruise had started to form.

"Mom-" Mason tried to say, but Valencia pulled her hand back, pulling the sleeve over her wrist.

"Sweetheart, do you want to visit, Fleur?"

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Priya could get use to the cold of the mountains. Especially if their alcohol was always this good. Priya looked up at the tv stationed above the bar, a smiling face flashed on the screen.

"Kid Flash saves school from a flood-" Priya let the rest of the broadcast fade out, having to look away before she started to tear up. Along with the picture of him in his costume, talking to the reporter, there was Artemis. She had helped him get everyone out. Priya couldn't bear looking at them both.

She looked across the bar, her eyes landed on a small kid. He was running around with his parents trying to get him back in the high chair. He wore a t-shirt with the Robin logo on it. Priya furiously blinked back her tears. She drank the rest of her drink, throwing it back as she felt the burn in her throat.

Standing up, she goes to pay the bartender, when a guy walks up to her. His friends were snickering at the table a few feet away. "I'm really good at math, so let's add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide our legs, and multiply."

Priya had to keep herself from gagging at the pickup line. She slammed a twenty dollar bill on the bar, before trying to walk past the guy. He turned around, watching her walk away for a second.

"As much as I love the sight of you walking away, I'd prefer you on all fours." The guy called after her. His friends chuckled, before imitating moaning. Priya felt anger surge within her. She turned around, walking back over to him. He smirked like he had won.

"You said you're good at math?" Priya asked, he nodded, his smile widening. Priya let a sarcastic smile take over her face. "What's my fist plus your face equal."

"What?" The guy asked, not getting another minute to respond before Priya punched him. He immediately fell to the ground. Priya shook out her fist with a satisfied smile.

"It equals a pretty good night."

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Fleur twisted the key, unlocking her door. She had just finished at the bookshop. When she decided to move out of the Wayne Mansion, she didn't have a lot. Priya and Dick had been the smart ones, top of their classes. But Fleur had always just been average.

So it was hard to find places that would hire her, but this little old lady saw her one day, wandering around the bookstore. It was history. Bruce still pays most of the rent on the apartment, the pay from the small bookstore abismal. Still, Fleur liked the job. Most people who came in didn't recognize her as Bruce Wayne's adopted daughter.

Fleur shut the door behind her, throwing the keys on the table by the door. She flipped the hallway light on. Walking to her kitchen, she made a beeline for her fridge. Pulling out a carton of orange juice, the only light illuminating from her fridge.

She reached up, trying to feel for her cabinet handle, and failing. Fleur sighed, reaching over to flip the big light on, revealing Timothy Drake. Fleur jumped back, hand over her racing heart.

"Fuck, Tim." Fleur said, annoyance clear in her tone. She turned away from the boy sitting at her table. Grabbing a cup to finish her original task.

"Nice to see you too, Fleur." Tim said, oozing sarcasm. He stood from the table while Fleur put away the orange juice. "For being trained by Bruce, you still suck at sensing the shadows."

"Yeah, that's the one thing the bastard didn't teach me." Fleur said, taking a long sip.

"Did he not teach you it, or did you not learn it. 'Cause from the stories, Dick and Priya were great at it." Tim said with a smirk. Fleur rolled her eyes, trying to not get too annoyed at the topic of conversation. It was still an open wound, best left alone.

"I learnt how to shut smartasses up." Fleur threatened with no heat. Tim gave her a deadpanned look, making Fleur let out an amused breath. "What does Batsy need?"

"Nothing." Tim said, starting to walk around the open space. Fleur sighed, setting down her now empty cup.

"You have to get better at your lying." Fleur said, pushing herself away from the counter and following Tim into her living room.

"I'm not lying." Tim whined back, always finding a way to remind Fleur that he was a teenager.

"You don't stop by often in your uniform, Timmy." Fleur teased, falling back on her couch. Tim sighed, letting himself fall next to her.

"Batman said I could do protrol alone, for the first time." Tim started, Fleur nodding along. "And..."

"You're nervous?" Fleur guessed, Tim silence being the answer she needed. Fleur sighed, turning her head to look at him.

"When Priya and I-" Fleur started to say, Tim interrupting her with a smirk. "You must really feel bad if you're talking about Priya."

"I talk about Priya plenty." Fleur said defensively. Her old teammates were a sore subject, Tim knew that but the stress might have been making him a little more mouthy.

"You do, I'm sorry." Tim said, shrinking slightly. He was starting to mess with his hands, Fleur started to feel guilty.

"What I was going to say was, we were nervous as hell. So we went to Dick, he had done it plenty of times before. He went on the patrol with us." Fleur said, leaning closer and whispering. Tim looked up at her, curious. "Bruce was pissed."

Tim laughed slightly. "Did he yell at Dick?"

"No, he actually gave Dick a handshake. That bastard was always a kissass. But Bruce didn't yell at him because he realized that Dick was doing what he thought was best. Putting two nervous kids out there wasn't going to help anyone."

"How's that supposed to help me?" Tim asked softly. "I'm a nervous kid, I don't have Dick."

Fleur stood up, putting her hands on her hips. "But you have a Fleur. Which I would argue it better."

"You're saying you'll come with me?" Tim asked, a smile appearing on his face. Fleur had one of her own before getting a sarcastic look in her eyes.

"Don't make me regret it."

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Cori had a system. She would leave her apartment around eight, walk to her local newspaper stand. Talk with Delilah, the runner of the stand and one of the coolest ladiest ever. She had all these stories, Cori loved to listen to them.

Today Cori was intent on just skimming the newspaper as she listened, but something caught her eye.

'Famous playboy assaulted by suspected Bruce Wayne heir' was the header, a horribly taken picture of the suspected Wayne Heir alongside it. There was also a picture of the playboy, someone from LA. Cori looked at the picture, even as blurry as it was, she could tell it was Priya.

She couldn't help her smile with a shake of her head. "Priya."

"Who's Priya?" Delilah asked, Cori looked over with wide eyes. Delilah reminded Cori of Dinah, so wise and so nice. But only Dinah knew how Cori really felt about everything.

Cori had moved to Gotham about two years ago, she called Dinah all the time. Even drove to Star City when she could, but being so far from her mentor and Mom, it wasn't helpful. Cori was at a loss for words as she stared at Delilah. Then movement caught her eyes.

Fleur was walking her usual route to the bookstore for the day. Cori had her out, she politely said goodbye to Delilah. Fleur really should have learnt how to tell when someone was hiding in broad daylight.

Usually, at night, when shadows were all around her. Fleur could tell when someone was following her, but when it was bright outside. She sucked at it. It worked for Cori, but it also worried her.

Cori would follow Fleur until she got to her job, newspaper still in hand. She made sure Fleur got to work on time, and safely. Then she'd leave, after thirty more minutes of watching from the coffee shop across the street.

She read the rest of the paper, her eyes breezing over an article about Blüdhaven's hero. Someone she didn't want to read about. She threw the paper away, finishing her coffee and throwing that away as well.

After she was done looking after Fleur, she'd usually go to her job. A bowling alley combined with a volleyball rec center. It was nice little place. But today was her day off. So she had someone else she wanted to check on.

She sat on the edge of the roof, looking into the window. Ginger hair passing by as the women walked past. Cori could feel herself getting tired when her phone rang.

'Barbara Gordon or "Barbs" calling'

Cori internally panicked. She picked up the phone, almost dropping it. She tried to steady her breathing when she answered. "Hey, Barbs. I'm a little busy, work and sh-"

"If I knew I was going to be stalked today, I'd have worn a nicer shirt." Barbara said through the phone. Cori winced, sighing.

"Was it at least hard to catch me?" Cori asked like a child through the phone. Barbara let out an amused breath.

"You're like a confused gerbil, I knew the minute you sat on that roof." Barbara joked through the phone. Cori sighed, pushing herself up.

"At least I have something to work on." Cori said, looking around. Figuring out the best way to get down.

"Yeah, how to stalk someone properly. Come talk to me. I'm bored. You can make sure I'm fine from down here. I'll even tell you what Fleur called me about the other day." Barbara said, sitting down at her desk and crossing her legs

"Fleur called you?" Cori asked, jumping onto the fire escape across the alley from Barbara's apartment.

"It wasn't anything serious... it was boy troubles. Since I was rumored to have dated Dick, she wanted to ask me about it." Barbara said while Cori jumped over to the window, grabbing the ledge with only one hand. She placed the phone on her shoulder and pushed her head down to keep it steady as she used both her hands to open the window and hold on.

"I actually dated the guy, why wouldn't she come to me." Cori said as the window slid up.

"Because you're like a middle-aged mother." Barbara said, watching as Cori slid through the window. Hanging up the phone. "You get all excited, and embarrassing."

"I do not." Cori said, sitting on the couch.

"You do." Barbara said with a look that made Cori stop arguing.

"Fine.." Cori said with a pout.

"Now tell me everything."

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Fleur and Tim didn't do anything too new on the patrol. Mostly sat on a roof for an hour before moving onto the next. Staying by the most crime ridden parts of Gotham, which was almost all of Gotham. They saved one womans purse and a rich guys watch.

"See, it's not too scary." Fleur said, kicking her feet. Looking down at the 34 story drop, she didn't feel as nervous as she had when she was Tim's age. "Bruce is always being tracked, that's why most of his patrols get crazy."

"Thanks for coming with me, Fleur." Tim said, gripping the ledge.

"Eh, I gotta be a good big sister once and awhile." Fleur said, elbowing Tim with a smirk.

Atlas watched as the two joked, she couldn't hear what they were saying. Taking caution to be far from where they could see her. The guilt was gnawing at her as she watched them. The Red Hood would be back soon, then she'd have to help him kill the two.

Atlas took a shaky breath, standing to her full height and turning. She looked at the Red Hood. He was tense as he looked at the pair. She couldn't tell when his eyes were mostly, but there was something going on in his mind. Something she couldn't help him with.

"Ready?" Atlas asked, thankful that her voice didn't feel as shaky as she did. The Red Hood didn't answer, he just started walking forward. He grabbed the gun from his hip, Atlas followed him with a dagger in her hand.

Fleur could hear it before she saw it. In the light, somewhere she was comfortable, she couldn't hear her surroundings as well as in the dark. Grabbing a batarang from Tim's belt, she threw it, stopping the dagger from hitting either of them.

Both Fleur and Tim jumped to their feet, turning to see the two figures coming at them. Fleur looked at him, assessing the two people coming at them. "You take the small one."

Fleur didn't leave room for argument as she charged forward. She grabbed the dagger from the ground, letting herself fall to the ground when she saw him hold his gun up. She swiped his feet, it only made him stumble.

"Fuck." Fleur said, feeling a throb in her ankle. She rolled out of the way of his foot, him trying to crush her.

She rolled the dagger in her hand, looking over at Tim. He seemed to be struggling. She threw the dagger, scrapping the women's arm.

Atlas ignored the sting, grabbing the dagger before it could fall to the ground. She was going easy on him. She knew it, she just hoped the Red Hood couldn't tell. Robin seemed to be struggling, he wasn't as trained as Atlas was.

She grabbed the dagger with her blood on it, throwing it at Alyssum. She missed on purpose, but it still grazed the girls hair.

Fleur made the mistake of getting distracted by the dagger next to her. The man grabbed her leg, making her fall on her back. He now loomed over her, his foot pressing onto her chest, making it hard to breath.

Jason had never felt the kind of rage he felt as he looked down at Fleur. She was wriggling beneath his boot, like she deserved to live. Like she deserved it more than he did. He looked over at the new Robin. Thatcher was one step ahead of him.

He leaned down until he could whisper with only Fleur hearing him. His voice sounding robotic, the helmet and years with the assassins doing that to him. "You're going to lose Robin, like you lost, Jason."

Fleur could tell her eyes turned green, the minute she heard what the man had said. Power rushed through her, she place a hand on his ankle. Feeling his bare skin as something emerged through her hand.

The man stumbled back as the thorn pricked him, more pain then a usual thorn caused. Fleur grabbed the dagger from the side, cutting the back of his right knee then his left knee. He fell to the ground, like Fleur had been. Fleur called the vines to her, keeping the man on the ground. The pain only affecting him slightly.

Fleur loomed over him this time with the dagger in her hand, instinct making her want to let this pierce his head and hoping he died in the most amount of pain he could. Then she heard Tim. "Hummingbird!"

Her head snapped over, Tim was right on the ledge. The women not letting up. Fleur looked down at the man, feeling the adrenaline wear off. She ran over to Tim, the woman swung at her with another dagger. Fleur dodging it by a hair.

Fleur looked at Tim, saw the pure fear in his eyes. She stabbed the woman in her stomach. getting a matching wound in her arm. Fleur grabbed the woman's arm with her other hand.

Atlas stumbled back, her stomach making it hard to concentrate. Hummingbird pushed her to the ground with a dark look in her eyes, even with a mask on Atlas could tell.

"Don't follow us, or you'll lose a leg." Fleur said, a gunshot when off. She looked up to see a gun in the man's hand. Fleur used her vines to slam his fist back to the ground.

Fleur looked over to see Tim clutching his leg.

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Cori spent the rest of the day with Barb, both having nothing to do. They joked about old times, complained about Dick, talked about everything they could. Cori even made popcorn, they were waiting for their pizza when Cori's phone rang.

She got up from the couch, grabbing it from the kitchen table with a smile. "Hello?"

"Cori?" Came a whisper. Fleur's voice.

"Fleur?" Cori asked, worry filling her. She looked over at Barbara, who also looked concerned.

"There's so much blood, Tim.. Jason-" Fleur muttered, her voice shaky and wet. She let out a sobbed. Cori started to pace.

"Where are you, are you okay?" Cori asked, her voice stern. She was imitating Dinah, what she would do when Cori panicked.

"My- my apartment... Tim- He's.. He's been shot. I-I-I need you.. Please help." Fleur said, taking deep breaths between each couple of words.

"I'm on my way, you know how to keep him from bleeding out. I'll bring supplies." Cori said before hanging up. She put her phone in her pocket, making eye contact with Barbara. They didn't have to say anything, Barbara just nodded and Cori was off.

Leaving an open window in her rush.

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Atlas stumbled over, cutting The Red Hood free. Hummingbird and Robin were long gone, Atlas having to summon her strength to get up, also maybe giving them more time to get away. The Red Hood stood up quickly, looking around. "Why'd you let them get away."

"I didn't let them do anything." Atlas said, the liar. If she really wanted, Robin would be dead on the ground and so would Hummingbird.

"We need to follow them, see if we can catch them." The Red Hood said, starting to walk in the direction they went.

"No." Atlas said, grabbing his arm. "We need to rest up and heal."

"I've been through worse than a couple scratches." The Red Hood said as blood ran down his legs.

"I don't care what you've been through, that injury is not going to help you. They are trained and one has powers. We need all our strength to take them out." Atlas said, her voice low as the pain rushed through her body. "We need to rest."

The Red Hood looked like he wanted to argue, he was tense. But he gave in, pulling his arm away from her. He ran off into the shadows. Leaving Atlas alone on the roof. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain as she ran back to a Falcone Family safehouse.

She landed on a fire escape, the pain starting to drain her. Atlas looked across the alley, seeing an open window with the lights off. She could go inside and hope to god the resident had supplies to help her wound.

Atlas sighed, she couldn't get to the safehouse like this. She jumped to the window, quiet as a mouse. She slid into the house, stumbling to the bathroom. She tore off her face covering, taking deep breaths as she searched the residents drawers.

Feeling the tears fall, Atlas let her head hang. The light switched on, Atlas turned quickly to the door, stumbling back. Ready to defend herself. A gorgeous redhead looked back at her with a hand on her hips.

"I can't keep taking in strays."

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Cori rushed into the door, using her extra key. When she got inside she spotted Fleur on the floor, on her knees. Tim was on the couch while Fleur's hands pressed into his leg. Her hands looked stained red.

The blonde switched spots with Fleur, the other girl now standing. Fleur seemed like she was having trouble breathing, Cori too focused on helping Tim to notice.

Fleur started to pace, her hands dripping in blood. Mixing with the blood coming from her arm. She started to wash her hands in her kitchen sink, Cori almost done with Tim. Fleur blinked away the tears, her mind racing.

The door opened again, Mason and Valencia walked through the door. Mason had a bag in his hand. Fleur immediately knew what that meant. When Mario got violent, Mason stayed with her for a few days. Until he was happy again. Fleur told Valencia to stay with her permanently, but Valencia never took up the offer. Said it would do more harm than good.

"Who are these people?" Cori asked, as she finished wrapping up Tim.

"Mason?" Tim asked, looking behind himself. He had come over a few times when Mason was over. They had become friends.

"Fleur- I'm sorry if this is a bad time." Valencia said, her voice as motherly as always. It wasn't helping Fleur at the moment. She place a hand on her head, her breathing picking up.

"I-I.. I just need a second." Fleur said, walking into her bedroom. She fell into her bed, trying to take deep breaths but failing.

Cori walked into the room, keeping a good distance. "Fleur- you don't have to tell me what happened. But please let me help you. Tell me who those people are and I can deal with them."

"No- I just.. I can deal with them. They're friends. I just-" Fleur stood up again, rubbing a hand over her face. "He talked about Jason. He was standing over me and talking about killing another Robin."

"They all talk about that, everyone knows about Joker's killing of a Robin." Cori said softly, not trying to be harsh. These comments had never effected Fleur like this before.

"I know...... But they said his name." Fleur said, frozen as she relived the moment.

"Whose? Tim's?" Cori asked, wondering if something had been leaked.

"No, Jason's."

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First full chapter is out, and a lot of shit happened. Also could not think of a title so it's a little weird

Hummingbird is Fleur's sidekick name, she'll end up changing it to Alyssum later in the story. Also quick explanation, in the shadows if you stand still or sit still, Fleur can't really tell you're there. It's the movement that helps. Exact opposite in the daylight.

Priya and Selina will be a lot more involved next chapter. Also big sister Cori moments in this chapter. And we see Fleur and Tim's bond.

Enjoy!