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Hello, Jason

I couldn't shake the way she looked before she jumped. I couldn't shake the way that Jett vanished without a trace after she hit. There's been so much death surrounding me lately, I was so sick of it.

I was cursed with this curse to always be cursed. I hated it. I hated the way it felt when death showed it's ugly head. I couldn't look at anybody as the trees passed by. I feel this sinking feeling that every death that I have encountered is my fault. Maybe if Talia hadn't brought me back from the dead then death wouldn't claim everyone close to me.

That was silly, I knew that. I couldn't change the way things were. I couldn't stop someones fate, but my fate was to be dead and stay dead, but that was changed. So maybe my resurrection was change to everyone's fate.

Who would be next? Alfred, Dick, Bruce..? Everyone except the person whose fault it actually is that was killed.

I grit my teeth. I realize how incredibly crazy I sound at this moment, but that didn't stop me from feeling this way. I felt Bruce side glance me a few times through the long drive back to the manor.

"I know what you're thinking." He mumbles. Of course he did. He always knew. That was the problem right?

"The past couple months have been hard for you. You lost two people. It's not your fault. You're just a good guy in a bad world." I scoff. I know that was suppose to make me feel better, but honestly, it made me feel worse.

I haven't been a good guy in my entire life. I have been anything and everything except a good guy. It's the curse.

"I'm hardly a good guy, Bruce. I'll leave the saving the day and being the hero for you. I just stop bad things from turning into worse things and apparently I'm not good at that either." I huff crossing my arms.

"You're right. You're quite awful at this whole saving the day thing, but that doesn't change the fact that you are a good person. You keep trying even though you keep failing. You keep trying to do the right thing, even when things don't work out. That's what a hero is. Fighting for the right things." Of course, that was his opinion.

Still, I didn't consider myself a hero. There was nothing heroic about my efforts. I could have stopped her. I could have not acted so angry and stormed out the day I found them in bed together, but I did. I can't change that. I couldn't change her.

I guess that was the hardest part. Accepting that no matter what I would have or should have done, I could have never saved her.

We pulled up to the manor and I jump out of the car and walk to the front of the house. I open the door to hear Alfred laughing. It was a dry, snarky laugh like he usually does, but a deep belly, full of joy laugh.

I follow the sound and find him sitting at the bar, actually sitting, with a young woman. Her hair is pinned back and it's dark. It's long locks down her back and her eyes are the deepest green that I have ever seen.

"Alfred." I say as I basically run to him. I was so overcome with relief that I didn't even acknowledge the lady sitting across from him. But her eyes softened as he stood facing me.

I pull Alfred into a huge and bury my face in the crook of his neck.

"Don't ever scare me like that again." I mumble. He pets my head. That's why I love Alfred. He's firm when he needs to be and he's gentle when he has to be. He's the perfect father.

"Master Jason, I'm quite alright. I feel a lot better actually. But please, meet my niece, Jessika." He gestures to the young girl. I pegged her to be maybe 25. Maybe.

I suddenly felt old. I wasn't old though, was I? Depend if we count the years that I was dead, then I could be old.

"Jessika." I said nodding my head in her general direction. I turn my head, shielding my lips from her view and whisper lowly.

"You better keep that one away from Bruce. You know how he is." Alfred swats me away, but he didn't deny it either.

"Jess." She said through tight lips.

"Huh?" I say in response.

"Jess, almost everyone, but Uncle calls me Jess." She smiles. It was a real smile too. The kind where its real joy behind it.

"Well, Jess, nice to meet you. I haven't heard Alfred laugh like that in a long time." Alfred's blushes, dropping his head away from me.

"Master Jason, enough." But he's smiling. I like this side of Alfred. With the stress of being Bruce's butler, medic, father, caretaker, cook, maid, etc; he rarely gets time for himself.

"Uncle is an important part of my life. We talk almost everyday. He's been really helpful since the loss of my father and with the crime that's happening surrounding that.." She exhales. I catch Alfred's eye, but he quickly pulls away from me.

"Well, who wants some tea." He says as the pot of the stove starts screaming. I briefly wondered what she meant by that, but I had made myself a promise before Agatha even hit the ground, that I would never involve myself with something personal again.

"I would love some Uncle. But why don't you have a seat and I'll make us some. Jason.. would you like a cup?" She's staring at me with those bright green eyes. I smile, okay, so maybe a little personal would be okay.

"Yeah, I have a little time." I say in response. She smiles and turns her back to me. Alfred looks over at my direction, but he's not smiling. He's not happy. He's trying to tell me something. He's trying to tell me something very important, but I'm just not catching it.

She turns around, interrupting our silent communication.

"I'm so glad to be here, Uncle." She turns back around. Once again, Alfred turns, trying to tell me something. Something that I need to know, something serious, maybe something extremely important.

If only I could understand his silent plea.

"Alfred, Jason?" Bruce says. "Who's this?"

I get it then. She turns around, bright green eyes on him, and smiles.

"Hello Bruce." For a moment Bruce is silent, confused, but then it hits us all like a ton of bricks.

"Hello, Pamela." He says casually.

Crap, Poison Ivy, has unknowingly walked into the Batman's house.