Jason Todd's Daughter

Fight Or Flight... Neither?

       "I-crap!" Tim hissed in pain as a black combat boot slammed into his side, causing him to double over in pain.
        Fortunately the Robin suit took the brunt of the kick, otherwise he probably would have a broken rib or two.
        The boot belonged to Arya. And she looked pissed, at him.
        Her chocolatey eyes flickered towards the computer screen, it was time to finish what she'd started.
        Brushing her hair behind her ear, she quickly hit 'end call', cutting off the transmission.
     "Arya no!" But he was too late, the connection was already lost.
      Giving him an innocent look she shrugged, "Oops."
       Tim warily eyed the small, seemingly harmless girl as she slowly advanced on him.
       "Arya, stop. We can talk about this, be reasonable," he said calmly, What do I do if she attacks? I don't want to hurt her! And did I just sound like Bruce?!!
        "Sorry Tim," she took a battle stance, "But family comes first."
         Dang it, now what? I-"Hiya!" Arya lunged at him. Tim automatically stepped back, he may not want to fight her, but he sure as hell wasn't going to just let her pummel him.
       "But technically," he dodged a fist, "we are family!"
       "True," the little brunette admitted.
        Blocking her next punch that was aimed at his throat, Red Robin yanked her off balance.
       "Shouldn't we be trying to bring our family back together instead?"
        Kicking his legs out from underneath him, Arya instantly seized the chance to pin a knife to Tim's throat once he had fallen.
        He gulped. There was just enough pressure on the knife to slit his throat if he moved but not enough to draw blood if he didn't.
       Giving the downed hero a mischievous smirk she leaned down so that her lips were almost touching his ear,"So then what's your plan, Timmy?"
        
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       Ten Minutes Later...
       Was tying me up really necessary?!" Timothy complained.
        Biting her lip to keep herself from laughing Arya nodded at the grumbling Bat.
         Pouting Tim muttered to himself,"This WAS not part of my plan."
         Which of course, Arya heard; unable to stop herself in time she answered sassily, "Welll of course we have to tie you up, do you really think that my dad would believe that you beat me?"
       "Good point. Wait what?" Tim gave her an indignant look. "I could take you on."
       "Tell that to the shiny floor I mopped with you."
        Scowling, Tim resorted to silent treatment as his revenge. (Yes, he is allowed to use silent treatment,  he's fourteen, go for it!)
        Arya chuckled, he honestly looked adorable when he pouted, like an injured puppy.
       Deciding that a little ego stroking wouldn't hurt she added, "Plus, you're to formidable of an enemy to be left unrestrained."
       "Well when you put it like that!" He beamed.
        Why? Why do I have a cinnamon roll to work with? Where's the feared, the heroic, the serious Red Robin?
       "I really hope this works or we are so grounded," she commented, kneeling UN front of him to check the ropes to make sure they were tied tightly and securely.
      "If this doesn't work we may literally, end up in the ground. In coffins."     
      "Thank you Tim, for that wonderful piece of information!"
       He shrugged (sort of, I mean, it's rather hard to do when you're tied up). "Just stating the facts."
      The plan was simple: They needed to force both the Bat Clan and the Outlaws to have to work with each other. So Tim and Arya decided, what brings family together better than a  kidnapping?
      All they had to do was get past the Manor doors (hence the ropes, in case they ran into Arya's family on the way).
       The person they needed to kidnap them was...well it's  obvious. The Joker.
      "Why are we going to let the Joker kidnap us again?" Tim asked for the fifth time.
       Bringing her hand to the bridge of her nose Arya took a deep breath, and began explaining. Again. For the fifth time.
      "Because he's perfect! Batman has a grudge against him, and my dad has a vendetta. See? Perfect."
       Arya had already commed her father, telling him that she was bringing the Robin, to a more.. suitable cell. He bought it.
      Once they reached the Manor doors, Tim stopped Arya, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
      The memories of her dad looking at the photo of his adopted family, how her mom had stared at Dick with love in her gaze, how Arya herself had felt when she'd gotten to spend time with her uncles.
      Her brown eyes met Tim's blue ones without even a flicker of doubt in them. "Absolutely."
      Grabbing him by his bound hands she took her dagger and sliced through the ropes."Do you?"
      Smiling he pushed open the door, "Ladies first."

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      "I'm really starting to question why I let you make the plans!" Tim groaned as another one of the Joker's henchmen kicked him in stomach.
       "Really? You're bringing up ny leadership skills now?!" Arya replied in disbelief.
      "SHUT UP!" A few more kicks were reigned down on the two bound heroes.
       They'd found the Joker alright. And were 'captured'. Which was according to plan, being chained to the floor by their feet, not part of the plan.
       Unfortunately for them  the Joker had decided to have his men entertain his guests until he could come spend, as he put it, "Quality time together!"
      Arya winced as one of the thugs foot connected with her jaw. "Okay, I admit, maybe not my best plan."
      "You think?" The Red Bird mocked scathingly.
       "I said, SHUT U-ughh" The thug started to screech at them only to be silenced by a single gunshot.
       The room went silent as his lifeless body hit the ground, making a faint echoing 'thud'.
       "Hehehe..now THAT is what I call going out with a bang!!" The Joker cackled as he entered the warehouse, pocketing the smoking  revolver. "Get it?! Going out with a BANG? Ooh never mind, tough crowd."
       Turning his attention to the two young heroes, the madman knelt in front of Arya. Grabbing her face he looked her dead in the eyes with his crazed green ones.
       "Welllll, you're new sweetcheeks! What does my  favorite Bat call you? Oooh. Let me guess, let me guess, you're..Dove?" (I'm sorry! But I recently saw the new version of DC's Titans and couldn't help myself)
        Glaring at her Father's murderer, she head butted him as hard as she could.
       "Oh I like you. You, you have," He clenched a fist full if her hair and yanked Arya's  head backwards so that her neck was strained in a painful position, forcing her to look at him once more, "You have..ha, spunk! I can see it in your pretty little brown eyes!"
        Dragging the female hero forward by her hair so that her ear right next to his scarred mouth, Joker whispered, his voice losing it's humorous tone and taking on a more animalistic one, "And I'm going to love watching that spark fade from your eyes as I rip your life away from you...."
       Using her hair as leverage the Joker threw Arya away from him.
        She flinched as she heard a sharp shriek of metal, looking up her eyes widened in horror as the Joker held up.....a crowbar.
      "Nooooo!" Tim screamed helplessly as the Crime King swung the bar at Arya.
       History always repeats itself, sometimes to well.

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       "Stay alert," Batman cautioned Damien, "they could be anyw-" he grunted as a Jason's knife slide past his face, embedding itself into the stone wall.
      "Jason," he narrowed his eyes at his prodigal son. Jason stood behind him with Harper.
      "I'm only going to ask this once Bruce, where did the stupid little replacement take MY DAUGHTER?!"
       "And mine!" Kory demanded landing next to Jason, with Dick slung across her shoulder.
       Batman, blinked. "What? I don't have your daughter. The real question is where is my son?!"
       Roy scoffed,"One, since when did you start caring about your kids? Two, we don't have your son, He has my niece, and if we don't get her back.."
       The red head left his threat unfinished, he knew they could put the rest together.
       Damien, who'd been quiet this whole time, decided now was a good time to speak up.
       "Father, wouldn't it be wise to check the Batcave's security footage?" He pointed out with an 'this should be obvious peasants!' air. "And why are you carrying Grayson?"
        Kory nodded at this, "The Robin is right, checking the footage will tell us what happened. And because Dick is mine."
      Bruce and Damien shared a look, what did they have to lose? They both relaxed their stances.
       Lowering his bow, Roy waited for Jason to do the same with his gun, slowly Red Hood did lower his own weapon.
      "Try anything funny Bruce, and the Demon dies first," Jason growled.      
        Damien raised an eyebrow, "Like you could kill me."
       Narrowing his eyes at the ten year old assassin Jason muttered to himself, "On second thought old Brucie might thank me."
      "I heard that!" Damien huffed crossing his arms in front of his chest as the all cautiously made their way to the batcomputer.
       "You were meant to!" Jason shot back at the younger boy.
       "Wait," the assassin froze, his eyes widening in a rare show of panic, "Where's Pennyworth?"
        Everyone in the room, hero and anti-hero alike looked at each in complete and utter fear. "ALFRED!!!!"

        Okay, I know this chapter is kind of short, but I'm preparing to go on school vacation and have been super busy. But, I still plan on updating as much as possible!