I do not own Batman, nor will I ever. In this story, I would say that Jason and Rora are both 19. I don't know Jason's age, and I'll try to find out. If you guys know, please tell me. Thanks :3. And also, thanks for the nice reveiws! I greatly appreciate them! Sorry that this chapter took so long!

Also, some of the dialogue in the movie might not be exactly accurate.

Revenge. The word soared through Rora's mind. Revenge? Rora sounded unsure, but she knew she wanted it. Jason was the most important person in her life, and the bastard clown took him from her.

A few weeks after her parents' divorce, she met him. He was a stubborn and hot-headed boy, but seemed nice enough to talk to her. After a few monthes, they had became friends and Rora realized that he understood her.

Her world lit up when Jason became a very close friend. He was the first person to strain a smile from her. Whenever Rora was with Jason, she never had to worry about her horrid mother and new step-father.

A few weeks later, she developed a huge crush on him. He flirted with her every once in a while, but seemed a bit unsure whether it was right or not. One night, when he walked her home, they bothed admitted their feelings, and became a couple.

The world was so different when he was in her life. Now that he was gone, the world became a lonely place for her again. Getting revenge on his killer would let her sleep better at night. And the Joker would never be able to hurt anyone again.

Gotham City's buildings and skyscrapers lit up the night. Though the darkness in the streets still lurked. It was a busy night for everyone; a GCPD blimp searched the city and people shouted at each other in the highway.

"Then who's party is this?" A man said across the wooden circle-shaped table. "I thought it was you East-side losers. You already rolled over for the Black Mask so I figured you were already gonna ask us in." Another replied.

"Rolled over? The Mask wiped six of my crew in a month! SIX!" Gotham's drug lords sat in an abandoned warehouse, a dim light hanging over the table. "Some of my best people.." the deep voiced man murmured.

A blonde-haired man spoke. "So you set up this meet?" "Nah, I thought it was Chi-Chi." Chi Chi shrugged. "Wasn't my meet." "The hell with this. I'm goin'. You brain doners wanna hang aroun-" "Sit down, Freddy." A voice came from above.

The men and women looked up. A figure stood there. "It's my meeting." the figure said. "It's him." one said. "Batman?" another questioned. "We didn't do nothin." The figure cameout from the shadows, revealing a man wearing a red mask and holding a gun.

"Well, we all know that's a lie." he joked. "Who the hell are you?" Chi Chi asked, many of them pulling out their own weapons. "Smoke him!" the blonde man commanded. The man in the mask began shooting his gun down the table, the drug dealers ducking and covering. "I said sit down." the mask man repeated.

"You wanna DIE!? There's easier ways to kill yourself!" "Ya. Like yelling at the guy who's holding the AK-47. Listen to me you drug-dwelling scumbags, I will be running the drug trade from now on. You eight of the prospered street dealers in Gotham, I'm offering you more on the deal. You go about your business as usual, kick up 40 percent to me. That's a much sweeter deal than the scraps Black Mask is leaving you."

"In return, you will have total protection from both Black Mask and Batman. But you stay away from kids and school yards. No dealing to children, got it? If you do, you're dead."

"Okay, crazy man, this is all very generous, but why in the hell should we listen to you?" the blonde asked. The masked man dropped a large duffle bag on the table, startling some of the criminals. The blonde looked to a woman, and then began opening the bag.

Chi Chi puked under the table. "Damn." Tyler said. "Those are the heads of all your lutentiants. That took me two hours." The man re-loaded his gun. "You wanna see what I can get done in a whole evening? Make no mistake. I'm not asking you to kick in with me. I'm telling you." He fired again.

When the men and women looked up, he was gone. "40 perent works for me."