Hello people,

I'm looking back at this fanfic and I cringe (I have to look away from how bad it is) because wow only a few years back and I was pretty horrible at writing. Hopefully currently my writing is better and I hope that you will enjoy it more. The fic will largely stay the same, but I'm making a few changes to the plot. I hope you will like this revised version. While the first chapter may be a lot darker than before (and more extensive), this story will still include lot's of fluff and lot's of happy family moments.

IMPORTANT: This fic takes place AFTER season 2. It does not include or allude to season 3. So if there is anything you see and think 'hey isn't this supposed to happen in season 3' or 'he shouldn't be alive yet' or 'this doesn't fit', this is all because it is based on the ending of season 2. This is also an AU as Jason is alive in this fic as Red Hood and the bats already know it is Jason. Damian will also already be in the Bat family. The only Batgirl in this fic will be Barbara Gordon as I don't know the others well enough.

The old chapters are still up there and they will be changed when I get to them. So if you want to read the very horrible first version, they are still there until they are changed and updated to a new chapter.

Of course, a lot of thanks to my IRL friend Shadowmoon who has proofread this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice. I hope you have fun reading.

-anonymous-line-break-(carl)-

Nightwing (Dick Grayson) p.o.v. -Chicago-

He had decided it was the best option. It was necessary. However he could still hear Wally saying that he had turned into batman. While the words still hurt and he really didn't want to do this, the still proceeded. It was necessary. He deserves the scornful glances when they think he is not looking. He deserves the whispers and hate. Still he stands by his decision of not telling them. It was necessary. As good as they are, they are not actors. They wouldn't be able to fight someone that is on their side, not while making it look real. They would pull punches and they wouldn't have the appropriate reactions. That could mean Kaldur's and Artemis' heads. They couldn't have made anyone else stand by the bad guys side as there are no motives, at least no solid ones. As for the fake dying, Artemis was the only one who could act sufficiently, the only one who wouldn't slip and mess up. Wally agreed that he shouldn't do it. He was the team leader after all and he needed to take care of both Gotham and Blüdhaven, plus train with robin and batgirl. Along with the fact that he would immediately be discovered as there would be a high chance of Deathstroke or just one of the Gotham villains coming to visit. No, he made the right decision. Yet it was also the decision batman would have made. It was necessary. He sighed and stretched his legs a bit. He has already been at this stake-out for an hour.

He had found information on an ancient magical tablet with the ability to bring the lost back. The wording on magical trinkets and objects was usually the most important part and the wording on this table specifically said, 'bringing the lost back'. That could mean bringing the dead back, but this ancient language had another word for dead, plus the fact that the rune sequence would not work if lost meant dead. It was specifically for the lost, not the dead, and Wally was lost, not dead. The magical tablet should be here soon and he had prepared himself to take it.

The building he was looking at was an abandoned warehouse, which is apparently a favourite amongst the villains. Most of the windows were smashed in or were about to fall out. The doors were made from a heavy metal, currently closed but could be opened at a moment's notice. The roof was old and vulnerable; it would not hold his weight. The only option left for him was to go through the windows and he had already found several satisfactory options. A lot of windows did not suffice because of leftover glass, weak glass and weak support. A few windows that were intact would be an option if he was able to open them quietly and some of the windows of which all the glass was gone, were also options. Luckily it was cloudy and the streetlights were malfunctioning. This meant he did not have to worry about casting shadows, when coming through the window.

He had already counted at least 30 henchmen in the vicinity. Two at each door and several spread over the area, doing regular patrols. There were also a few hidden ones, which were sometimes betrayed by movements or by glances of their fellows. All of them are armed. Around 70% had guns in their possession and the others had either knife or bats. He had also spotted a few snipers on each of the adjacent buildings. He acknowledged that the odds are not good and in any other situation he would have called for backup, but he couldn't. This was his mess and he had to clean it up. Besides if they knew what he was going to do with the tablet they wouldn't agree, probably.

He already had all the information necessary on the exchange, however he was also prepared for changes in the plan. The tablet was found in an ancient ruin in Norway, hidden away from the world. A research team found it and documented it. Those documents he found in his search for a way to bring Wally back. Then he began to search where the tablet was now. It was constantly exchanged between different people and museums, until it went missing during shipping. It was stolen and a further exchange happened. He followed it to this place, where the next exchange would happen. It was between a mob that ruled this part of Chicago and a mob from Metropolis. He really did not want the tablet to go to Metropolis. It would be more difficult to get the tablet with Superman listening nearby and more importantly it should be nowhere near Lex Luthor. He really didn't want to know what Luthor could do with a magical tablet. The mob from Metropolis was well organized and had top notch guns and were all well trained. The mob from Chicago was less well trained but they were more ruthless and had less fear. As Chicago had close to no super activity. It would be difficult to acquire the tablet.

He checked his suit again. As this was more of a personal mission and not entirely legal, he went in a specialised stealth suit. He really hated it, but he was going to use Deathstroke's style for this mission. He could not be connected right now to Nightwing or any of the bats. This meant that this suit was armoured more heavily, to prevent him from making any acrobatic stunts. It was largely bulletproof, which gave him a sense of ease as he looked at the guns. On his head was a helmet. He made the helmet specifically. It covered his entire head and was connected to his suit. Only he could take the helmet off. It was black with green accents, a deep dark green. The helmet was sleek and had no visible eye holes or glass, at the bottom there was a ventilation system, that filtered out any chemicals and was equipped for diving or sudden submerges in water. It also modified his voice to an emotionless voice. The armour he wore was also sleek and close to no gap was found in between the different plates, everything glided along each side perfectly. There was a special padding which would hide the movements of breathing and make him look taller and larger than he was. The sleek design was again accented with green, when in combat the green would light up randomly, making others think a special attack would come, confusing them. All in all, the armour made him look like a robot. A very dangerous futuristic robot.

The weapons he had on him were aerodynamic twin swords of a dark black metal about as long as his back. Said metal was especially good for running a current through them. The arms of the suit could also be charged, making his fists shockingly effective. Under the palms of his hands there was also an electrical gun, which would shoot small electrical pellets, knocking a person out. The entire suit was connected to an A.I. which could provide him information, but the most important part of it is that it would scan the people he was attacking. The A.I. would scan for any medical problems as well as metal on the person among other things and then would calculate the amount of electricity the person could withstand, thus making sure he would not accidently kill someone. Lastly at the back of the suit was a small jetpack, modified to be absolutely silent. He was very satisfied with this suit: it did not allow his usual fighting styles and was more menacing, making it perfect for the other missions he had to deal with and that Nightwing could not be associated with.

However, the suit also had several disadvantages. He could not use his usual fighting styles, meaning in a fight he must resort to other measures. The armour was not suitable for prolonged use. It ran on electricity to power the weapons and it would eventually run out of energy. Along with the fact that it was heavy armour and he could not wear it for long. While smooth the movements made in the armour were also slightly slower due to the weight. All in all, the armour was perfect for a tank, but not for a rogue.

He perked up when he saw a car arrive. It was a typical non-descript car and it was led into the building. Now it was time for the mission. He slowly and carefully made his way to one of the snipers. On top of one of the nearby buildings there was a lone sniper. He climbed to the top, his armour providing the necessary grip on the stones. At the top, he silently walked to the sniper. Not a sound was made when he covered the mouth of the in black clad man and sent an electrical charge through the man, knocking him unconscious. Checking to make sure that the gun had not moved from it's position he went to the other snipers. Knocking all of them out, with no one taking notice.

He had already memorised the patterns of the guard. He stood silently in the alley waiting for the guards to enter. When the two guards entered the alley, he quickly moved and knocked one of them out. When the other finally got his bearings and tried to contact the others, he had already let the first guard silently fall to the ground. As quick as possible he went over to the other man and gave him a knock on the head, electrocuting him afterwards to make sure he was unconscious. He dragged the two behind the bins in the alley. It would take the other guards around 10 minutes to notice they were missing. He made his way to the other covert spots and silently took out 10 more men.

He climbed on top of one of the cleared buildings and set down a device. The device would scramble communications; however it would not work for a long time and it would soon be discovered by the guards outside and inside. Hopefully before that he would have knocked all the guards outside unconscious.

One of the guards noticed something was up and began walking to one of the knocked-out patrols. Nightwing began to make his way there as quickly as possible. Luckily, he was on time and knocked him out from above before he could make a sound. However, when the guard didn't return two other guards began to make their way to me. Hiding himself he watched as they walked past him and then descended upon them. Three more people out of the way. This way he began picking out a few more guards, however the henchmen became jumpier and jumpier as their comrades didn't return. He saw one of them go for their communicator, only to be met with static.

Before the man could do anything else, he fell from above and landed on his face, effectively taking him out of the game. While the others were stunned, he quickly made his way to the henchmen with guns and used his swords to slice through their guns. This however spurned them into action and they descended upon him. 10 to one with no guns was doable. "Holy sh*t, it's a robot!" "Da f*ck" "Get rid of that thing"

He ducked under a bat aimed at his head and brought one of the swords to the side of the man. The electrical current knocked him out and as he fell, the others descended into chaos. "MIKE!" "Oh god, the robot killed him!" "It's a killer-bot!" In the chaos he swung his other sword backwards and knocked the other one out as well. "Get him!" "You'll pay for that you piece of scraps!"

Now the fight became more difficult as he sidestepped one of the knifes, he felt a wooden bat shatter on his armour and heard a very distinct 'meep' coming from behind him. He swung his swords in an arc around him and while one backed up, another fell to his blade. The one blade that was still in motion, he changed the directory of and swept one of the men of his feet. With a stomp of his feet there were only 6 pests left.

He caught one of the knives in a tight grip, determining that the blade was from an inferior metal he crushed it between his hands. "Oh god, oh god, oh god." "I don't f*cking get paid for this sh*t." Launching into action again he knocked a further three out. One of the men began to run for the door of the building and the other two tried to hold him back. He punched one of them and while the current ran through the guy, he raised his hand and shot one of the pellets at the running man downing him with a noticeable crackle of electricity. The last man looked at him as if he was the lord of the underworld himself. So, this is what it is like when you are Batman. They are not even sure what you are, but you are strong, they are not. He could almost taste the fear. He didn't want to think about this any longer, so he swiftly knocked them out. Checking to make sure no one was dead, he began to make his way to the warehouse.

His breathing was strained, and he could already feel his muscles screaming at him. He could probably not do this for much longer. He took one deep breath and gritted his teeth. He would complete this mission and no one would stop him.

He made his way to one of the windows and peeked inside. The warehouse was empty on the inside, the only thing that was there were the two cars of both mobs. There were ten people in total on both sides. Both sides were still grand-standing and overcompensating. Three people of each side were in the middle, two armed bodyguards and a leader, also armed. Two grunts at each door and the other five were spread around the building. The keys were still in the car, meant for a quick escape. He determined that the tablet was in the black case held in the hands of one of the grunts in the middle, on the side of the Chicago mob. The Metropolis mob also had a black suitcase, likely filled with money.

On one hand he wanted to take out both mobs and hand them over to the police, on the other hand he just wanted the tablet. To take out both mobs would cost significant action as he wouldn't be able to use the sneak and take out technique. Not to mention he was already tired. To meet 20 people head on would be very difficult, doable if he took a few out beforehand. Sleeping gas would not work, as the warehouse was too big and the windows were broken. He could take them head on. His suit should be able to easily repel bullets. The only problem was that he did not want them to escape and he had to lower the number of grunts. To only take the tablet was easier. He had to drop a smoke bomb, under the fast dispersing smoke he would grab the case and fly back out with the jetpack. They would shoot him, but he wouldn't take significant damage.

He let himself fall down outside the warehouse. What to do, what to do, he pondered. He wasn't a hero right now and that meant that he shouldn't take out the mobs, however his sense of righteousness would not let them walk free. He got an incredibly stupid idea. He could also just fake being a 'killer robot'. He could jump in dramatically and take out everyone inside, then he would place a discrete call to the police. That is, if they did not pick up the sound of gun fire…. It would spread among the people that there is a robot going around robbing people, but a few grunts outside had already seen him so it would spread regardless. He walked to one of the doors. The doors opened inwards. He picked up one of the metal pipes of the grunts and began to bend it. Locking it over the door handles, he determined that it would not be easily opened from the inside. He walked to the other door and locked that one with the same method.

He began to climb back to the window and took position. If he was fast he could take 8 of them while shooting. He began to fire and in quick succession 8 grunts fell down electrocuted. "AAAH" "There!" "Holy f*ck, is that a robot?" "FIRE!" The shooting began and he sprung down aiming. He took down another 4, while bullets ricocheted of his chest. Then they began to understand that he could just take the gun fire head on and came upon him with knives and bats. Ducking down, he took out his swords and felled another two. Six left to go. The two leaders are already bickering by the door, while desperately trying to get it open. He swung his swords again and another two fell. The other two began to back up and he dived towards them with a sword slash. Now the only ones left were the leaders. Calmly, he walked to the middle and picked up the case with the tablet. He looked at the two and noticed with disgust that one of them peed his pants. A quick shot and both were down.

He could hear the police sirens in the distance coming closer. After a quick check if he got the right tablet and not a fake, he climbed back out of the window and began making his way to the home base of his shadow armour. He was dead tired and really wanted to get out this suit. He groaned quietly to himself. He also had to fix his armour.

-the-actual-anonymous-line-break-

Lex Luthor p.o.v. -Metropolis

He looked calmly at the news. On it was the Daily Planet newscast. "We are in front of the same warehouse where the fight went down. Here a mob from Metropolis was found making an unknown deal with the local mob. All culprits were apprehended and are in the police station. What was curious about this case is that most of the mob agreed that a black and green killer robot has taken them out. In fact, most of them cried when they realised they were alive. Who is this killer robot? Is it a hero? A villain? An actual robot or a human? We of the Daily Planet will try to find out more! Thank you-" He clicked away the news report and frowned at the screen.

"Is it in his hands Klarion?"

"Yes, he has received it."

"Good"

-how-am-I-not-anonymous?—(Carl)-

~Omake~

"I found a footage of the Chicago take down."

"Show it! Show it! Pleaaaaaaaase!"

*small footage of shadow armour downing own person*

"Holy f*ck! It's a kill-bot!"

"FLASH!"