[Jason POV]

While Jason sat on his motorcycle his device was beeping showing that Mercy was on the move. Looking over at Jenny watching her climb onto Dick's bike, looking over at him before he sped off in the direction that Mercy had ran off in. The beeping on the tracking device was leading him off down the alley's on the outskirts of Gotham. The light had stopped moving at a abandoned warehouse, climbing off his bike he walked into the building his guns out prepared for her attack. Slowly creeping through the building, his helmet's night vision screening activated inside the dark building. Above him a metal rafter creaked loudly in the empty warehouse, Jason looked up his helmet zooming in on the rafter above his head. Before he realized what was happening the rafter started falling, jumping away from the ground he landed with a thud as the rafter crashed loudly into the ground.

Boots thudded loudly off to the side and pressed down on his throat, "Smart choice implanting a tracker on me. I didn't think Nightwing would do that but you, you're very different from him. Why are you following me?" Mercy questioned.

Jason looked up at her from inside the hood, grabbing her ankle he pulled her boot off his throat and twisted it sending her flying to the side. Reaching above his head he grabbed his gun that had slid a few inches away from him and pulled the triggers as the guns lined up with her chest. Metal pinging echoed through the warehouse, as the bullets bounced right off the industrial metal under her skin. He jumped up as Mercy grinned and ran towards him, shoving him against a wall punching him in the stomach. Grunting, he smirked inside his helmet. "Is that all you've got Metal Barbie? Color me unimpressed." Bashing his head against hers as his helmet begins to crack she staggered back, allowing Jason the opportunity to spin with his right leg in the air and his foot crashed into her chest sending her back against the metal column behind her.

Mercy looked down at her chest, the false flesh was ripped away with small scratches decorating her chest. "Hmm.." She mumbled, her head raised and she glared at him. Mercy sprinted to him and wrapped her hands around his neck pulling his head down with her extra strength, bringing her knee up into his gut, causing him to groan and stumble a bit in her grasp. She reared her leg back once again and as her knee came crashing into his helmet it caused his helmet to shatter completely. Jason staggered back before pulling the remains off his head, his domino mask still in place.

Smirking, he stalked towards her as she reached out trying to punch him. Grabbing her hand Jason picked her up and slung her over his shoulder throwing her into the concrete ground. As her body embedded into the concrete, placing his steel toe boots on her chest he reached into his jacket and pulled out his both of his taser guns. Aiming them at her head, his watched as she hid her emotions despite the uncomfortable squirm that was spreading across her mouth.

"Now Metal Barbie, mind telling me why you are hunting down the girl?" He questioned, "If you don't answer I will pull this trigger and with the amount of water you've been in tonight I'm sure that there is enough within your metal body that would break down your mechanics if you were introduced to a fifty thousand volt taser.. or two."

As Mercy looked up at him, her eyes were a visible glare. "My boss sent me."

"Why? Speak Metal Barbie, you're not a toy."

"Last year, she hacked into my boss's company and stole money framing her boyfriend for stealing. My boss however doesn't appreciate the fact his company was so easily hacked. He wants her dead for screwing with him." Her voice was icy and malicious.

"How was she able to hack his company?" He questioned, as she continued to glare at him not saying a word. "Answer me." He pressed one of his taser's against her temple, "Or you're fried."

"She's a skilled hacker, she doesn't know what she's doing all the time but if she does go looking for something she will find it. My boss doesn't want her hacking him again so I'm here to clean it up. She graduated college at the age of seventeen, she is a kid genius. If she can do it once, she can do it again." Mercy grunted under the weight of his boot.

"Thanks doll." He replied as he slowly started to pull his boot off her chest, looking back down at her he pulled both taser triggers, sending the little wire electrodes against her chest. One hundred thousand volts coursed through her entire metal body, violently shuddering and sending tiny sparks flying. Her screams of agony filled the empty warehouse, after a few moments her body went limp. Jason squatted down and inspected her, standing up he kicked her several times seeing if she was still alive. "So long doll." He muttered as he picked up the broken pieces of his helmet and exited the warehouse. Shoving his helmet pieces in a side compartment on his motorcycle Jason hops on and drives back to his warehouse.

[Vicky POV]

As Nightwing pulled up to the GCPD, Barbara's dad was standing outside waiting for him patiently. Nightwing pulled the bike to a stop and waited for Vicky to climb off. As he looked to Gordon, "This girl is in danger, someone is hunting her down and attacked her in her own apartment. She has nowhere safe to go, can you keep her safe?" Gordon crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Nightwing before he nodded.

"Of course, she's Barbara's friend." Gordon's gruff voice made Vicky feel a bit at peace compared to the strange night she's had.

Climbing off Nightwing's bike she looked at him, "Thank you, for catching me and everything." Her voice mumbled softly, she could feel the cold finally reaching her as she shivers. Gordon pulled off his GCPD jacket and wrapped it around her. Gordon nodded to Nightwing and started to lead her away but she could hear the motorcycle screeching away. Upon entering the GCPD Gordon led Vicky to his office, shutting the door behind them he walked over to the desk.

"Sit Jenny, make yourself comfortable. I'll finish up this paperwork and we will head back to my house, where you're safe to stay for a while. I know Barbara won't be there but you can stay with me." He mumbled under his thick mustache as he pushed the bridge of his glasses back up on his nose.

Nodding Vicky sat on the tiny couch to the side of his office, staring down at her hands that were now dry from the previous rain. "Commissioner, can I ask you something?"

"Yes." He replied not looking up from his paperwork.

"If someone did something bad, to save themselves from someone worse can they still get in trouble?" She asked, her voice dropping slowly.

As Gordon set down the papers, he looked up at Vicky when a knock came upon his door. "Come in." He replied, his eyes watching her cautiously. Vicky kept her head turned away from whoever entered the room, not wanting to be seen out of fear.

"Sir, your daughter is on the line." A officer stated before heading back out into the

Gordon nodded as he grabbed the desk phone and pushed the red button, Barbara's voice echoed through the phone, "Hey sweetheart, Jenny is here with me at the office, when we get there she's going to be staying with us but could you have a towel for her ready. I'm about to head home. Yeah? Okay. Be there shortly. Love you." He closed the phone and motioned for the door, "She said you can stay with her, so I'll swing by and drop you off sound good?" He looked down at Vicky who just nodded.

Sitting inside the Commissioner's car Vicky watched the rain still cascading down, looking over at the flourescent green digital clock it was just after midnight. Shivering, she knew that she'd end up getting sick. Seeing Barbara and Gordon's house pull up into view, Gordon climbed out of the car as did Vicky. Barbara was sitting in her wheelchair waiting on the porch with a towel for Vicky as Dick stood behind her. Looking down at her feet she could still see the dirt and mud covering her feet, Gordon looked down at his daughter and kissed her forehead as he nodded at Dick before entering his house.

"Jenny, I figured you may want to shower before dinner so I kept some food in the microwave for you but don't worry about making a mess. Dick will clean it up for me, come on I'll show you the shower okay? I've also got some sweaters and leggings you should be able to wear." Barbara said, her eyes looked at Vicky with a sad expression while Vicky nodded under her hair. "Here wrap up in this, it'll help some until you can get in the shower."

Taking the towel from Barbara, she pulled off the jacket Gordon had given her and pulled the towel around her. Shivering as the drenched clothes clung to her body, Barbara pushed herself inside while Dick walked behind them closing the door as Barbara pushed through the halls and pushed open the bathroom door. Dick went into Barbara's room and grabbed a grey sweater that was really big, a pair of black tights, and a pair of fuzzy blue socks. Dick passed by Vicky and set the clothes on the counter in the bathroom before turning on the shower nozzles letting the water run hot for her. Before shutting the door Dick, reached into the pantry beside the shower and pulled out a towel and wash cloth for her and exited the bathroom leaving Vicky alone in the bathroom.

Looking at her reflection, her eyes had turned to a pale green and her hair was matted around her face. Pulling the towel off from around her, she began to pull the soaking wet clothes off her body as she walked into the shower. The chair sitting behind her in the chair was for Barbara to take a shower, pulling the chair forward she sat under the water that had started to turn her skin red with heat. Picking up the bottle coconut shampoo that was sitting on floor by the chair and as she squeezed a decent amount out she started scrubbing it through her hair, leaning forward her black hair moved to hang in front of her face as the water landed on the back of her head. Grabbing the wash cloth that Dick had set out for her she grabbed unscented soap and lathered up the cloth before rubbing it on her body. Scrubbing her feet roughly she could feel the tears welling up as she tried to bite her lip to fight them off. Throwing the cloth onto the tile floor, she covered her face as tears ran heavily mixing into the shower water, sobbing silently so no one could hear her Vicky cried until the water turned cold. Wiping her eyes she stood up and turned the water off, grabbing the towel she wrapped around her body.

After drying herself off Vicky pulled the clothes on and wrapped her hair up in the towel. As she walked out of the bathroom Barbara, Dick and Gordon were still sitting at the table in the kitchen down from the bathroom.

As they looked up at Vicky she smiled some, "Thank you." Sitting down at the empty chair across from Dick she looked over at Gordon, "Thank Mr. Gordon for letting me stay with you and Barbara."

"No need to thank us Jenny." He replied before Barbara cut in, "Yeah Jenny, Dad was just telling us what you've been through today and honestly I can say I'm glad Nightwing was able to get to you fast enough. Can I ask what happened from your shoes though?"

"Um.. Yeah I guess. I came home from everything in town and it was getting dark, so when I got inside the storm had rolled in and I had opened the balcony doors since I like the weather. I went to my computer and had it running and was messing around when I heard something that wasn't thunder. I got up and walked over to one of the windows and looked out and saw someone on the balcony. I ran into the kitchen and hid against the counter in the floor while the lady had walked in and towards the bathroom rummaging through it. I managed to send out a S.O.S. on my laptop to anyone nearby and while she was in the bathroom I ran over quickly and shut the door trying to trap her. She broke down the door and she threw me against the wall after I ran to the kitchen to grab a knife and I managed to cut her skin. Only she wasn't human she was metal underneath, which made her laugh and after a few more tosses I sprang up and threw one of those decorative vases at her and ran out to the balcony. I started to climb down the railing and since I was barefoot in the storm I slipped and the Nightwing guy swung in and caught me. Then this other guy named Hood rode in and was fighting with Nightwing against the woman. Hood shot her with something while she attacked Nightwing and once she ran off Nightwing took me to the GCPD." Vicky rambled off telling her story as her stomach growled loudly.

Dick chuckled as he got up and went and grabbed the extra bowl of clam chowder from the microwave that was still hot and set it in front of her. As she sipped on the soup, she felt better but she could feel herself getting sick as the time went by.

"Hood? You mean Red Hood?" Barbara asked, looking over to Dick. "What exactly did he shoot her with?"

"I don't know, I think it was some sort of tracker maybe. It was really small and had a tiny blinking red light, it hit her in the back while she was distracted by Nightwing." Vicky replied in between spoonfuls of soup.

Vicky rested her head against her hand as she finished the soup, her eyes starting to droop before she realized she had fallen asleep at the table. She felt cold and her head ached, shivering she felt a head against her forehead.

"She's got a fever." Gordon muttered, "Let's get her into the spare bedroom, can you carry her Dick?"

"Yes sir." Dick replied, Vicky felt her body being lifted up out of the chair and his arms wrapped up under her arm against her waist and under her legs.

"Be careful with her Dick please?" Barbara asked softly.

"Don't worry Babs." He replied with a small chuckle, the rumble of his chest resonated in Vicky's mind.

Thinking to herself while being slightly aware of what was happening although she was asleep, last thought that came through her mind was how Dick's movements and muscles felt like Nightwing's catching her mid-air and putting her safely back on the ground.