Whilst writing up stuff for Wilder and Azarath's Burning, I came up with this. This has no connections to any of my other stories.

Summary: After an assassination in Steel City, the team face the truth that the infamous assassin The Grey is in town, able to blend in with the crowd and not be noticed, The Grey ruthlessly begins cutting down anyone that has connections to them….

Disclaimer: I don't own YL…..yet *evil laugh*.

The rain poured down heavily on the drab, grey buildings of Steel City, a lone figure walked down a street, and the ever so slight sound of an iPod playing The Killers could be heard to anyone that was paying attention, and a guitar case slung over their right shoulder. Their hood was pulled up and their stature was that of a youth. They walked into the light of a headquarters of a major business and turned a corner. They knew why the streets were clear; their target was giving a public speech.

They lent against a back alley and opened their case.

Inside was not a guitar. It was a customised M40 sniper rifle. They used a patented STAR labs bullet; they cauterized the wounds they made. They had become the assassin's personal calling card.

They took up aim, and found their target.

*scene break*

John Satterson, Mayor elect for Steel City was giving a speech, he was in his forties, and was going grey, he was speaking on his plans for the city should he be elected.

"And furthermore, I will create more jobs for all, mainly those that have just left school." He opened his mouth to speak again but nothing came out, a single hole torn into his chest. He fell back a few steps, before pitching backward. Dead.

The screaming began; Police began to swarm the area. But the shooter was already on the move, the gun safely in the guitar case again.

They went back a few blocks, and placed the case in a dumpster. They then pulled their hood down. The girls long brown hair flowed down her back; she pulled a pair of glasses from her pocket and put them on.

The Grey had arrived in Steel City.

*scene break*

Nightwing turned the screen off before addressing the team.

"Mister Satterson was dead before he hit the ground. We do not yet know why he was killed, nor who would need or want to kill him."

"Nightwing, this seems a little simple for us, shouldn't we be looking for the Lights partner?" Bumblebee asked.

"No, the bullet used was the trademark of The Grey. A highly trained assassin for hire. This Grey, whoever they are, is a master of disguise and misdirection." Nightwing said, before turning the screen on again and putting up a picture. The man in the picture was well built, with a mess or dark hair, he had night vision goggles on his forehead, and a slight smirk on his face.

"This is Cyrus Falls, the one we know was The Grey, but he died seven years ago." He continued "Which means that we are dealing with a copycat. As to our records, Cyrus had no relatives upon his death."

"So, where do we come in?"

Nightwing sighed. "You are going after whoever This Grey is. We cannot allow them to join the light."

"Don't worry Nightwing, we've got it covered." Robin said.

"Good luck team. You'll need it, without a doubt."

*scene break, seven years ago, Gotham branch of Lexcorp.*

Batman grappled with The Grey, matching his attacks with his own. The Grey send a kick to Batman's chest, who staggered backward, Robin sent a flying kick to The Grey's head, it connected to his jaw, a crunch could be heard and The Grey dazedly stagger back, his ears ringing. He staggered over the edge, and fell to his death.

Robin looked on in horror. His actions had resulted in The Grey's demise.

*scene break back to now*

The Girl walked down the streets, her eyes flicking from side to side. She knew her target, and just needed a way to draw him out.

"Ugh. I hope this is over soon, then The Grey can vanish into history. And I get my life back." She said.

Short, sweet and a taste of things to come.