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Young justice does not belong to me!

It was only after he could make sure that Wally was gone that Jason dropped his facade. His knee's buckled under as he let himself drop to the floor. His shoulders felt like lead as he tried to process the emotions that ran rampart in his head.

If there was one thing he could have pride in it was his cunning, his ability to deceive those around him, to mask his real intentions. He had learned that the hard way as a kid, it was what 'had' kept him alive. But today for the second time in his life, he had let someone see him vulnerable and it angered him.

As the tears began to form in his eyes he silently cursed himself for acting so feeble. He swallowed the lump caught in his throat.

No wonder he had been replaced. He was weak.

There had always been a nagging doubt tugging at the back of his mind. That there was a new Robin, a new partner, a new son. Jason gritted his teeth. He had tried to picture what the Robin was like. He imagined a gymnast, brave, smart, cool headed, a real team leader, someone who never let the bat down. Just like Dick.

You weren't worth Batman's effort.

He closed his eyes.

Jason remembered his first encounter with 'the Dark Knight.' He saw the batmobile, saw the opportunity, a chance to build a reputation 'the boy who stole from the bat' it was a calling. And when he saw the looming shadow emerge on the wall he was surprised when it spoke to him in warmth.

'What's your name son?'

The first person to show him kindness was a madman dressed as a bat.

He had changed under the bat. he could channel his anger, he fought with a purpose, a dream to aspire to. But that had not been enough. Not for Jason. He was not like the others he could not be satisfied. It was an illness that kept eating.

The others didn't understand, they hadn't lived like him, they never bothered to look at the grander picture. It wasn't enough to just stop crime, you needed to control it. You had to beat them at their own game.

So when on that fateful mission he had his hands wrapped around the drug dealer's neck. He watched as the mans eyes bulged, tongue swell as the blood vessels across his face irrupted. He knew that this was his chance to make an example. To strike fear into those with abandon. And as the man croaked his dying breath, he knew that this was the only path, the only right choice he could make.

He could still see their faces surrounding him, the team; shock, fear, anger; thoughts connected through the martians mind link echoed a single unified notion.

'You're a lost cause Jason.'

If he said that it didn't hurt, he lied.

The unmistakable sound of manic laughter crept into his ears. Jason growled. The clown. The freak who had started all this. Still alive. Still taunting him.

Batman's golden rule had spared his killer.

Jason forced himself to stand. Wiping away the tears, he dug his nails so tightly into his palms they began to bleed.

Enough.

He was stronger than this, strong enough not to show weakness.

His killer was alive and his father had dishonored him, dishonored his memory.

Jason snarled. He would find a way back, he would leave this hell hole. And he would come after both of them.

He was not like them, they could not see what he saw.

He had graduated from Robin.

He was a Bat.

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