Barbara's POV
I drop my phone, and run into the living room, making Dick jump up from the couch.
"What? What happened?"
"Jason."

"What?"
"Jason's back from the dead. And he just beat the crap out of Bruce, using the Joker's old alias 'The Red Hood'."

"Shiz. What does Bruce want us to do?"

"Apparently, he thinks we're the best to talk to him. Tim's with the new Titans, and Damian, well, Jason doesn't know who he is."
"So we have to go back to Gotham?"
"Well, we kind of had to anyway."

"What?"
"Um...enough questions! I'll tell you later, ok? Let's just get there and sort this out."

"Babs..."

"It's better if I tell you with the others, ok? Let's just save Jase first."

"What about my job?"

"You quit."

"I did?"
"I quit for you." I grab his arm. "Now go go go! The batjet's on the roof."

"The roof?"
"Yes! Now go!"

"He was last seen there." I say, pointing to a huge, modern house. "Probably a safe house."
"Then let's go!"

"Hmph. He has guns." I mutter, but Dick's already flying off to the balcony.

Like I suspected, as soon as we land, Jason runs out with two guns, then drops them.
"What're you doing here?"

"Jay, we came to help." Dick says

"I don't need help." He hisses. I motion for Dick to leave.

"Can I come in?" I ask, brushing past him anyway. "So...you're back...how's life."

"Better than being dead." Jason says. "I hear the clown put you in a chair."

"Don't remind me! Listen, you know why Bruce didn't kill him, even after what he did to both of us."
"That stupid code."

"Killing him would be letting him win! It's what he wants! If Bruce killed Joker, he wouldn't come back."
"It's just one guy!"
"Jay, please. You don't have to come back to Bruce. But we want you to be part of this family. At least stop killing okay?"
"Barb, I have to have revenge."

"No, you need justice. Justice isn't killing."
"You killed your brother." I'm stunned for a moment.

"I-My-how did you even know that?"
"I've been back for years, I just didn't make my move until now. I know about Damian."
"Jay, please listen. We-I, want our little Jaybird back. You're our angel."

"An angel with a shotgun. And I won't stop fighting till the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't bring me back." (A/N SUCH A GOOD SONG!)

"Jay..."

"I'll stop killing, Barb, but I won't be back with the family for a while." I hug him, and he hesitates for a moment before hugging me back.