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A shadowy figure ran across the night sky. Jumping and running across rooftops, this figure continued his relentless vigil.

Landing on the next rooftop, he paused and peered around.

Suddenly shouts and cries came from down below. He snuck over to the edge of the roof and stared down.

"Damn," he muttered.

There were ten of them, all armed and trained to kill, surrounding a small figure in yellow and red.

The figure on the rooftop backed up and reached for his earpiece.

"Babs," he whispered, knowing that using Batgirl's real name would alert her of the seriousness of the situation.

"What is it, Red? The other Batgirl and I are on the east patrol," the person on the other end replied.

"There are about ten scumbags down from where I'm standing ready to tear the demon brat apart."

"Where's Batman?" she asked referring to the younger Batman.

"The brat must have ditched him again," the boy replied grimly.

"I'll try to send help. Or get there in time," She answered hurriedly as she cut off the connection.

The boy peered around once more as he prepared himself. He made a survey of the situation. The brat was surrounded and he was hopelessly attempting to beat off the thugs. The older boy noted that the brat had only a few minutes before he collapsed from exhaustion. And the brat was out of other options; the boy concluded as he also noted that the boy's utility belt was hanging on the shoulder of one of the other thugs.

"Damn it," he cursed.

He approached the ledge, pulled out some explosions and threw them down. Then he flipped down in front of the other boy, Damian, as the smoke rose in columns in front of the men.

Landing on his feet, he rose to face the walls of smoke. Without looking back, he ordered Damian, "Get the hell away, now!"

Before the kid could even protest, the older boy had already had him tied to a grappling line that pulled the younger boy up to the roof.

The kid looked down and yelled, "You're crazy!"

Damien took one last look before hurrying off into the night.

The other boy smirked as he turned towards the gang, "Great night for a party, am I right?"

They glared and charged.

Pulling out kunai, he threw them as he flipped over the first guy and knocked out two in the air. The kunai managed to trap two of the thugs to the wall.

"Wow, thought you guys would give up more a fight," he remarked as he punched and knocked out another two thugs.

As two other thugs approached him, the boy slammed their heads against each other and let them fall as he flipped around and took down the man behind him.

He had the upper hand and he made sure they realized that. Outmaneuvering and launching off the walls, the thugs had no way to halt his successful assault.

Suddenly, a loud noise went off behind him. He suddenly felt a searing pain in his chest.

He fell forward from the impact, gasping and panting. He was leaning on the ground as he wearily raised his head to see a bullet casing on the ground. Then lifting his hand off his chest he stared in horror and wonder at the red liquid that was leaking out on his hands and chest. Drops of blood dripped on to the ground as he struggled to stand up. The movement proved to be too much for him. He shot back down and gasped and cursed at the piercing pain. It took all of his willpower not to go into shock. But he was losing blood quickly, and he was struggling to stay conscious.

The thugs surrounded him and he could practically hear their glee.

"We've got him," one of them said.

"Not yet," the leader said as he raised his gun towards his now sweaty, matted hair.

The young man took one look at the gun but then winced in pain at the small movement.

This was it. He waited for the end. The feelings of the last he was at death's door came back full force as he prepared himself for his final minutes on this earth. He fought to keep conscious as he gazed up and remarked with a smirk, "Even if you kill me, you scumbags will never win."

The thug grew angry and aimed the gun straight at His face.

"We'll see," he remarked coldly as he began to pull the trigger.

Bracing himself, he closed his eyes and waited for the final shot.

It never came. Curious, the young man forced his eyes open to see four figures standing above the now unconscious thugs. One, the leader, was holding the gun.

Before he could even speak, the young man's eyes closed as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness . He barely felt a hand on his hand or registered the mutter, "We're here, Jason, it's going to be okay,"

And with that everything went black.

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