You dove out of the way from Batknight's attack before delivering a swift kick of your own. You knew that this night had been going on forever. You knew that this was starting to wear on you. Your body was going to break at this rate. Cassandra was right. You should be resting.

You should be in bed recovering from your wounds. Not fighting a mad man trying to be Batman.

Batknight swung at you but you blocked the punch with your forearm. You then tried to counter but he caught your wrist and flipped you over his back. You hit the ground as your allies watched.

Terry: Damnit.

Debra: We have to help!

She pulled out her guns but Terry stopped her by holding his arm out.

Terry: No. He needs to do this. Batman needs to take him down.

You pushed yourself to your hands and knees as Azrael watched.

Batknight: You're weak. Unworthy of being the Bat. He would be disappointed.

You smirked at the irony.

Y/N: And you're one to talk.

You got back to your feet and lifted your fists. Batknight charged at you but you ducked under his attack. You wrapped your arms around his waist and tackled him to the ground. You then began to deliver a series of punches to him.

Terry recognized this. This was no longer the smooth and quick fighting style that Bruce had taught you all. It was rough. It was powerful. It had anger behind it.

This was Red fighting now.

Batknight kicked you off of him but you were right right to it immediately. Azrael had to block your blows as you delivered them one after another. He felt your fists hit his armor. You felt your knuckles start to bleed.

Yet another injury to add to the list.

Azrael finally managed to pull out one of his lethal batarangs. He swung it at you but you just lifted up and arm to block it. It stabbed into your skin and you smirked as you thought of an idea. Azrael tried to attack again, but you moved your now bleeding arm down. The blade stabbed into Azrael's gut which caused him to stagger back.

You pulled the batarang out of your arm and tossed it to the ground. Behind you, Terry helped Katie to her feet and supported her.

Katie: The hell is wrong with this guy? He looks like he's just taking the blows.

Debra: He's going to pass out at this rate.

Terry knew they were right. You did too. But you had to stop this tonight or you would have failed this city. You would fail Bruce.

So you were going to fight.

Azrael: You're fighting a losing war. Teo of your soldiers are done for. More will fall before the sun rises.

Y/N: You talk a lot for a silent protector.

Azrael and you began to circle each other as the penthouse continued to burn. The fire coming from it was now blinding, but you didn't care.

Azrael: I knew you before the wipe. You had much more compassion. You were a man of virtue and you had proven yourself worthy of the mantle. Now you're just an angry child.

Y/N: At least we can agree in that much.

Azrael charged at you but you caught his arm. And then you threw you both off the ledge and down to the city below.

Debra: NO!

Terry: Damnit, Y/N.

He reacted by quickly throwing Katie to Debra and leaping off the building. He activated his boots and blasted off to catch you as you and Azrael fell.

Azrael fired off his grapple hook while Terry caught you and flew up. He landed on a nearby rooftop where Debra and Katie appeared. He set you down as you held your stabbed arm.

Terry: The hell were you thinking?!

Debra: You could've died!

You grunted in pain as you plucked a piece of glass from your side and flicked it away.

Y/N: Where did he go?

Terry: What?

You stood up and walked towards the ledge.

Y/N: Batknight, where is he? Where did he go?

Debra: Nope. No no no. This has to stop.

She pushed Katie towards Terry and marched towards you. She jammed her finger to your chest.

Debra: You're going back to the cave. You're going to get patched up and you're going to eat one of Alfred's damn sandwiches and you're going going rest for at least an hour.

Y/N: What?

Debra: You're going to die if you keep doing this, Y/N. Everyone is freaking out now because they think you're going to go all Bruce and lose your mind.

You looked at her for a moment before you looked of to Terry. He nodded in agreement.

You looked at your hands and saw that the blood was starting to leak through.

You could at least use a new costume and some more gear.

Y/N: Fine. But I'm only staying for 30 minutes.

Debra crossed her arms but sighed.

Debra: Fine. I can at least work with that.
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You sat on one of the operating tables in the batcave. Everything from the wasit up was now off and Stephanie was working on fixing your wounds. Alfred was busy tending to Tim and Damian.

While Stephanie was stitching you up, Terry was cleaning Katie's wounds. You lifted your head and looked around the cave at whoever was still here taking a breather. Eveeyone looked so tired. So broken.

This war really seemed to be never ending. At least the Underground was dealt with, for now.

But this wasn't enough. Not until you had the Batmen taken care of. Duke was one thing, but Azrael was another. He was stronger. More experienced. He had the gear he needed to take you down.

Hel: Dad?

You looked to your left and found Hel walking towards you with her staff in her hand. She collapsed it and kneeled down to get a better look at you.

Hel: You look like shit.

Y/N: Language, young lady.

Hel smiled a bit, but she still hated seeing her father like this. The bruises on your body, the blood leaking from your cuts, the scars that were now reopened. You looked like you were finishing a fight. Not still fighting a war.

Hel: Are you alright? Mom said not to ask but, you really don't look good.

You looked over to where Cassandra was sitting with Ace. She looked so tired. That was a rare sight, but a terrible one. She was never tired. Never wavered. But all of this was rough on her. Between you being a stubborn ass and the entire city being attacked, she had to fight her former allies and the woman who was her mentor.

Y/N: How is she?

Hel looked over to her mother.

Hel: Tired. Frustrated. I haven't seen her like this since I was a kid.

You rubbed your head and let out a yawn. That was....concerning. When was the last time you did that?

Hel: Maybe you should rest. Get some sleep. The rest of us can take it from here.

Y/N: I can't do that. You know I can't. Not while....

???: Bats.

Everyone looked up at the new voice. The batcomputer had activated and a static image appeared on the screen. You stood up and walked over to it with everyone following.

Jason: Dick?

Dick: You've had an interesting night. Busy as always.

Y/N: Grayson, if you have something to do with all of this.....

Dick: I came here baring good news. For you, at least. This night is over. No more fighting. Not from the Arkham Knights or the Underground.

Y/N: The hell are you talking about?

Dick: I want you to be fully healed when I fight you. I want you to be recovered. No point in proving my point when you're a walking corpse.

Everyone looked at you as you pieced it together. Dick was doing this. But he couldn't be working alone. Someone else was there, pulling the strings.

Dick: We'll see each other again soon. Get some rest, Y/N. You'll need it.

The message ended and you were left in the dark room with your allies. You clenched your fists and stared at the black screen.

Jason: Well, looks like we're finally done for tonight.

Stephanie: Does that mean we can finally go to sleep?

Selena watched as everyone started to relax for the first time in the last 53 hours. Bruce was gone, but she was still going to stay and watch over you all. Apparently, you needed another adult around.

Jason called in Barbara and Helena while everyone else talked among themselves. You, however, stood there in front of the computer. Cassandra noticed this and walked over to you.

Cassandra: Y/N?

Everyone looked over at her voice. They found you standing there motionless. Cassandra reached you, and gently tapped your shoulder.

Your body suddenly collapsed onto the floor which caused everyone to panic and Cassandra to scream. Everyone rushed over to you as you laid there, unable to even open your eyes.