DRAAAAMAAAAA! Do you think Jason has ulterior motives? Or do you think he is being honest? Will Dick survive his stab wound?

Let's find out!

Jason ran through the under ground bunker, knowing Wally would stay behind with his brothers.  He made it to another surveillance room, closing the door behind him. He made his way over to the computer, turning the cameras on so he could watch everything go down a few rooms over and outside as the League arrived.

Wally was holding Dick's stomach where Jason stabbed his twin, Tim holding his leg wound when Batman, Black Canary, Red Tornado, Flash, and Green Arrow landed in the bunker.  They took a look at the destruction around them, eyes zeroing in on the injured team.

"What happened?" Batman asked, checking on the unconscious Damian.

"Jason got the jump on us." Kaldur stated simply, standing up after the fire was put out. "He impersonated Deathstroke and took us down. He plans to kill us all."

"Why?" Green Arrow asked, helping Artemis up.

"To get rid of his competition to the throne of the Shadows." Dick groaned out, pain shooting through his abdomen. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't hired Slade in the first place, none of this would've happened."

"We can't dwell on that now. We need to find Jason, help him." Tim grunted, stumbling as he stood up.

"Help him? Tim, he wants to kill us. Why would you want to help him?" Artemis narrowed her eyes at the teen.

Tim glared at the archer. "He's my brother. He's been backed into a corner, forced into a role by everyone around him. He doesn't have to be this way. We can show him the way out, offer him a choice. I know Jason. I know he doesn't actually want to kill any of us."

Wally snorted. "Tell that to Dick's stomach."

"Shut up, Wally." Damian snarled, having come back to the land of consciousness. He sat up, pushing Batman away from him. "Where did Jason go?"

Wally looked around. "He ran further into the flames, last I saw him. I stayed here to make sure everyone was alright."

Batman hummed. "So he is probably still in this bunker."

Jason decided he had watched enough of the footage. He stood up with a stretch, leaving the surveillance room behind. He went even further into the bunker towards the actual entrance, thanking Deathstroke for setting this place up. It was perfect.

Jason exited the bunker silently, running over to the JLA plane. He boarded it, making his way to the pilot seat. He leaned under the control panel, slashing at the wires with his sword until he was sure the plane was unable to fly.

With a smirk, Jason left the plane to go to the bioship. He reached into the bag he carried, pulling out the box of matches. He lit one, dropping it on the grass beneath the ship.

Jason cackled, jogging away from the scene of the crime. He darted towards the abandoned farm house at the edge of the field, bursting in through the door. He stopped when he saw his mother sitting in an arm chair, a sword resting in her lap. She stared coolly at Jason, her expression not giving any intent away.

"Hello, my son." Jason closed the door behind him, reaching for the sword strapped to his back. Talia saw this and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, you think I came here to fight you?"

"I'm not sure why you came here, mother." Jason spoke carefully, never taking his eyes off Talia.

Talia smiled a small grin. "I came here because I know what you are planning, I have since I told you what your brother was planning. I know you are going to kill your brothers, but let me just say, that won't get you the throne."

Jason raised a brow. "Oh?"

Talia leaned forward. "You only need to kill one. And I think you know which one."

Jason smirked. "I won't let you down, mother."

Talia waved a hand. "Please, I could care less if you succeed with this. I have three other heirs if you fail." She looked to Jason with a twinkle in her eye. "But...if you do succeed, well, we will have quite a lot of work for us back home."

Jason nodded. "The heroes will be here any minute, knowing where I would run to. Do you want me to go confront them or-"

"Jason, this is your plan. Do what you want." Talia waved him off. "But make sure to be decisive. Don't have ass this."

"Never."

Jason grinned at Talia, turning and running back out the door. He jogged to the JLA plane, stopping to lean against it. He waited for the heroes to emerge from the bunker, which they promptly did a few moments later to find the cause of M'gann's weakness.

Everyone stared at Jason with mixed expressions, unsure of what he was going to do. He smirked, waving a hand in a greeting. "Hello, long time no see."

"Jason. I'm surprised you haven't crawled back to whatever hell hole you came from." Artemis growled, lifting her bow and aiming it at him.

"Clever." Jason drawled, twirling his sword. "I have unfinished business with you, so let's get this over with, shall we?"

Kaldur, Conner, Artemis, and Wally were all about to jump at Jason until Batman held up his hand. "Hold. Jason, please. Let's talk about this." Jason rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be the killer your mother wants you to be. You can make your own destiny, be your own man."

Jason scoffed. "I am making my own destiny. I was supposed to be second in line for the throne of the Shadows but now-" Jason lifted his hand, pulling a throwing knife from his belt. "-I'll be the first."

"Jason, please, listen to father. I was wrong about you. Don't do this!" Dick croaked out, holding his stomach.

Jason tsked, shaking his head. "Begging really isn't your style, Dickie. Its kind of pathetic, honestly." Jason's smirk grew. "Besides, we both know you're a terrible liar."

Jason threw the knife and Dick winced, bracing for impact. He opened his eyes, looking himself over. "Jason, you missed..."

Jason raised a brow. "Did I?" Dick heard a gurgling, turning to the side in horror to see the blade sticking out of Tim's throat, blood pouring out of his mouth. "You weren't the target, Dickie."

Tim fell to his knees, his hands going to his throat. Damian, Dick, and Bruce were at his side in an instant. "Tim, Tim hang on, okay? We'll get you help."

"The blade was laced with a special toxin that Cheshire cooked up for me. No known antidote, so good luck with that." Jason sang. "Did you honestly expect anyone else to be the target? Tim has always been the best fighter out of all of us sons. He was the only one to be a real threat to my claim to the throne, but now with him out of the way, I have no one to challenge me." Jason chuckled. "I can't believe you thought you would actually be the one to die today, Dick. So self cent-"

"Shut up!" Dick roared, tears streaming down his face. "Our brother is dying and you're just blathering on?! God, Jay, you could've killed him!"

"Correction, I did kill him."

Dick turned back to Tim, the boy's eyes glazing over as his chest heaved with his last breath. "No, no, no, no. This can't be happening. Tim, wake up." Dick shook his shoulders as he screamed. "Timmy, come on! Wake up, damnit!"

"Dick...he's gone." Damian whispered, his voice cracking. "Jason killed Tim."