The Fallen || Timothy Drake DC

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BREAKING NEWS

Yet another hero has met a tragic fate by an unknown hand. This mysterious killer seems to be targeting solely heroes for unknown reasons. Are they taking down obstacles before executing their final –most fatal– attack? Or are they perhaps tired of being saved? That is the question on everybody's mi-

Tim turned the TV off. Green Lantern –John Stuart– was murdered. Not the first person to die, but the news shouldn't just blow him off like they did. Putting a photo of him in the corner of the screen and referring to him simply as "hero" wasn't giving him a proper tribute. He did more for this planet than most people have.

The news anchor's nonchalance to this man's death was wrong.

Not to mention that John was the first Leaguer to be killed by this entity. He called the others for help and was torn apart mid call. People should be fearing for their lives. Don't they understand how serious this is? It isn't just a run of extremely bad luck in the hero community, somebody is hunting heroes down for god-knows what reason.

Don't people understand how much raw power John had? For him to be killed so violently... For one person to be able to overpower him so much...

It's as if someone shoved three Supermans into one body and decided to go out and kill people.

Maybe this was their backwards way of establishing dominance. Their fucked up way of showing exactly how strong get are.

God. Tim wanted to solve this. He was helping. A part of the team tracking this murderer down.

But there was nothing to go off of. No possible murder weapon known. No pattern. Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Tim took a deep breath, standing up and walking into his kitchen. He needed a coffee. He knew he'd get a call from one of the others soon enough.

They'd announce a meeting or something.

The Justice League, Young Justice, they aren't made of just detectives. But this was too big for just Bats or Tim. So the Justice League decided to create a small group of detectives that consists of Barry Allen, Bruce Wayne, Renee Montoya, Kate Kane, Billy Batson and Timothy Drake. Some of the best detectives in the heroing community, well mostly, Billy wasn't exactly a detective, but he had the wisdom of Solomon.

And he volunteered.

Five heroes –John being the sixth– had died on patrol or on fake missions, one even died in their home. Heroes were starting to go into hiding or retirement. Nobody wanted to be next. The murders were either unexplainable or gruesome. Some in the public eye, some in darkened alleyways.

The first hero to die was Bumblebee. Then Max Mercury. Lagoon Boy. Huntress. Beastboy. Now Green Lantern.

It'd only been a fortnight. Six heroes had died in fourteen days. Too many.

Gar's death had shaken Tim. It'd only been three days since his body was found by M'gann. But Tim had to suppress his grief, he needed to focus on the bigger picture. Gar would want to be avenged. He'd want his killer to be caught.

Tim drank his coffee, leaning against the counter and waited for his phone to start buzzing in his pocket. He was about halfway through the coffee when his prediction came true. Hmm, Barry was calling Tim. Normally it was Bruce or Kate.

"Hey Barry." Tim took a sip from his mug.

"Hey, we're meeting up in an hour." The normally eccentric man sounded dull, almost devoid of emotion. Barry had lost a friend, and was rumored to have heard it when John called for backup.