From Gotham to Miami

I Love Your Work

Red Hood scowled at his youngest brother. "You stepped on my foot," he complained, shooting Nightwing an exaggerated frown.

"Shut up," Nightwing replied. "You were provoking him."

"I was not." Then, "Okay, maybe a little. That still doesn't warrant violence."

"You know, maybe if you weren't Red Hood, I could take that statement a little more seriously."

"Oh, I see how it is."

"You couldn't see through a chain-link fence," Robin snorted.

"Okay, that was uncalled for."

"I would say-"

"Here's the plan," Nightwing interrupted. They quieted to listen. "We're at the address Scarecrow told us about; we don't have any idea what's in there. We got to be careful. From what I can tell, this is an abandoned nightclub. It's probably been used as a bordello a couple of times since. Red Hood, you got exits. No one gets in or out. Robin, you have the top three floors, I got the bottom three. We find anything, we call for backup."

"Okay."

"Got it."

"Are you two sure?" Nightwing asked, giving them both a wary glance. "The last thing we need is both of you diving after the same person and letting him get away. Scarecrow might be back in Arkham but we still don't know who hired him in the first place."

"It won't happen again," Red Hood snarled out through gritted teeth. "Besides, it was Robin's fault."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"You both sound like idiots," Nightwing snapped. "Are we going or what?"

Inside the former nightclub...

"I think I see something," Robin hissed into his earpiece, peering around a corner and catching sight of something in the dark. "Maybe it was just a trick of the light."

"Do you need backup?" Red Hood asked instantly. They may bicker like their lives depended on it, but it didn't mean that they didn't care about each other like brothers.

"No, I am fine. I will alert you when I am in need of your assistance."

"All right. Be careful."

"Will do."

He crept along the fifth floor silently, having already finished the sixth. It was as quiet as a tomb and twice as creepy.

"Robin?"

"Ah!"

Robin nearly toppled over with shock at Nightwing's voice.

"Are you not suppose to be in the bottom three floors?"

"I found something. There's a room on third third floor, door's ajar. I can hear something, or someone, in there. It's making a...buzzing sound."

"Buzzing?" Red Hood's voice joined their conversation. "Want me to come up there?"

"Yes, Robin, keep an eye out at any exits. Red Hood, with me."

"Wait, you can't leave me out like that."

"We're not, it's just that-"

"You want me to watch exits? Come on."

"Fine," Nightwing sighed. "Stack up on the door; if we need backup, you'll be close at hand."

"But-"

"We don't have time to argue," Red Hood snapped edgily.

"Fine."