From Gotham to Miami

Tough Luck

Author's Note: The clip comes from Batman: The New Adventures Episode: Over The Edge.

"Why did Cain kill KGBeast?" asked Damian, turning to face his eldest brother.

"Remember the warehouse Scarecrow told us to check out?" 

"What about it?"

"Remember Cain killed that man?"

"So?"

"He told Falcone he killed him because he didn't want any loose ends," Dick responded.

Jason came out from the kitchen, an iced Corona in each hand.  He handed one to Dick, who nodded his head thanks, and took a long sip himself.

He caught Damian's eye and grinned.  "We're all out of apple juice," Jason said mock-sweetly.

"What did Barbara say?" asked Dick, taking a swipe at his brother.

"An informant told her to meet," Jason took out a piece of paper, "in an alley behind the restaurant on Ellsworth; he wanted to talk to us about The Roman."

"Why didn't he just tell her?" Damian asked.

"He didn't trust the line."

"Is she sure he's trustworthy?" Jason asked, twiddling a pen between his fingers.

"Of course.  This is Babs."

"Oh, of course, I forgot, if it's your girlfriend-"

"Shut up, Jason."

"Tough luck; not happening anytime soon."

"When did he want to meet us?" Dick asked, ignoring his brother with a considerable effort.

"Half an hour."

"Todd, we just survived a city wide manhunt," complained Damian.

"Damian, stay here and recuperate and Dick, make sure he doesn't leave his bed," ordered Jason.

"Jason, where are you going?"

"I'm going to have a little chat with our informant."

"Every cop in the city is looking for you," Dick argued.

"Every cop in the city is looking for Red Hood.  Red Hood isn't going."*

Jason strolled down Ellsworth looking for the informant, pulling his red hoodie up as he heard the distant wailing of  police sirens. 

"You sure you're okay with this?" Oracle inquired.

"I'm good."

He then spotted a group of four teenage boys leaning against a brick building, flicking ash from their cigarettes into the street. 

Law of the street #1: If you don't bother them, they won't bother you.

Jason tried to walk past them causally but one of the four grabbed his arm.

"Where you think you're going, mon?" asked the one that grabbed him.

"Bro, I'm just minding my own business.  Maybe you should, too," Jason replied.  It had been a long time since he had hit the streets as, well, just another street kid, but he flattered himself he still knew how the whole thing worked, no matter which city it was in.

"This is Street Demonz territory," said the Jamaican that grabbed him.

"What?"  Jason arched his brows and put that mean glint in his eye, the same glint he hadn't worn in a while.