From Gotham to Las Vegas

Fight!

"Yeah, bye," Dick hung up his cell phone. He narrowed sapphire eyes at his brother, glare a perfect accompaniment to the set of his mouth.  "I hate you, Jason."

"XOXO," Jason drawled sarcastically, making an exaggerated hand gesture to further emphasize his ironic use of the words.

Dick and Jason rock, paper, scissored for who had to call Bruce and inform him their situation.

"You get too predictable, Dick.  You always choose rock," Jason smirked gleefully.

Dick pretended not to hear.  "This sucks; our only two leads, Zsasz and Riddler, are either in a coma or are back in Arkham Asylum."

"Not necessarily.  Zsasz's employer wanted Zsasz to do a job.  If Zsasz didn't complete his job, then maybe the new word on the street is that the employer needs someone to complete Zsasz's contract.  That means if we play our cards right, you and I can meet Zsasz's employer," Jason suggested.

"But we don't know where to go to meet Zsasz's employer," Dick argued.

"Who said we didn't know where to go?" Jason smirked again for the second time in a as many minutes.

"I despise this street getup," Dick growled, looking down at his baggy clothes.

"Shut up, we're almost there," Jason told Dick.  "Oh, who do I sound like?"

"Jason-"

"Todd, I hope you and Grayson know what you're doing," Damian interrupted, choosing a strategic time to break up the ensuing argument.

"Of course I do," Jason snapped, affronted.  "Okay, Damian, stop talking to us.  If the gang sees us talking into com-links then they'll think we're cops."

"Yo, man," Jason said, walking up to a man, his walk easily flowing from a steady stride to a lazy swagger.

"Bro, I know you?"

"Uh, me and my homie wanna meet da mang," Dick volunteered awkwardly.  Jason closed his eyes for a second of exasperation.

"You mean you two want to meet the boss?" asked the man, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yessir," Jason said before Dick could open his non-street language speaking mouth.  "You know where we can find him?"

The man stared Jason down for a few moments.  Jason won.

"How do I know you're legit?"

Jason shrugged as though he didn't care.  "Believe me, don't believe me.  What do I care, man?"

"What family you from," the man asked none too politely.

Law of the street #2: Family equals everything in gang circles.

"We're from...Street Demonz," Jason said, thinking of the first gang name that came to mind.

 "Uh, yeah, Street Demonz fo life, dude," Dick said, trying to impress the man.

Jason shot Dick a discreet shut up, you're not helping look.

"What're Demonz doing in Vegas?  Don't you guys operate in the Midwest?"

"We did, but the cops got to close to our drug business, so we moved," Jason explained.

The man cocked his head to the side, considering.  "What do you boys want with the boss?"

"We want to join up," Dick answered, gung-ho expression in place.

"Why do you want to join?" asked the man suspiciously.