From Gotham to Cairo

Fear Toxin, Anthrax and Cyanide

Ra's al Ghul was accompanied by his daughter, Talia, and as he entered, Shiva and Cain both bowed down.  He raised his hand for them to rise to their feet.

Dick's face went rigid at the sight at Talia as he remembered something Jason had told him at his twenty-first birthday.

Wayne Manor, at Dick's twenty-first birthday...

"Great party, Mr. Grayson, great party," Harvey Bullock slurred, plucking up a doughnut from a platter.  Dick hated inviting people such as Bullock to his social events, but seeing as Bullock had information on certain cases Nightwing was working on, it might be easier to extract possible leads from Bullock's drunk self.

"Thank you, detective.  I've heard many things about that string of homicides from the news.  Horrible, horrible.  Is the news accurate about how the murders took place?" Dick asked, not wanting to sound too aggressive.

"Yeah, pretty much.  The media's got it right, down to the golf club being the murder weapon," Bullock said, through a mouthful of doughnut.

"Golf club?  That wasn't in the news report."  Dick leaned in for more details, but then his younger brother arrived.

"Dick!  Hey, buddy!  How's it been?" Jason greeted, a beer in his hand.

"Jason!  Hey, uh, I'm working right now so, do you mind leaving me alone?" Dick asked.

Bullock was too drunk to realize Dick's choice of word, 'working'.  Unfortunately, Jason did.

"Working?  C'mon, take a break.  It's your birthday," Jason said easily.

"I'll catch up with you later, Mr. Grayson," Bullock said, in pursuit of another doughnut.

"What is it, Jason?" Dick asked irritably.

"I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday," Jason defended.

"Okay, thanks, but I have to fish around for more details about the murders," Dick said hurriedly.

"Did I ever tell you what happened in Saudi Arabia?" Jason asked, completely ignoring Dick's attempts to get away.  "That was a hell of a story, Dickie bird."

"No," Dick stated.  "And I am really uninterested."

"I had sex with Talia," Jason responded bluntly.  He nodded sagely and proclaimed, "And I was fant-"

"Is she another one of your supermodel friends?" Dick asked, still looking for Bullock's face in the crowd.

"No, al Ghul," Jason clarified.

"What?!"  This statement made Dick forget all about Bullock, as he wheeled on Jason.

"Yup," Jason said, taking a sip of his beer.

"I think you've had enough of this," Dick said, confiscating Jason's drink.

"Hey, Talia," Jason sing-songed, bringing Dick back to the present.

Damian pretended to not hear Jason's obvious flirtation.

"Detectives, I assume you want to know why I have brought you here.  And I shall explain everything.  And if your information is genuine, I will let you live," Ra's assured.

"Good, because I kind of want to know why you hired Sionis and Falcone," Jason said fiercely.

"I shall explain everything after you clarify a few matters," Ra's continued.  "What does your superior know about our operations?"