Family of Bats

Risky buisness

An- I just want to say that if any of you readers have a great idea for a story I will do my best to write it. Enjoy.

Jason pov

I look over the gray and dark city beneath me and smile. It may be a dark city, but it's my city.

'Red Hood, did you forget we were supossed to meet an hour ago behind the police station?'

I sigh and turn around. Red Robin looks a little pissed and has his arms crossed. I really like to piss him off.

'Sorry RR, I'm really not in the mood to patrol with you tonight.'

'You're never in the mood to patrol with anyone. Batman wants us to look for some guys who sell poisoned drugs.'

I sigh. Batman wants us to do this, Batman wants us to do that. He's Batman, shouldn't he just do everything himself.

'Fine, but tomorrow i'm gonna patrol on my own.'

'Fine with me. As long as I don't have to go with the little demon.'

We jump from building to building.

'They should be in that abandoned building across the street. Do we wait, or do we go in now?'

That's the problem with Tim he's smart, but a little insecure. He's still my favorite one to go on partol with though.

'We wait. That way we'll have the element of suprise. Besides, it's early. They're probably not here yet.'

We both sit down on the roof and watch over the silent building. With Nightwing it would never be this silent and with Robin the building would be already burned down. With Batman...I don't know. I just don't want to go on patrol with him. Why? I hate him. Just plain hate.

'Have you ever heard of this drug when you still had your drug ring?'

'No. Poisoned drugs wouldn't sell good. People wouldn't come back because they would be dead.'

'Then why would dealers sell it? They're always all about money.'

I frown under my mask. He's right, why would they sell it if they knew the customers wouldn't return? It doesn't make sense. Not that dealing ever makes sense, but that's not the point here.

'I guess that's what we'll ask them when we torture them.'

'We're going to torture them?'

'No, I'm going to torture them, you're going to watch and take notes like a good little nerd.'

RR sighs. He know he can't stop me and I know he hates torture. We have an understanding. With Dick I'm not alowed to torture and Damian almost goes straight for the kill. I never go with Bruce. After two more hours of waiting and me almost going out of my mind with boredom, finally a few guys go into the building.

'Five guys. Probably armed and probably more weapons in the building. No bags, so the drugs have to be inside the building. If we go inside now only they get hurt.'

'No, we have to wait until someone comes to buy or else we might not find out where the drugs are. We'll sneak in as soon as a junkie get's in and attack when they get the drugs.'

Tim nods and we wait in the shadows. Lately It's where I feel the most comfortable. Ever sinds the accident with Damian, and the fight I had with Dick about it later, I haven't been around my brothers very much. Sure, I took care of Damian for two straight weeks, but after that I didn't wan't to talk to them. I still feel guilty.

'Hood look.'

I look where RR is pointing at and sigh. Some junkie is walking towards the building. Probably just for normal drugs, but he doesn't know what he's in for. As soon as the junkie goes through the front door, me and Tim sneak in the building. We can hear the man talking and slowely walk towards where the sounds are coming from. I make a movement with my hand, telling Tim to go trough the door on the other side.

'So, you're looking for drugs eh? This new stuff is going to make you crazy.'

I stiffen at the voice. I know It. It's one of my guys. He was very angry with me when I quit. He's good, but not good enough to create a drug that kills people. Besides, he's all about money. Why would he kill his clients? I guess I'll just ask him, politely. I hear stumbeling and the sound of something being opend. That's our que. At the same time we burst into the room and start beating the dealers. The junkie runs, of course, and the dealers recognise me.

'Red Hood? What the hell are you doing?'

'Language.'

I say while kicking him in his balls. He turns red and falls to the ground. I knock two others out and RR does the same. The one I kicked in the balls we bind to a chair and we just bind the rest to eachother. Then It's interogation time.😈

'So, Mike, tell me, how does a low live dealer like you get his hands on these kind of drugs? And while you're at It, why don't you tell me why you're killing your clients?'

I use my nice voice and Mike glares at me. Tim watches from the courner of the room and he probably already contacted the big B.

'Non of you're businiss Hood. You quit.'

'I asked nice once. I won't do it again. How are you getting the drugs and why are you selling them?'

Mike stays silent and I grin. I love this part of the job. I get out one of my guns and shoot him in his right hand. He screams in pain and It's music to my ears. Tim shakes his head dissapointed. Like I give a shit.

'Listen Mike, just tell us were you got the drugs and we'll leave. Hell, we'll even call the hospital. Just tell us.'

Clearly Mike is thinking, that's why his answer is taking so long. He should be careful or else he might burn his brain.

'Arkham. We got a box with the drugs out of arkham.'

I share a look with Tim and he frowns. He steps in front of the man and I guess It's his turn now.

'What do you mean? Do the guards make It?'

'One of the prisoners does. I don't know which one. We go there once a month and get a new load of drugs.'

'Why? You don't make a lot of money If you're killing al your clients.'

I think I made a good point right there.

'The last guys that declined turned up dead. I do like living.'

I look at Tim and he nods. We've got what we need. I knock Mike out and we leave the building before the cops get there.

'So one of the crazy's is making deadly drugs.'

Tim nods.

'There are a few people in there that have the skill to make drugs, but they also need to have contacts outside of the prison. We should check the database when we get back to the cave.'

'I don't think this was the last we heard of this.'

Tim nods and we head home. Hoping, that this Isn't gonna be a big thing.