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hurry home, jason

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I jumped up, thinking that something was burning, but was surprised to see Alfred standing in front of me holding a tray. He seemed pretty pleased with himself, because he was grinning like a fool.

"What are you doing up?" I rose up fretting over someone wasn't something I normally did, but Alfred isn't just someone.

"Master Jason, I'm much better today, thank you." He said in his matter of fact way that only Alfred could do. He quirked an eye brow at me and laid down the tray on the desk where my feet had just fallen from.

"Your wretched phone has been ringing for quite sometime, Master Jason. It would do us all good if you'd just answer it." He said motioning to the phone ringing just inches away from me. I must have been tired because I had been sleeping through my phone.

"Thanks, Alfred." I said picking my phone up seeing that I had missed quite a few calls from Jett and he even text me quite a few times. I made a mental note to call him later. I shoved my phone into my pocket. I stood up, but my body screamed in protest.

I was too old to just be falling asleep wherever I felt like it. I should have made use of that couch and at least slept there. Bruce came in, taking a towel to his hair and smirking. I probably shouldn't have went to sleep considering I was on Alfred watch and I let him down.

"It's been a wild past few days, huh?" I wondered if he was just making excuses for me falling asleep, but truth be told, it had been a really long past couple of days. I felt exhausted beyond measure and I felt, well I felt too old to be doing this.

I couldn't imagine being Bruce's age and still getting into my costume. Actually, I couldn't see myself living to Bruce's age.

"It has. I couldn't tell you the last time I slept through the night. It's weird to actually be awake in the day time." I ran my hands over my face.

"Well, you'll have that. Try being Billionaire CEO and Playboy while secretly fighting crime. I don't even have the time to be playboy anymore." He lets out a hearty laugh and throws the towel over his shoulder.

I shiver. I don't want to think about his playboy days or how he got his name. I know it was mostly just a show, but I knew too that someone had to start it. Some woman .. somewhere. The thought was disgusting.

"Oh, sounds disgusting. So, did you get what you needed to do done last night?" I asked him. I didn't really want to know, but I wanted off the subject as quick as I could get it off.

"Yeah, I wanted to know something about your guy, actually. His next big job that he just got paid for. Well, it's help Penguin. But I don't know what the job is. I just know that Oswald wanted to hold out for someone cheaper. Anyway, the job isn't until next month. Which is my problem, but I wanted to find out anything more on him." I guess I shouldn't be annoyed that Bruce went to watch my guy. Though I was grateful for him so I could get some sleep.

"Well, I don't suppose I can stop what's already set into motion. But I'm going to try to sneak in GCPD tonight and look into the case files and see what I can find about Agatha and the body they found. I think that's a good place to start before I get home." Bruce lays a file down in front of me. Of course, he would beat me to it.

"I spoke with Gordon last night. He told me all her could remember of the case and handed me this file. It has everything you need inside of it. It's on loan.. so I'm going to need you to not take it with you." He raises an eye brow. He was in a much chipper mood. Maybe because Alfred was up this morning cooking and cleaning as if he wasn't just sleeping on death's door yesterday.

It made me happy too knowing that he was well enough today. I hope that this fancy doctor finds whatever is causing this and makes it better for him.

"I won't take it. I'll read over it and I'll head back. But you call me with any changes with Alfred.. promise?" I looked him in the eye.

"I promise." He said after a hesitation. I know he was considering his options. Either he could tell me or I would call Dick and I'd tell Dick and then he'd have both of us here. He wouldn't mind having us here, but he wouldn't like the treatment and he knew it.

And I would tell Dickie. I'd make sure that I'd call Dickie and make it sound about hundred times worse than it actually was just so when Dick got here Bruce got an ear full. I was actually okay with that come to think about it.

"Good." I opened the file and the first thing I seen was Agatha staring blankly back at me. Her stare was cold and vacant. Like she was dreaming of something far away that displeased her to the core. Like someone had stolen something from her.

Her hair was lighter in the picture and curly. She wore no make up, but her cheeks were still rosy. There was a large red stamp under her picture, DECEASED. As if that made everything null and void inside.

It hurt me. To think that her life was defined by a large red stamp under her picture. Now that I thought about it, the picture was perfect from the way GCPD logged this case.

My heart thudded as I turned my attention to the next side. There was a photo of the body they found by the docks. It was severely burned. No recognition. A woman stood, just inches from the body, holding a photograph in her hand. I assume it would be Agatha's mother. So, she was the one who identified the body, but don't they usually do that in the Morg? I'd have to ask Bruce.

I lifted the picture.

"Agatha Brown's body was found and identified by her parents, Parsley and June Brown. Victim had went out with boyfriend, Chad Bradwick the night before. Chad is not a suspect at this time."

How the hell do you suspect that the last person that seen her alive wasn't a suspect? If this didn't have Gordon's name on it, then I would suspect that someone had paid the department off.

I spent an hour or more reading into the file and to come up with just a few new details.

Agatha is the oldest out of three. The middle on died the day before she went missing. No details were ever released. Agatha was the only one with Nathan, the middle, at the time of the accident.

Which could explain why she had to be locked up. If it embedded itself deep into her mind that she was the cause, then that could have caused her to have a break down and then it would have caused a lot of problems for her in the long run.

I needed to go back and talk to Agatha. I had a lot of questions for her now. I picked my phone up again. Nothing new from Jett, but I decided to listen to the voicemail before I called him back.

"I know you're busy, but this is hella important. Call me back."

"Seriously, if you don't answer me.."

"Jason.. I need you to call me back."

"I've text you a hundred times called a hundred more.. I'm going to blew her brains out if you don't call me back!"

That was the last one. I dialed his number, but no answer.

I shut the file closed, left it on Bruce's desk and made a mad run for my bike. I didn't have time to wait. I needed to get back to the house and I needed to check on Jett.

If something happened to him because of her, I'll blow her brains out myself.