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relax, jason

I'm not a patient man. I guess you could probably get that from the fact that my impatient got me killed...

But sitting here for three days without hardly any sleep, counting the people go in and out of this business and not one of them even remotely resembling Agatha, well, I feel like I'm on edge.

I just want to find Agatha. I want to have all the answers to the questions that are swirling in my head. Have I put everyone in danger by letting her live? Did I put myself in danger? Is Jett going to kill me first chance he got? Or was I just a paranoid psychopath?

I just wanted it to be done and over with. I was growing restless and I knew myself well enough to know that when I start feeling this way, that's when guns go blazing and the bullets go flying.

I had decided that if by this evening if I haven't seen anything from this place I was just going to go inside. I wanted answers and I was going to get them whether I had to crack a few heads or not.

"Red." I turned around and seen Jett walking towards me. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and an extra one extended out to me.

"Here. Take this. Get you some rest." I knew I needed to rest. I knew I needed to focus on something other than watching these scum bags go about their business, but I just couldn't force myself to do anything else.

I know I was obsessed with finding her. I know that I was obsessed with the idea of stopping anything that she may have planned. But I couldn't stop the obsession. Everything that I tried to do lead me straight back to that same thought process.

"I'm going in there. I'm going to find out for myself. I can't take this sitting around and waiting anymore." I must have sounded like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but Jett rested his hand on my shoulder and half smiled at me.

"Listen pal, you and I both know what will happen if you go in there guns blazing. You're going to be out numbered and they're going to kill you without a single thought." I let out a frustrated breath.

"Yeah, well, I know that. But I can't just sit out here waiting for something else to happen. It's driving me insane and let's be honest, she's not going to just come walking out into the street in plain view. She's either holed up in that damned building or she's hiding out somewhere else. I'm not going to know until I go in there and force them to tell me." I had been holding the cup of coffee too tightly and it spilled over, crushing the cup with it.

Jett shakes his head and turns back to the building. To someone on the inside it looks like two friends, just catching up over a cup of coffee. That's what I wanted it to be. I changed positions quite a few times so that I was never in the same spot at the same time on different days.

"Let's think about this for a minute. If you were holed up for three years and you finally got free then you killed your father, where would you run away too?" I'd thought about this and the only thing I could think of is that damned factory.

"Assuming she's not running the underground gangs?" He nodded. "Probably back where we found her, but I blew that place up. It would be pointless to go back there."

"Maybe. Or she could just want to be close to something familiar and there's no place more familiar to her than that place." He was searching my face for some sign that I knew that he was right.

And damned him, I did know he was right. I knew from the moment that he started heading down that direction that he was probably right.

But if she was there what was she doing there? She had no business there.

"And if she is there, what would she be doing?" I wanted his thoughts. I needed someone to think about this besides me. Everything was running together. Nothing made perfect sense anymore.

"Nothing." He said plainly as if that was the only obvious answer to my question. I blinked a few times.

"Nothing?" I asked him

"Nothing. You go there for comfort. If she remembers that he tossed her in there and she felt like she had no control over things, where would she go? When you feel like you have no control over things where do you go?" He was right.

When things are beyond my control, I retreat back to my burial place. I know it sounds twisted and wicked and a bit insane, but it brings everything into perspective for me. I am not invincible like I believed. I did die and I am replaceable.

Maybe that's what it all is for her. Maybe she realizes how real everything is. Did she do something awful that caused her father to lock her away from society? Yes. Did she remember? No. But whose to say that returning back to Gotham didn't bring that all into perspective for her.

It has a way with doing that.

"Then we need to go, because if you're right, she's there and who knows what she has cooking." He nods.

"I'll drive. I hardly think your bike is built for two people." He snickers. This is the Jett that I missed. He's carefree, intelligent, and hilarious.

"Oh, it's built for two, but you have to want to sit in the bitch seat and hold on." I grin at him as we walk to his car just around the block.

"Leaving so soon?" A male said behind us. I froze, reaching for my gun tucked in my belt line.

Jett turned his head around and snarled.

"Let's have a chat shall we?" I turned around and there stood one of the lackeys that worked for the Browns. I guess I was going to get my answer anyway.

Two more men stepped from around the corner with guns in their hands.

I was battling with myself. I know I could take them. I know I could protect myself and probably even Jett, but this is my chance to know what they know, I just have to play my cards right.

"Alright, fellas, take me to your leader and I'll tell you everything I know." I smile at them and start walking to the club house. Jett follows without a word.