Chapter 16

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Monday late at night, a random alleyway behind a random bar

"I know you're here Bats, if you wanted to scare the piss out of me, you should have done it before I was finished." said John Constantine zipping up his pants. 

"Why are you here Constantine?" growled Batman still in the shadows. 

"Taking a piss, as you can see" replied the British mage lighting a cigarette.

"Why are you in Gotham John?" growled Batman again clearly not in the mood for Constantine's games.

"Enjoying a drink with some mates in a pub."

"I don't have time for this, what are you doing in my city?" he grabbed Constantine by his dirty trench coat and pushed him against a wall not letting him move.

"Ah, there's the curtain twitching batsy, punching and pushing, I'm here on business that's none of your bloody business." John muttered a spell that pushed Batman off of him and sent the Dark Knight a few meters away into a dumpster. "You're all muscles Bats, you forget I'm a nasty piece of work myself." John Constantine disappeared before Batman was back on his feet. 


Tuesday 

Jason's day was really long. When he went to Nerissa's window last night she was already asleep. As much as he wanted to spend time with her he had a job to do as the Red Hood, and crime doesn't sleep in Gotham. Jason spent his whole day on research, trying to piece together this case. The investigation ruled the plane crash an accident due to mechanical problems, but it was Wayne plane, these things are state of the art, always have been. Tim was able to knock down some of Bruce's firewalls which led Jason to discover that the black box of the plane was missing when the plane was found nearly a few hours after it went down. According to the police reports there were five bodies recovered, and according the plane's manifesto there were only five people aboard, the pilot, co-pilot, one flight attendant and William and Carmen Clare Md. The dates on the reports and manifesto are not clear, as though they were modified later. What Jason thought was even weirder was that the funeral took place only a few days after the crash, and Nerissa wasn't there. 

All he cared about was seeing her tonight, especially after Damian said she left GA really early and Roy said she didn't show up for the self defense classes. According to the tracker she was home, but this wasn't enough for him not to worry. When he got to her place her bedroom's light was on. He was crouching on her fire escape about to knock when he heard a loud muffled groan, he just went in without permission. The sight he was welcomed by was unsettling, she was sitting on her bed hugging a pillow and screaming into it. Her head shot up straight when she heard her window open and she was met with a really close red helmet. 

"Hey, hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?" he was worried, he looked at her face she was really pale and had bags under her eyes, her cheeks had traces of tears, she seemed really tired, he was about to try and touch her when she spoke. 

"Yes something's wrong, I was born a woman that's what." she groaned again into her pillow clearly in pain. Jason didn't understand what was going on, he was looking around to find signs of a break in or something.

"I don't understand someone hurt you because you're a woman? What happened?" he was speaking really fast trying to think who he was going to kill for hurting her.

"No one hurt me, I'm on my period you fucking idiot. She had to take the fucking apple." she cried in pain again. 

"Oh", he was thinking about the apple, then he said again "Oooh you mean Eve?" not understanding it was not the time to ask stupid questions. She shot him a murderous look before crying in pain once more, that's when he realized he either had to go or ask how he could help, he wanted to help. There he was in his Red Hood gear, guns on each thigh, armored chest plates, knives, gun clips, reinforced cargo pants and combat boots, a feared crime lord, an assassin, and former Robin trained by Batman, ready for any battle thrown his way, and he had no idea what to do in this situation. "What do I do? Do you need a hospital?" 

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