RAGTAG MESS
Usually he'd be somewhere in one of the back-alleys smashing some ones face in, but tonight …tonight was different. He felt funny. Well, not HaHa funny like the Joker, It was a clear kind of funny. Like when you open your eyes and feel like everything in the world was a little bit lighter, happier. It was strange for him to feel this way, but the warm rumbling feeling in the pit of his stomach was a happy haze that was slowly seeping into every inch of his being. Jason struggled against his bindings in the Batmobile a bit before resting his head on the seat and letting out a contented sigh …...He should really stay away from stupid drug dealers.
The Batmobile skid to a halt in the middle of the Cave. Batman got out of the car and opened the passenger seat. Taking care not to jostle the bindings, he took his …charge (?) and carried him over to lay on the medical table. Bruce took his cowl off and brushed his fingers through sweat-soaked hair. He looked over at the boy on the table. Jason had his head turned towards him with a loopy grin on his face. Bruce sighed. He sat down on his chair in front of the computer and started sifting through Poison Ivy's concoctions. Tonight's hit was a drug dealing. A group of amateurs somehow got a hold of some of Ivy's poisons and mixed them together with local drugs. They were planning to test on some middle schoolers, which is why the involvement of …Red Hood did not come as a surprise to Batman. Of course Red Hood only added to the chaos by flashing his guns around ending with the two of them in a show down against the group. Needless to say it was ended pretty quickly, but not before one of them injected Hood with one of their concoctions. The thug-out of fright- pulled a gun out on Jason before he was knocked flat on his back. This would have been fine, if the thug had not pulled the trigger, launching a vial filled with an orange substance that was quickly drained into Jason's forearm. After that Jason had collapsed and bruce had been too preoccupied with getting to Jason that the thug managed to high-tail it out of there.
Bruce chastised himself for letting the thug get away before typing in his access codes to receive all of the info on Ivy's concoctions and possible drugs that could have been mixed together. While the computer was scanning he turned to Jason and –his eyes met an empty table with restraints strewn across it spilling to the floor. How it happened was somewhat of a mystery, but now he had another problem. Jason was gone.
~~~~~~~hehe I was totally ready to stop right here bbuuutttttt I decided to continue~~~~~~~~~
Hands folded beneath a head of black curls and feet propped up on the arm of a couch, a content sigh slipped between red lips. This is what Heaven must feel like. Dick nested further into the couch, wiggling to get comfortable. As much as Dick hated to admit it, he missed the manor. While he loved his job- ok, it could be better- but between Nightwing, Richard Grayson, Tim, Bruce, and Damian, he was absolutely exhausted. His breathing evened to slow deep breaths. Just as he was starting to drift off past the edges of sleep he felt a heavy weight settle on his lap, straddling him around the waist. Comforted by the warmth now surrounding him, he ignored the warning signals his brain was giving off and shoved them in a corner of his mind. After all, it's not like it was anything dangerous, this was the manor.