I took a seat resting my boots on my subordinate's desk as I waited for his commands. He pace back and forth as I involuntarily stretch tired from my flight to Gotham, truly I wasn't really tired but something about this city was draining there was no other way to describe it. I wasn't sure what was causing this feeling but it was weighing me down almost as if my gut was telling me I shouldn't be here and the continuous raining outside didn't help.

I try to let it 'slide' as my partner finally spoke up, slamming his hands down onto the hardwood table as he did so. "Look ... Lansley I-I need a favor." He said shaking feverishly. I figure that much considering he phone for me personally through our Network ( secret database created for those associated with the Authority ) it keep us assassins, mercs and crime lords connected secretly. Laying back in his chair figuring Joey wouldn't mind I calmly spoke aloud "yeah..." I could've easily decline seeing as I was a few ranks above him, but I was bored so I push onward, plus we all had our roles to play and my was the assassin slash hacker, his was the crime boss.

Joey made his way towards his seven piece sectional settling down on the one nearest to the fire place giving me a signal to follow while he organize papers above the coffee table. I saunter over ,hands tuck into the folds of my hoodie looking down at the folders he presented me with.

Inside the folders seem to be pictures of dead criminals and mob bosses this was but a guess. I was going off their attire and aside from the obvious scars, tattoos and things that scream I'm a criminal they all had one devastating thing in common. A bullet dead center in between their eyes.

You could tell these guys were 'rough up' scratch that, these guys were fucked up long before they were ever ended. Whoever did this, did it with extreme prejudice it almost look personal, sitting I gave Joey a confused stare expecting him to start explaining noticing this guy was stress he look less like a criminal mastermind and more like someone who had been in a train wreck his usual dirty blonde hair was plaster across his brow and his blue eyes were now bloodshot.

Before he begin his story he grabbed from under the table some off brand bottle of vintage wine 'necking' the substance till it was half way gone. "Okay where do I begin." He question himself while I waited. "you see the ones over there?" he pointed with a shaky finger, I responded with a simple "yes" my brown eyes scanning the area his finger lay above. "They were killed almost two years ago. Take a look at them?" I did as Joey instructed only coming to the conclusion that these were just a bunch of pictures of dead henchmen, occasionally you caught sight of a drug dealer or mob boss but the police report pretty much said the same thing "suspect die by bullet wound to the head." Alright I thought whoever murder these man were more than likely the same person and said person had proficient aim but a question seem to form in my head, who was this person?

"Joey. who did this?" I question. He shifted in his seat almost like I said something dramatic. "Not yet. I'm not finish, this bastard been murdering criminal left & right for years. I couldn't get much outta Black Mask however the guy has a certain fear for crowbars and clowns."

This mass criminal murderer had a fear of crowbars and clowns, what type of child psychotic shit was that. Interlocking my eyes with his I spoke "Joey" the frustration in my voice clear " what is the name of the guy you want me to kill ".

He practically spit the name out, as if he had just bitten his tongue "Red Hood".

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