Good morning/afternoon/evening Sir or Madam. My name is Chewbaxter. This is the first fanfiction that I have published. I have done others, but I don't talk about them. They were not as good as I thought they would be. This, however I hope is good enough for using. The first chapter is short, and I will start work on the next chapter after the first is complete.

Please, if somebody is inspired by this story and wants to create fan art behind it, go ahead, I just ask that you go to my Tumblr (Link on my profile), and send me a ask first, stating what you want to see in this story, and what you want to draw as a fan art. I will confirm if this is suitable to the story or not there.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters except for my own OCs. The Red Hood and Deathstroke are owned by DC, and Agent Venom is owned by Marvel Comics.

A Deck of Carnage.

Chapter 1: Hellos and Goodbyes

8:34 PM: The Outlaws' hideout/Jason's Bunker #6

Jason was, for once in his life, happy. Roy Harper had 'intercepted' a rumour that Wade Wilson was out in on the streets again, but was staying away from Gotham for a time. This was an opportunity for a little rematch. Right now he was getting ready for this, getting a map of the area he thought he might be in and loading as much pistol ammo that was carry able.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Roy asked Jason as he picked up his two pistols and placed them in their holsters.

"This is Deathstroke we're talking here Roy, we used to be sparring partners before he betrayed me for a job four years back. Somebody pays for his release that means he's working a job for them, basic rules of bounty work. This map I've drawn out shows the area he's most likely to be. The harbour always has people doing deals and jobs for people like Slade. All I'm doing is finding him, taking out the guy he's working for and then taking down the bastard once and for all. "Jason replied in a tone a lot like his former mentor.

Roy was dumbstruck.

"So, in short, Yes. You do want to go after Deathstroke. The man who has killed so many people for money."

"Yes."

Roy sighed and turned away from his friend. The ginger knew when Jason was set on something and there was nothing he could do to stop him. He was about to leave Jason to finish packing when he heard him say:

"I know your worried Harper, don't hide it."

Roy turned around again and frowned. "It just took me a while to decide."

"Decide what?"

"This is going to be one of those missions where I'm risking my life. If I'm not back by tomorrow midnight, then assume me dead. If that happens, contact The Batcave. You know where my communicators are so that won't be a problem. Once that's done…" Jason suddenly choked, which Roy had never seen him do once in ever knowing him.

"Once that's done, Kori is in charge." He said his sad expression turning into his familiar smug smile.

Roy's reaction was not what Jason expected.

"You Bastard! I actually thought you were gonna say something nice for once!" He yelled. Jason had seen Roy angry, but never this angry. This little prank of his had gone completely wrong.

"I'm sorry Roy." He said after a short silence. "I honestly thought you could take a joke like that."

"Yeah well the way you've been acting these past few months, leavin' us to do a rescue mission with Batgirl and Red Robin, to save Batman and then you went to fucking Metropolis and teamed with SUPERGIRL!"

Jason was surprised at Roy's sudden anger. This was usually the point in which he would remind him that he did these things to give him and Kori time away from missions, but he then realized he had been away for months and that probably made (one of) them bored of sex.

"Like I said, I'm sorry. I don't like to act serious before I do shit like this. It's I got around being scared while patrolling Gotham all while I was Robin. Bad habit." He sighed and hoped that Roy would forgive him. There was another silence, about a minute and a half this time, which gave Jason a way out of the silent treatment.

"Tell you what, When I get back-"

"IF, you get back." Roy interrupted quickly.

"When I get back I'll allow you to take the team on ANY mission, YOU want. You'll be in charge, I won't lecture you, or leave half way through or take over if you fuck up, it'll be completely your game." Jason finished. He knew Roy had wanted this, and he was playing a huge game of chance to see if he would take it the right way.

"And I'll be completely in charge of the mission?" He asked.

"One hundred and ten percent in charge." Jason replied.

Roy was silent for a third time. Jason could hear the hideouts pipes whining, which meant Kori was taking a shower. Roy wouldn't miss that for the world.

Finally he turned; "Alright, fine." The tattooed ginger said with a childish smile on his face. HE had something planned. Jason hated it when he had something planned, because it always meant that he was going to hate it.

Jason walked up to him to shake his hand. Roy gripped it aggressively, continuing the childish smile as some kind of gloat.

"I have big plans, Todd. When you get back I'm gonna make you regret this decision." He said as he let go and started to walk out.

"We will see Harper. We will see."

The door closed, and Jason continued to pack, and wondered what kind of job Deathstroke was doing right now.