I don't normally write chapter fics, but this idea has been stuck in my head forever and when I finally got around to writing it down I thought, why not?

Mild disclaimer: My spell-check is down in Word for some awful reason. I've used the spell check on FF but if you do come across something it or I have missed, message me and I'll fix it.

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Dick had tried to reason with himself. He really had. He had sat awake in his apartment, thinking and rethinking over what he had seen and heard while fighting the new Red Hood. There was something about his movements, his fighting style, something that struck a chord with him. Dick pressed his hands to his face. And the way he spoke, bantering during a life or death fight with Mr. Freeze, casual and smooth, like it was something he grew up doing. No, Dick shook his head roughly, no it isn't possible.

But Bruce had felt it too. Even if he didn't say it. Dick had lived with the man for almost ten years; he could tell when something was bothering him. So when the call came from Alfred, he didn't question it. The man's voice was thick and he kept pausing to clear his throat, but Dick understood.

"It's…He's…Jason."

Dick understood.

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It didn't take Dick too long to get on Jason's trail. Dick had set up a good many tracking cameras around the worst parts of the city when he was trying to build a case against a opium smuggling ring a few months ago, and one of them caught the new Red Hood ducking out of a window on the third floor of a convicted apartment building in Lower Bludhaven. Guilt burned in his chest when he realized Jason had been living in Dick's city without him even noticing, but then again, how could he have known? Either way, it was good place to start, so Nightwing swung by, only to find it empty. Well, almost empty. There was dust, mold, enough empty bottles to play "99 bottles of Shitty Scotch," and a crumpled up piece of paper with a phone number and a bright red kiss. Thanks to modern age technology, Dick quickly discovered Jenna Hamza, as well as her birthday, middle name, and home address. Her extremely unamused and probably drunk roommate was more than happy tell Nightwing where "JiJi" was working if he would just go away so she could finish her shower. After quick change into civis, it took Dick twenty minutes to find the place. And less than 30 seconds to wish that he hadn't.

And that's the story of how Richard Grayson found himself inside of "Supers X", one of Bludhaven's hottest strip clubs. Excuse me, Dick corrected himself, shaking his head in resignation, one of Bludhaven's hottest superhero themed strip clubs. Dick felt himself searching for something hard to bang his head against as he counted the third Robin dancer, this one wearing a sparkly green micro skirt and red platform heels. Not to mention the Batgirls, Zantanas, Wonder Womans, and even a Kid Flash. He knew, of course, that these places existed, but he had tried really hard to not actually go in one. Until now. Dick had a sneaky suspicion that Jason had done this on purpose, but was distracted as the next dancer was called out, to encouraging shouts of "JiJi! JiJi!" Dick's head shot up, his eyes bugged out, and his jaw dropped.

The approaching girl, with waves of jet-black hair cascading down her back, was completely naked except for a black thong and a blue line painted in a V from her navel to her shoulders, snaking down her arms and ending at the tips of her middle and ring finger. Dick forced his mouth shut as Nightwing grabbed the pole, blew a kiss, and started her routine. Now he knew Jason was screwing with him.

He silently fumed for a few seconds, before remembering why he was here in the first place. Summoning all of his self control, he approached the stage where the female-him was dancing. Despite having never been to a super-themed club, Dick had been to been to plenty of other ones. This girl wasn't half bad, strong and flexible enough to do some of the more complicated moves that the other girls couldn't. Explains why she has such an apparent fan-base, Dick thought as he wormed his way through the throng of people around her, most of them already waving bills. Dick dipped a hand into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and plucked a fifty out of it. His plan was to draw her attention with a large bill when she came around to collect money and flash her the piece of paper with her phone number. He expected that should at least get him a chance to talk to her. What he didn't expect was for the girl to make a bee line for him as soon as she got down from the pole. Blatantly ignoring the outstretched bills around her, she slowly crouched down in front of him. She looked incredibly pleased, raking her eyes over him, and Dick fought the urge to blush. Something about the look in her eyes made him feel like he was the one naked on a stage. He tried to raise the paper in his hand, but she looked away from him and dropped a wink at someone behind him. He thought about trying to show her the paper again, but she was standing up now. Covering up his confusion with a smirk, he slipped the cash, phone number and all, into the waistband of her thong. If he was anything, Dick thought, he was adaptable when his plan flew out the window.

Dick turned and started to wiggle his way out of the crowd as JiJi sauntered away. Just as he broke through, his path was blocked by again, this time by a girl. She was wearing tight jeans and a dark tank top cut at her midriff. So not a dancer, Dick thought, just as she said,

"Can I get you something to drink?" Ah yes, waitress. Dick could imagine Bruce shaking his head at him; the girl was carrying a tray after all. She blinked at him expectantly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Uh, a Scotch Mist." He flashed a smile. The girl's eyebrows went up slightly, but just as quickly lowered them again. With a slight nod, she walked off. Dick managed to find an empty seat. Although Jenna might not even find the number, he might as well wait. He had to wave off a couple girls working the floor before the waitress came back with his drink. He handed her cash, but instead of leaving, she perched herself on the arm of his chair. The girl looked down at him, still hiding half a smile. Dick tried not to look confused and smiled up at her. Nothing seemed to be going his way tonight.

"Slow night?" He asked.

"Oh, not really." She shrugged, propping her empty tray up against her knee. "This place is hopping most of the time. Especially when Ji is working." She nodded over to the stage said girl had just vacated, a very fond look coming into her eyes as she spoke about the dancer. "That girl draws a almost a quarter of the business all by herself. My name is Casey by the way." Smiling, Casey switched the tray from her right to her left and offered him the newly freed hand.

"Dick." Dick shook it, mildly surprised at the calluses on the palm. More than would normally come from carrying a tray. He looked over the girl quickly as she glanced behind her. Unmistakably pretty, her hair was cut short and fringed with blue at the tips. Although not particularly large, 5'7" 120-130 pounds at a glance, the set of her shoulders and neck, as well as the subtle lines of muscles in her arms and stomach, spoke of strength. And training.

"Karate?" Casey turned back around to look at him, confusion sparking in her eyes. "Or Mixed?"

"Karate." She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't the first person to point it out either." She didn't seem at all offended. Laying the tray across her knees, she propped her elbows up on it and leaned forward. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to someone who knows what to look for." Dick wanted to say more, but Casey cut him off.

"And you know?" With a smile, she didn't wait for an answer. "I guess you do, I mean, Ji is the best dancer here and you went straight to her." Casey was direct, not trying to act coy and aloof as too many girls do. She was obviously used to people not knowing how to handle her and Dick could easily imagine quite a few men being swept away by the force of her personality.

"What can I say, I don't like letting opportunities slip away." Counter bluntness with bluntness. Casey smirked. Game on was practically written on her face.

"Then you are going to love this one." Before Dick could ask her what she meant, a hand swept over Casey's shoulders causing her to start slightly.

"When are you ever going to stop jumping like that?" The hand rested casually on the waitress's shoulder. The hand was connected to an arm, a blue line running up over the shoulder. The arm was connected to a girl and Jenna "JiJi" Hamza stood before them.

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"What now?" Dick had been playing it cool all night, but he already had three drinks and the exclamation slipped out. The two girls standing in front of him certainly didn't mind. Casey tried to hide a grin and Jenna blatantly giggled. He looked between the two of them, the way hands pressed to waists and they leaned comfortably against each other, and realization clicked. " 'Our apartment.' " He repeated. "As in the two of yours." Casey nodded, grinning now, and swirled her drink. "You know," Dick took a swig from his glass and looked at them over the rim. "I've been asked a lot of things by a lot of people at a lot of clubs, but 'Would you like to come back to our apartment?' is by far the most direct approach I've ever seen." He looked directly at Casey. "Your idea, I'm assuming." Jenna leaned into who Dick now realized was her girlfriend and stage-whispered.

"Told you he was a good one." Dick blew off the minor subjugation and examined his situation. Two beautiful girls had just bought him four drinks and then blatantly invited him to a three way at their apartment.

Any other night he thought desperately Any other night but tonight. He smiled at them.

"So I'm guessing you guys don't make this offer very often."

"Right you are. But," Jenna glanced back to him. "You aren't the first handsome stranger we've found."

"Not even the first this week." Casey added under her breath and Jenna elbowed her. Dick raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, you are a lot like him." Casey ignored the other girl's jab. "Same hair, same approach to Ji's stage. Hey," She chuckled. "Even the same drink order." She looked up to Jenna. "I think Ji has a very specific type." Dick froze, a memory forcing its way to his head. A memory of a argument with Jason. The boy insisting that scotch was the only decent hard liquor. That it should always be served with a twist of lemon. A Scotch Mist. Dick didn't even remember how the debate had ended, or when the drink had become his go-to order, but the memory suddenly burned fresh.

"So, you pick us lucky winners out of the crowd and Casey reels us in?" Dick kept his tone light as he spoke to Jenna, still working through his thoughts. Jason had been here, of that Dick was sure, and he would bet his fingerstrips that he had been these girls' latest 'pick'. He resisted the urge to snort. Of course he would be. Few people could resist Jason.

You certainly couldn't. Whispered the part of his brain that had just enjoyed four drinks.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he refocused on the girls. He had missed Jenna's answer, but from the grin on her face, he assumed it was a "yes." He put on the same look Bruce gave the women at his donation parties, eyes twinkling, mouth curled in a soft smirk.

"Normally, I would take you girls up on this in a heartbeat, but I'm actually looking for someone. And I think you can help."

They exchanged a mildly surprised look at his refusal, but shrugged.

"Who are you looking for?" Casey raised her eyebrows. "And how could we help?"

"Well," Dick put his glass down. "Can you tell me what the other guy this week looked like?" Another look of surprise.

"Are you a cop or something?" Jenna didn't seem too worried about the possibility, only mildly curious. Dick shook his head.

"Please." He said dismissively. "I think he might be my brother. He ran away a few years ago and I heard he was back in town." Sticking as close to the truth as possible helped him keep his story believable, but Dick still felt a twinge in his chest as he explained. "We didn't part on the best foot, you know, so I was hoping I could find him, make it up to him." Casey's face softened and Jenna nodded slowly.

"Well, he was about 6'1" 220, dark hair, green eyes." Casey wiggled her eyebrows. "Well-built." Rolling his eyes, Dick digested the information. Height and weight matched the new Red Hood and the eye color was correct. "He said his name was Richard." Dick groaned inwardly. Of course he would.

"Did he say where he was going?"

Honestly, Dick hadn't expected the girls knew where Jason was, so imagine his surprise when Casey pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket.

"We swapped numbers." She said, handing it to him. Dick had to remind himself not to let his jaw drop. Either Jason had gotten really sloppy or he wanted Dick to find him.

Orrrr these girls are totally worth getting caught. Maybe we should find out.

Shut up, grumbled the responsible parts of him. Dick mentally thanked Bruce for all the lessons in self-control and took the paper.

Richard

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Raising an eyebrow, Dick pointed to the last two figures.

"Ox?" He asked. Jenna smiled.

"Like 'xo.' A hug and a kiss."

"Right." Dick nodded. "Except backwards." A light bulb shone in his head, only slightly fogged by alcohol.

"Do you want to copy the number down?"

"No, I'll remember it." He smiled, heart racing with excitement. "Thanks for your help." He turned to leave.

"Hey," Jenna's voice called him back. Her arm was draped over Casey's shoulders, the smaller girl with her hand on her hip, and Dick suddenly found himself wondering what these girls' story was, where they met, whether they planned on staying here or if they were just moving through, who they were without the stage lights. "After you catch up to your brother, come back and find us." Dick felt a genuine smile creep up his face.

"Bet on it." He sent them a mock salute before turning back around and walking into the crowd.

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Next chapter should be up soon! Complete with a flashback to little sassy Jason. Not that he isn't still sassy, but...anyways.