"Well, first thing's first," Jason began, moving toward the computer. He leaned against the chair, ignoring Bruce's glare as he typed away on the keyboard and brought something up on he screen. Jason glanced down at Bruce with a sly grin. "We'll need a base of operations down in the area for easy access. I have such a place. Bruce knows it too. Probably assumed that I didn't know he knew and bugged it?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. On the screen, was an image of a bunker that looked like a miniature Batcave, only not as impressive as Batman's cave.

"Where is that?" Dick asked. Jason glanced over his shoulder, then pointed a thumb at the screen.

"It's a bunker. Belonged to a wealthy family that used to live here in Gotham over fifty years ago. They took off and the place was forgotten, until I found it," Jason explained, flashing a grin. "I...renovated the place. Sort of my own little batcave, underneath Crime Alley. We can operate from there; some of the subway tunnels run parallel to the bunker. And well, you know the rest," Jason said, gesturing toward Bruce.

"Wow, impressive," Tim said, eyeing the screen in surprise. Jason chuckled in amusement and shrugged his shoulders. He had more than safe houses in Gotham City. He had a few bunkers, like mini bat caves, set up in each section of the city; one each in Uptown, Midtown, and Downtown. He began the process of setting all of this up after his second return to Gotham. The first ended badly, namely with him being blown into the bay from his own bombs in a failed attempt to kill the Joker. Of course he had no illusions that they were secret from Batman; that was a feat very few had ever accomplished, and even then, he sniffed them out eventually.

"You think that's impressive? I have another one right underneath the GCPD. They have no idea," Jason replied with a smug grin. Dick and Tim both gave an approving nod, and even Damian seemed impressed, in his own, anally retentive way.

"Yeah, I might not be a computer whiz like you or Dickie, but I know my way around a computer. It's obviously nothing like this beast of a machine-" Jason said smoothly, patting the Batcomputer "-but it gets the job done. I made sure to wipe the bunker from all of Gotham's databases when I set the place up. So pretty much nobody knows it exists."

"Good work. Now let's go," Bruce said firmly, donning his cape and cowl. Jason snorted in response, donning his helmet as all of them headed for the vehicles.

"Wait, I'm coming with," Dick called. Jason turned around and held his hand up.

"No way. You're injured. I'm not-"

"I'm not going to sit around here and be useless!" Dick growled in response, moving across the cave and grabbing his gear. Jason groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, shooting a glare over his shoulder as Roy who was snickering behind him.

"Dick...ugh, you're a pain in my ass. You're not going to take 'no' for an answer, are you?" Jason asked with an exasperated sight. Dick flashed a sweet smile at him and shook his head.

"Nope. So you're taking me with you then, right?" Jason shook his head, heaving another sigh, then hooked his thumb over his shoulder toward the motorcycle.

"Get your ass in gear then. C'mon, we don't have all day, Goldie," Jason said flatly, moving toward the bike. "But you're on computer duty until that leg heals. I'm not getting my ass kicked by Alfred for you. I love you, but not that much!" Jason called back, earning a laugh from both Dick and Roy.

"Dude, he's got you wrapped," Roy teased in a whisper. Jason flipped him off.

"Shove it, Harper," Jason shot back. He hopped onto the motorcycle with Dick jumping on behind him, but before they could go anywhere, Alfred stopped them.

"Master Richard. Master Jason," Alfred said evenly.

"Don't worry Alf, he isn't going on patrol," Jason replied. Dick gave a wave to Alfred.

"I promise Alfred, I'll heal up first," Dick replied. Alfred gave a curt nod.

"Indeed. Well then, off you go. I'll know if you disobeyed me," Alfred said evenly before moving back across the cave, toward the Batcomputer. Dick paled a little bit while Jason snickered at him. "And that goes for you too, Master Jason, for encouraging him."

"Ha ha," Dick teased, poking Jason in the side. Jason grumbled a bit, then revved the engine, peeling out of the cave and down into the tunnels.

The seven of them, Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, Selina, Damian, and Barbara, arrived at Jason's bunker in Downtown Gotham, which was located beneath an apartment complex near the center of Downtown Gotham. It was the perfect place from which to operate from.

"Nice place," Dick said, looking around as he followed the others into the bunker. It had a large computer much alike the Batcave, as well as a sort of living space on one side of the room. The other side had a workstation and gear locker, neatly set up. Jason even had a motorcycle and a car ready for use nearby.

"Yep. Home sweet home," Jason said smoothly, moving over toward the gear locker. He looked over toward Bruce as he removed his helmet and set it down on the work table. "I'd've figured you would've had extra 'Batcaves' of your own around town," Jason said smoothly.

"I do," Bruce began, seating himself at the computer "but they're underneath Blackgate and Akrham Asylum. Both of which are of poor strategic value at the moment." Jason snorted in response and turned back to his work, working on a few upgrades for his helmet. Roy, howvere, seemed like a kid in a candy store when he eyes the workstation.

"Oh wow, look at all this stuff!" Roy said cheerily, running his hands over some of the various weapons mounted on the walls. Jason chuckled a bit, glancing up at Roy.

"Have fun. I know you like to tinker. Just don't break anything," Jason replied. Roy grinned wickedly and started digging through the various parts Jason had stashed away.

"Are you sure that's a wise idea?" Dick asked Jason in an amused tone. Jason gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Probably not, but hey, Roy's good with tech. May as well make use of that," Jason replied.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you Jaybird," Roy teased, earning the finger from Jason. Dick padded over to the gear locked and looked around a bit, setting his own gear down on a counter top nearby. He looked around, eyeing all of the various guns; assault rifles, sniper rifles, shot guns, pistols, and various other guns and melee weapons were mounted on the walls.

"Don't worry Dickie, I'm going non-lethal," Jason said to him, allaying the concerns he knew Dick was feeling at the sight of all the gear. "Mostly," he muttered to himself. Dick just gave a nod in response.

"Anything I can do to help?" Dick asked, stopping beside Jason and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Jason glanced over at Dick and stole a kiss.

"Yeah," he replied with a seductive grin. Dick smirked back, then Jason leaned in close and said "you can get out of the way." Dick frowned at him, and playfully shoved the man with his hip.

"Ass."

"You like my ass,"

"Enough. Now isn't the time to be fooling around," came Bruce's voice as he worked on the computer. Jason snorted in response.

"Calm your ass, we're just having some fun. You should try it some time, before you blow a blood vessel," Jason shot back. Bruce growled in response, but before he could reply, Selina moved to his side, patting his shoulder. She seemed to have a calming effect on him, because his anger dissipated a bit upon her arrival.

"Relax. No point in getting all wound up," she purred, glancing over at Dick and Jason.

"We need to focus on the mission. Downtown Gotham is a mess, and the more we fool around, the more time we waste, and the more people who get hurt," Bruce said evenly, turning back to the computer. Jason turned, growling angrily and went to make a remark, but Dick touched his shoulder and shook his head. Just as Selina had a way of calming Bruce, so too did Dick seem to calm Jason.

Silence pervaded the room with Dick helping out Roy and Jason with their work, Bruce and Selina working at the computer, and Tim and Damian sparring nearby. After a time, Bruce turned around in the chair, donning his cape and cowl.

"Our first priority should be to recapture Blackgate and Arkham. Defeating the criminals throughout the city will be meaningless if we have nowhere to put them," Bruce said smoothly, making for the Batmobile. "Dick, I want you at the computer, working with Alfred as our eyes throughout the area," Bruce said, and Dick gave a nod in response, moving toward the computer. "Tim, Damian, with me. We're going to Arkham. Jason, Roy," Bruce hesitated, turning toward the two men over by the gear locker. His eyes narrowed a bit. "I'm trusting you two with Blackgate."

"Don't worry, we got this," Jason replied without turning, waving him off.

"No killing, Jason," Bruce added firmly.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get your cape all twisted up. Just get the fuck out already," Jason replied annoyedly. Bruce paused for a moment before jumping into the batmobile with Tim and Damian along with him. He glanced over at Selina, but she waved her hand dismissively.

"Honestly, I don't do orders so well. I'll help, but I'll do things my own way," she said smoothly, making her way out of the bunker. With that, Bruce revved the engine and took off out of the cave.

Jason glared at his helmet, clenching his fists angrily.

"He still doesn't trust me," Jason muttered. Roy and Dick exchanged a look, then Roy rounded the work bench and patted Jason's shoulder.

"Fuck him! Dick and I have your back," Roy said with a grin. Jason smirked alightly and nodded.

"Yeah, thanks. Though honestly, I suppose I can't blame him. Still, it pisses me off. I've been playing by his rules for a while now, and honestly, it kinda sucks," Jason ground out. "If I'd've done things my way, none o f this would be happening," he said darkly. Dick flinched at the severity in his tone, but he didn't say anything. He wasn't going to doubt Jason again; he made a promise not to, but with everything going on...

"Relax Dickie, no one's dying today. I made you a promise, remember?" he asked, flashing a smirk and donning his helmet.

"I...didn't say anything," Dick said sheepishly. Jason gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"You didn't have to, Goldie. I know you," he said, moving toward his motorcycle with Roy behind him. "Forget it, I'm not mad. Calm your ass, Grayson," Jason teased, flipping Dick off. Dick huffed a little but smiled nonetheless and flipped Jason off, back. It annoyed him how well Jason knew him sometimes, but it was also rather endearing. He watched the two men race off, out of the cave, then resigned himself to monitor duty.

"Don't worry Dick, he'll be fine," Barbara reassured him, patting his shoulder.

"Am I that obvious?" Dick asked with a smile, glancing up at her. Barbara giggled a bit, donning her own cowl.

"Only to the whole rest of the world, Dick," she replied, hopping on her own motorcycle and peeling out of the cave. Dick started typing away on the computer before him, bringing up feeds, files, cameras and more; anything that could help. It wasn't difficult for him to figure this computer out. He'd practically mastered the Batcomputer, and Jason's system wasn't quite as complex.

"Alright, listen; Joker has turned Arkham Asylum into his own personal playground and from what I can see here, it's swarming with clown-faced freaks," Dick said smoothly, switching between the various camera feeds throughout the asylum. "I don't see the Joker himself, but you can expect Harley, at least."

"Good work, Nightwing. Anything else?" Batman asked. Dick clacked away at the keyboard, sifting through more of the cameras. "Well, he's got his hyenas there too, so, be ready for them. As far as I can tell, all of Arkham Island is under the Joker's control."

"Figures. Arkham is like a summer home to that pasty freak," came Jason's voice over the comm link. "Of course, if I have my way, it'll be his grave," he added.

"Jason," Bruce said over the link.

"Calm your cowl. I'm not interested in a lecture," Jason shot back.

"Focus!" Dick growled at the both of them pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Now you know what it's like to play Oracle for all those years," Barbara teased. Dick laughed a bit in response, until he heard Batman clear his throat. Dick cleared his own throat and got serious again, sitting up straight.

"Blackgate is a bit more of a mess. Many of the inmates stayed behind and took over the place. From what I can tell, those still there are all suffering from Delirium; Hood, Arsenal, be careful. The more aggressive ones have left, but you're still going to find a lot of crazies running around in there," Dick said.

"It's a prison; they're all crazy," Jason replied. Dick snorted.

"You know what I meant."

"So, what's the situation?"

"Well, the architecture is still intact, so once you take the place back, it should be easy enough to maintain. Provided we can get the GCPD to send someone down to keep it shut for good," Dick replied. "We'll need to find a cure for the Delirium though, or any solutions we come up with will be temporary."

"Right. Let me focus on that," came an elderly man's voice over the comm link.

"Lucius?" Dick asked, a bit surprised. The man chuckled a bit in response.

"Yes. Figured you could use an extra hand with this one. If someone can get me a sample, I can begin analyzing it and synthesizing a cure," Licius replied.

"Consider it done," Batman answered.

"Alright then, happy hunting everyone and good luck. We're going to need it," Dick replied, sifting through the cameras to check out the damage; to say it was extensive, would be a massive understatement. Downtown Gotham was in complete disarray, with criminals and psychopaths running around everywhere and innocent people trapped inside, being victimized everywhere, ti was going to take a lot to fix this.