"Damian Wayne. The Court Of Owls Has Sentenced You To Die."

Jason felt a shiver crawl up his spine from the dead sounding voice coming from behind the owl mask that steps into the light. But, along with that shiver was a cold, fiery rage.

No one was going to take his Evil, Demonic, sometimes psychaotic, little brother away!

"That's what you think, buddy." Red Hood growls as he fires his gun three times in a row, dead at the figure who dodges all and shoots forward, one of the katanas from his back unsheathed and going hit for hit with Damian.

"Who are you? You think some creep in an owl mask is enough to take me out?!" Robin roars as he strikes back, putting the mysterious figure on the defend.

Jason felt a spark of pride in his chest.

"The Court Of Owls Has Sentenced You To Die."

Pressing the communicator in his red helmet, he speaks to Tim, "Red Robin, we got an owl creep here trying to kill Robin. What is the Court Of Owls?" He asks as he raises his gun and fires at the creep once again, watching him do some pretty impressive flips to get out of the way.

Not that Jason finds him impressive.

Never heard of them, Hood. Best i can find is a nursery rhyme.

"Lay it on me. I don't think it's just a rhyme, unless this dude is off his meds." Hood says, though he knows it's not just that, the way the man moves, he thinks as he watches him flip Damian and go for the kill, which Red Hood shoots him away, saving Robin's life, he knows there's something more to this.

Here it is. "Beware the court of owls, that watches all the time, Ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed, Speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send the talon for your head."

Jason frowns from underneath his helmet; that didn't really help.

Do you two need back up?

"Nah, im about to go in and finish this. See you at the cave 2.0," He says as he ends the connection and really aims.

The masked figure goes down with blood squirting from the wound in his thigh, but it's temporary. Out of desperation, he flips off his back and onto his hands, another flip and he is off the roof and out of sight.

"Hes injured! Nows our chance!" Robin goes to run after the masked figure but Red Hood stops him, a hand on his shoulder. "What are you doing?! Your letting that scoundrel get away!" The younger snaps, slapping the elder's hand off his shoulder.

"Let him go, Demon Spawn. Let's meet up in the cave 2.0 with Red Robin."

The Cave 2.0 was just a high end loft in the nice end of Gotham, 4 beds 2 bath, with a large computer area, mainly for Tim, but used whenever the Cave is down for whatever reasons. The second bathroom was renovated and turned into a weapon room, black and grey colored walls with Guns, knives, swords, batarangs, gases and smoke screens, explosives, and ammo, all lined up and attached to the wall, waiting to be used.

Three of the four rooms were for each of the Robins, Jason having the master, Tim the next biggest, and then Damian. The Unoccupied room was for if Batman ever stayed with them, or if they had a hostage, or any other reason they need to use it.

Of course, it's as clean as a whistle, thanks to Jason, who comes into the window with Damian, who shuts it and locks it behind him, closing the blinds. Jason slides the cover on the keypad up and types in the code, setting the security they all worked hard on together.

Taking off his helmet and Domino mask, he sets them on the kitchen counter as he passes it on his way over to Tim on the computers. "Got anything?"

Tim looks up at the pair that comes closer, blinking his burning eyes from staring at the bright screen of the computer, and answers simply, "Not really." He shrugs before looking back down at the computers, his fingers typing away.

Jason leans against the wall, thick arms crossed against a thick chest, as Damian sits on a counter, close as hes willing to get to Tim when hes busy. Jason smirks at the sight; Damian has always been more nosy than he will admit.

But he won't speak on it, less the midget make an attempt on his life.

"But something did catch my eyes. About a week ago, there was a murder downtown, an up and coming politician, Jonathan Royce. There are two reasons it caught my eye; he was working on cleaning up Gotham, and had spoke out against other politicians, accusing them of being dirty, controlling Gotham, and accusing them of other crimes. But that's not all. 10 years ago, Royce's son went missing and was never heard from again. A year later, when the case became cold, he was ranting about Owls and Courts, Talons and the nursery rhyme i read to you while you were on the field." He says as he looks to Jason, then Damian.

"Wait, your not telling me…" Jason trails off as Damian frowns, arms crossing.

All three Robins exchanged glances, Tim frowning as he speaks, "If the person that attacked Damian was a Talon, then.."

"The Court Of Owls is Real."