Blackgate Penitentiary; formerly a prison, now a mad house. Jason and Roy stopped some distance away, hiding the motorcycle and camouflaging it as an added precaution. From there. The two vigilantes made their way to the prison in stealth in order to scout the place out and get a better idea of what they would be facing.

The two of them stuck to the shadows and circled the perimeter. It was every bit as bad as Dick had said; all of the prisoners were affected by Delirium and the effects were all over the place. Some of them seemed like they were hopped up on steroids, some were talking and muttering to themselves, others were laughing hysterically at nothing or anything, and other still looked just plain out of it. Worse still, not a single guard could be spotted. Well, not a living guard anyway. To put it simply, the situation was bad.

"Damn. How exactly are we going to take this place back, Jaybird?" Roy asked, glancing over at the anti-hero. Jason glanced back at him, before turning his attention back to the prison. He was silent for a time, considering all their options. The architecture was still intact, as Dick had said, which meant that the rioters had likely stormed right out the front gate, likely the more aggressive ones. They could just attack the place and put down the remaining prisoners, but with no 'guards' to hold them, that wouldn't do any good. Besides that, there was no telling how exactly these Delirium crazed fools would react to their presence. Things could get ugly, fast; there were still over a hundred prisoners left inside.

Finally, Jason glanced over at Roy as a few ideas came to mind; no sense in a plan, especially since they always went awry, and because they were dealing with so many unknown factors.

"You got any knock-out gas?" Jason asked. Roy pondered the question for a moment, then reached back to his quiver and pulled out a dozen or so arrows.

"I've got gas arrows, polyurethane foam arrows, and-" Roy paused, putting the arrows back in his quicker and reaching into his utility belt "-smoke pellets, naturally. I also brought this baby," Roy added with a grin, grabbing a gun he'd strapped to his back. "Freeze Gun! Built this baby back during our Outlaw days. Tweaked it a bit back at your bunker."

Jason heaved a sigh and shook his head.

"A freeze gun? Not exactly original," Jason replied, but with a teasing tone. Roy gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"Nope, but it gets the job done!" Roy answered with a cheeky grin. "So, what's the plan then, Jaybird?" Jason looked back toward the prison, eyes narrowing.

"There isn't one. Unless 'take out as many prisoners as possible' is a plan," Jason replied, glancing over at Roy. "Too many unknowns for a damn plan here. May as well just wing it."

"Cool, I like it! Let's get to it then," Roy replied cheerily, pulling out a grappling gun and firing a line toward the prison. Jason followed suit, and the mission to take back Blackgate Penitentiary began. The two black and red clad vigilantes touched down inside the walls of Blackgate, then made their way inside. The front part of the prison seemed empty, but once they got further in, they could hear shouts, laughs, jeers and more, coming from further inside.

"Red Hood, Arsenal," came Dick's voice over the comm link. The two vigilantes hid in the shadows as some prisoners passed by; they weren't ready to give up their anonymity yet.

"What is it, Nightwing?" Jason asked. There was a pause, save for the sound of keys clacking away on Jason's computer back at the bunker.

"I've hacked into the cameras in the prison. You should head to Cell Block C first; it has the lightest population. Most of the prisoners there are under the more tame effects of Delirium. It shouldn't be too hard to take that block back."

"What about prison staff? Any survivors?" Roy asked then. There was another pause from Dick, ans the sounds of keys clacking on a keyboard sounded again.

"I've got something on one of the cameras. Looks like the Warden and about a dozen or so guards are holed up in the barracks. A wise decision; they've managed to keep the bulk of the weapons and equipment out of the hands of the prisoners and escapees," Dick answered. Jason hummed a bit at the news; it was a start, but how a dozen prison guards were supposed to hold this place, he didn't know.

"Right. Thanks Nightwing. See what you can find out about the other Cell Blocks in the meantime," Jason replied.

"On it. Stay safe and...I love you" Dick replied. Jason groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I love me too. Mushy shit later," Jason quipped back, earning snort of held back laughter from Dick. He glanced back at Roy who wiggled his eyebrows at him. Jason's only response was to elbow him in the side playfully.

The two of them proceeded toward Cell Block C in stealth mode, keeping to the shadows and avoiding being seen. Both of them knew each other well and worked together like a well-oiled machine. They didn't need to exchange many words in order to work together, they just did. And so it was silently decided that they'd take down Cell Block C first, then work their way back, taking out the prisoners on the way and repeat the process for each block.

They arrived in Cell Block C to find the prisoners scattered across both floors of the block and as Dick had told them, most of them were pretty much out of it. Some were laughing like fools, others huddled in corners seeing monsters where there were none, and other still held conversations with people who simply weren't there. It would seem as if they could just drop in and take them out, but as before, there was no telling how they'd react. They could turn violent in an instant.

Jason and Roy exchanged a look, then Roy nodded and drew a knock-out gas arrow from his quiver. As silently as a wraith, Roy moved up to the second level of the Block, finding a nice, well shadowed place to hide in as he nocked the arrow, aiming it for the middle of the room. Jason moved toward the opposite side, readying a pair of hand guns armed with electric bullets and silences to take out an stragglers quickly. The two exchanged another look, then Roy fired his arrow. The arrow left the bow with an audible twang, embedding in the floor in the middle of the room.
Some of the prisoners grew curious and moved toward it, but the more paranoid ones started freaking out. Smoke started venting from the arrow shaft, filling the room. As the prisoners breathed it in, they fell to the floor, unconscious. Those on the upper level were alerted to what was going on down below, but with a few, quick and well-placed shots, Jason disabled them quickly.

With a quick scan of the area, the two vigilantes noted that the cell block was clear, and thus they began dragging the prisoners into cells and locking them shut. Jason hopped down to the lower level, joining Roy below, then nodded down toward the hallway.

"Right, next block," Jason said smoothly. Roy gave a nod in reply, and they headed off, taking down the stragglers and putting them in cells.

"Red Hood, Arsenal, I've got news about the other cell blocks," Dick said over the comm link.

"What've you got, Nightwing?" Jason asked. The familiar sound of fingers clacking across a keyboard sounded over the link for a few moments before Dick spoke again.

"So Cell Blocks A, B, and E are more dangerous than C, but it's nothing you guys shouldn't be able to handle," Dick said smoothly.

"And Cell Block D?" Roy asked. Dick hummed over the link, causing Jason and Roy to exchange a look. There was a reason for that hum, and a reason Dick left that block for last. It had to be the worst of the five blocks.

"D is under the control of Penguin. He remained unaffected by the Delirium gas, somehow. His cell was on the upper floor. He might've been out of reach of the stuff. Or he covered his face; he's a bit smarter than the average prisoner," Dick said.

"Penguin? In charge? Why isn't that surprising?" Jason growled.

"You'll need help with Cell Block D. All of the most aggressive inmates that hadn't escaped are there, acting as both Penguins entertainment and bodyguards. I'd suggest taking care of the other Cell Blocks first, then going to the Warden and the remaining guards and getting their help dealing with Penguin," Dick said.

"Thanks Nightwing," Jason replied, turning to Roy. He cracked his knuckles, grinning from ear to ear. "Well then, looks like we've got our work cut out for us. You ready?" he asked. Roy chuckled in amusement, grabbing his bow again.

"Ready when you are, Jaybird," Roy replied.

Jason and Roy moved through the prison and took each Cell Block, one-by-one. The fighting grew heavier as they went, but they remained in stealth between each Cell Block in order to keep from attracting too much attention. Cell Block E proved to be the toughest to take over. It had a number of more aggressive prisoners to contend with and they fought like madmen. Cell Block E eventually fell too, however, and the two vigilantes were certain that their presence had been detected by now. Patrols of prisoners began to form, apparently looking for the intruders; them. They proved easy to elude, however; being hopped up on Delirium robbed them of their senses and thus making them easier to evade.

With Dick's directions, they easily found the Barracks, which were surrounded by over a dozen very aggressive, very pissed off convicts. Jason and Roy exchanged looks before wordlessly deciding on the direct approach. Stealth would do them little good here. So the two vigilantes dropped down from the level above and landed behind the mob of convicts who turned and glared at them with bloodlust in their eyes.

"Kill 'em!" One of them shouted angrily, before the two men could get a word in edgewise.

"How rude. Didn't even let us give them the option of an 'easy way', first!" Roy said, ducking back from a punch, then deflecting a metal bar with his bow.

"I know right? They don't teach people manners anymore," Jason replied, pistol whipping one thug, while firing his other gun into the crowd, nailing five of them with electric bullets. The rest came at him and Roy with the fury of a guy on roid rage, but once again, the Delirium gave them the advantage; they were slow, dumb, and overly aggressive, and thus easy to put down. Of course that wasn't to say that their attacks didn't still hurt when they actually landed a blow. Jason took a couple of punches, and Roy took a few to his shoulder and jaw. It hurt like hell. But soon, all of them were on the ground, and Roy held with in place with a foam arrow as an extra measure.

"You're not getting in! Just give it up!" came a man's voice from the other side of the door. Jason and Roy both approached the door, exchanging a look before giving a knock.

"Hey, we took out those convicts out here. We're here to help!" Roy said.

"Bullshit," the man replied.

"Look, we're with Batman. We're the Red Hood and Arsenal—"

"The Red Hood?! Then shove off! You're no better than the rest of them!" the man shouted back, venom in his tone. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Once upon a time, maybe. Look, you want this shit show in Downtown Gotham to end? Then we need to help each other! We're taking back the prison so we have somewhere to send the trash that escaped. Now you can either come out and help us, or stay hidden like a bunch of cowards while convicts tear through an entire section of the city and terrorize innocent people. Your call," Jason said evenly. Jason and Roy exchanged another look as a silence pervaded the area. Finally, the door unlocked and came open, revealing an entire room full of an assortment of weapons, and the Warden and twelve prison guards.

The Warden, a tall man with chocolate brown hair and dressed in a black uniform with a gold badge on his chest, stepped forward, glaring at The Red Hood.

"Fine. I get your point. I don't like you or the way you operate, but if you're really here to help, then I guess we're on the same team. For once," the Warden replied. Jason gave a curt nod and gestured toward the prison.

"Good. Grab some gear; we've taken back every block but Cell Block D. We've got intel that its the most heavily fortified with the most dangerous of the Delirium addled jackasses, and...well, frankly it'll be easier to take with some help."

"Wow, you two cleared the whole prison by yourselves?!" One of the guards asked, astonished. Jason gave a shrug.

"Not the whole prison. Just the inside. The prison grounds are still riddled with convicts, but the actual prison is the most important part," Jason replied.,

"We can deal with the rest later," Roy added. The Warden gave a nod.

"Agreed," the Warden replied. He turned to his remaining men and cleared his throat. "Alright, listen up! Grab everything you can carry and let's take back our prison!" the Warden called. The men turned back inside the barracks and started grabbing up any weapons they could find.

"Nightwing. How's the situation in D block?" Jason asked.

"They're aware that you're here, but they're not doing much. Penguin is enjoying a little blood sport at the moment," Dick replied. Jason snorted derisively.

"Great. Well, time to put that beaky little bastard in his place."

Jason and Roy made their way down the hallway, nonchalantly, toward D Block. There they found Penguin sitting atop a makeshift throne made of debris from the riots, being fanned and served by other Prison Staff; non-combatants. The usual Delirium-addled convicts were scattered across both levels, with the more aggressive ones cheering on the fighting on the ground level. Two aggressive convicts were beating each other senseless. Jason noted a pile of dead bodies nearby, both Prison Guards and other convicts.

Penguin sipped a glass of wine with his Umbrella open above his head, still wearing his orange jumpsuit, and glaring down at his 'entertainment' with a wicked grin on his face. When he finally deigned to acknowledge Red Hood and Arsenal's presence, it was with a derisive laugh.

"Well, look what we have here; two wanna-be heroes, thinking they have the gall to take on The Penguin," the short, pudgy, hook-nosed man said with another laugh. All attention fell onto the two vigilantes, but they remained unperturbed by the sudden silence.

"Kill 'em! KILL 'EM!" one of the pit fighters screamed angrily. Soon, chanting of 'kill 'em' started filling the room. Penguin heaved a sigh and shrugged.

"Well, who am I to deny my people their entertainment! Kill 'em!" Penguin called with a vicious grin. "You should've brought an army! Bwahahahaha!" Penguin cackled. Jason and Roy exchanged a look and laughed.

"Well, I wouldn't call them an 'army', but we didn't exactly come alone," Roy replied, grinning from ear to ear as the remaining prison guards charged in with weapons drawn. Penguin growled and threw his glass to the floor, pointing at the vigilantes and prison guards.

"Kill 'em all!"

"Still the same Narcissistic douche as ever, eh Penguin?" Jason said slyly, joining the fray.

"Still the same puffed-up wanna-be hero, eh 'Hood'?" Penguin growled back, grabbing up his umbrella and withdrawing the knife from the tip of it.

"Give it a rest, Penguin. You might be tough, but you're not in my league," Jason taunted. "You always come up a little 'short'," He added for additional effect. Penguin growled and lunged at him, but Jason didn't need to do anything but dodge. In his anger, Penguin forgot about Arsenal. The red archer fired his freeze gun and trapped Penguin in place.

Jason and Roy then turned back to the fighting, joining the Prison Guards in taking down the remaining convicts. The chaos ensued for a good twenty minutes, but eventually the convicts fell one-by-one. Without the rest of the prisoners to back them up, they had no reinforcements, and only improvised weapons. Eventually, all the prisoners were back in their cells, save for the ones wandering the prison grounds.

"Huh. I was expecting more of a fight with this place, honestly," Jason said, clapping his hands together. The Warden strode up to the two vigilantes and extended his hand.

"Red Hood. Arsenal. Thanks for the assist," he said. Jason and Roy each shook the man's hand in turn. Jason was about to speak up when they heard footsteps from from behind them. They all turned to see Harvey Bullock with over a dozen GCPD officers in riot gear approaching.

"Well, as I live and breath. The Red Hood. And you...Arsenal was it?" the large man asked.

"Gonna arrest me, officer?" Jason asked in a smug tone. Harvey gave a snort, puffing on his cigar.

"I'd love to be the guy that bags your ass, but for now, we got bigger fish to fry," Harvey replied, pushing past the two vigilantes. He turned to them once more and said "Gordon told me you were changin'. Still don't quite believe it. But if you're here helpin' out? Well," Harvey added, shrugging his shoulders before aiding in the efforts to restore the prison. Jason turned to the Warden and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You need help with the trash outside too?"

"Nah, I think we can take it from here, now that we have reinforcements. I'm guessing the rest of Downtown needs you more," the Warden replied. Jason gave a nod, then turned to Roy and nodded toward the exit of Blackgate.

"Nightwing, Blackgate is secure. How's Arkham coming?"

"There are...some complications."