Author's Note: This rated M, and not just for swears and violence, slight sexual situations. I am actually terrible at writting it sooooo, yeah, my bad if it sucks .

But supah long chapter right?! RIGHT?!

Five: Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang

I go to sleep with one eye open

Hopin' it's tonight she crosses that line

Think you died this side of heaven

But hell ain't far behind

Shed my skin, thrill me to the bliss

The fun begins, kill me with a kiss

(Killed me with a Kiss- Mr. Big)

The rain by the time they reached the clinic was heavier, but not quite a full down pour. The city seemed preparing for such storm and hardly anyone was around for such a strange sight of the group they made up.

Cavalier allowed them entry, the moment inside he locked the door. Jason carried a groaning Hatter now into the back exam room. The other's followed.

Leslie was waiting for them with a figure beside her.

'Scarecrow!' Red Robin snarled.

'Don't. ' Scarlet said, 'he's here to help.'

'What a mess we got ourselves into.' Crane said to Hatter as Jason laid him on the table.

'Strap him down.' Leslie said, Red Hood complied. Red Robin seemed weary of Leslie but she paid no mind as th two doctors set to work.

'You see, it injects continuously the toxin I upgraded.' Crane said, 'Hard to pry off, though he hasn't had much, I made sure the delivery system on it was faulty. Which I presume is why he's more or less in one piece,' he looked up at them, 'Did he seem odd trying to fight you?'

'Yes.' Black Bat said, Red Robin now remained silent, she glanced at him before continuing, 'He had a gun but hands shook. Almost afraid to shoot.'

Crane nodded, 'Good. He was fighting it.' They continued to work.

'Well,' Hood said, 'I suppose we can leave, Cavalier will have this place secure.'

'How do we know Joker doesn't know, from him?' Red Robin asked pointing to Crane.

Red Hood shrugged, 'Well, why don't we do a quick sweep around the area and then call it?'

They agreed, Red Hood also suggested switching teams, although Red Robin was unsure, both Scarlet and Black Bat agreed. Red Hood and Black Bat took over one alley, and Red Robin and Scarlet took the other. By that point the storm had fully rolled in, lighting lit up the streets of the now empty Gotham night.

'Let's call it a night.' Red Robin shouted, Scarlet nodded and he tried his communicator, 'No good!' he yelled.

She cringed at the thunder, her hair splattered across her face.

'How far is your safe house?' He managed over the rain pounding against the street, they ran to another alley and she yelled back, 'Too far now!'

He grabbed her arm and nodded in one direction, she followed him down the alley, he came up to a building near a local theatre and climbed the fire escape, she followed but nearly slipped. She felt a strong grip on her wrist as he helped her up. They landed on a balcony and he fumbled with the door.

Once inside he locked it behind her. He tried for the light but it seemed the power had gone out. He cursed and pulled out a small flash light.

'I've got some candles too hang on.' he said and hunted through some drawers in a nearby night stand. It was a small studio that was mostly bare with various locked cabinets, a leather couch and she could see a kitchenette and bedroom to the side.

She also found the bathroom as he lit the candle and rung her hair in the tub. He carried a candle to her and rummaged into the linen closet. He pulled out some towels.

'Here.' he said offering her one.

'Thanks.' she said, she slipped her cape off and flung it over the tub, she then paused before tearing off her mask.

He stood in slight awe before deciding to do the same. He left the bathroom and moved to his room, fetching some sweats and a t shirt.

'Not much, it's one of my lesser used safe houses.' he admitted. She thanked him and went to change. he did the same, slipping into his own sweats.

She came back out carrying a candle to find him laying out some blankets on the couch. She plopped herself down shivering and wrapping the towel around her hair tighter.

'So.' he said awkwardly.

'You're Tim right?' she suddenly asked. Already she was throwing him off.

'Jason told you?'

'Yeah with flash cards and diagrams and everything.' she said smirking, the candle light flickering over her scars.

'Bruce has you under Sacha in our data.' Tim said. She nodded.

They sat in silence before Sacha spoke quietly, 'You don't trust me do you?'

'Well, it's just, I don't really trust Jason. History has shown him to be unpredictable.' Tim said, 'Like tonight.'

'He wasn't trying to kill Hatter-'

'I get that.' Tim said, 'but trusting Crane and Leslie?'

She arched and eyebrow, 'You dislike Dr Thompkins? From what Jason has told me, she aided Bruce a lot.'

'We have...history.' Tim said shortly.

'I like her.' Sacha admitted, 'she's fair and she doesn't judge you. To her serving a patient comes first.'

'But Crane is a criminal.'

'So is your brother.' she pointed out.

And so is she!

'Yeah well, Jason has always been an odd duck.' Tim said. Sacha chuckled.

'Yes he is, since he left Arkham he's been better, not as much useless killing, and not as many nightmares.'

Tim didn't respond, how could he? They all had nightmares, it came with the job, but Jason...

'Crane may had a bad plan with the toxin and Hatter, but from I've gathered Joker's taken over. And even to them, the Joker is bad news.' she said evenly.

Tim nodded, 'I guess so.' he said finally.

They sat in more silence, a little more at ease now, finally Tim asked, 'How did you get the same information as me?'

Sacha smirked, 'When Jason was imprisoned and globe trotting, I decided to hone my computer skills. When people see me they tend to avoid me like the plague cause of my ugly face so I spent the time honing my computer skills.'

Tim frowned, 'You're scars aren't ugly.' He recalled how she earned them from skimming her bio on the data base.

She laughed, 'Thanks, you and Jason have been the only one's to tell me that. He always told me to love whatever came from losing that stupid mask no matter what.'

Tim nodded, who knew Jason had a way with words?

'So what, you hacked into the bat computer or something?'

She grinned, 'Nah, I hacked the Titans.' she said cheekily.

Tim sat there dumbfounded, he considered himself up there with Oracle in his computer skills, setting up various networks, and protection. And here was the tag along of Jason, of Red Hood's breaking through them like a piece of cake.

'Okay,' he said cracking a grin himself, 'Now you've got me impressed.'

The storm raged on as two figured tumbled into a run down room. The bodies seemed to roll through the window landing on the dusty wooden floor.

'Well then.' Jason said tearing his helmet off and tossing it aside as she got up to shut the window. Cass also stood taking her mask off. This safe house was no longer used and dust lined everything. It was literally one room with small bathroom barely big enough for the shower and toilet inside. There was mini stove top and fridge and a sink to one side beside the bathroom, and a single bed on the other.

'Home sweet home,' he said, he rummaged by the bed to reveal an old kerosene lamp and lit it.

'Not safe.' Cass said.

'I'm not safe either.' Jason said stripping himself of his jacket. He flipped over the blanket and noticed a small trunk at the end of the bed. Opening it he tossed a large shirt at Cass.

'It's all I have.' he admitted, 'I haven't used this place in a very long time.'

She shrugged and went to the bathroom pulling the sliding down shut. She peeled her soaked suit off and slipped the shirt on. She was so petite that it hung to her knees and she opened the door. Jason took one glance and looked away. He himself had taken just his shirt off and his weapons.

'I flipped the blankets over so they should be less dusty.' he commented. She crawled onto the bed. She laid out as he sat cross legged staring out the window.

'Think Replacement and Scarlet are okay?' he offered, she nodded.

'Why do you call him that?' she asked after they settled down onto the bed.

'Well he did replace me, which is something that should never have happened, but I mean, even Red Robin? Come on.' he said wryly.

'You think Bruce should have not had a Robin after you died.' she said carefully.

He stared at her, teal met black, 'Well do you think it's okay to have an army of children fighting your war?'

Cass flinched, 'Bruce took you in, but he said you took Robin.' she accused.

He grinned, 'Yeah and like an idiot I got blown up. I was a great little soldier.'

'He doesn't consider them soldiers.' she said.

'Look,' Jason sat up and glared now at her, 'Bruce does, without thinking that is. He made me a memorial and still has it up and why? Because the boy came back broken but remained his soldier in memory. He never called me a son. He still doesn't, I'm a mistake. And when I wasn't I was part of his war. And if you don't think he is making a war then you tell me why there are so many more buried bodies from pieces of shit like the Joker.'

Cass said nothing, some part of her knew Jason was justified, but another part knew he was wrong. Dead wrong.

'No,' she said softly, 'Bruce fights for what is right, yes some die, but he keeps many people safe. Killing would only make more take their place.'

Jason soon was inches away from her face, 'Then you tell me,' he growled, his breath hot against her cheeks, she felt them flush, 'Tell me why he keeps that memorial while I run around shooting? Well it's because he knows this war of his, it's what keeps him going. He wants it to keep going, he wants them to live, to look at my suit and see his mistakes and tell himself and everyone else that he cant do it because it's wrong. When really he loves it just as much as the Joker does.'

Cass shoved him, he fell back with the force and laid on the end of the bed, he gave a laugh, 'You think he gives a shit about us? The next body he gets will get another glass case to remind himself, to keep up the righteous act.'

'No.' She said forcefully. Jason sat up wiping his damp hair out of his eyes. The eyes that held her gaze, and held her curiosity.

Was he really that mad?

'Then tell me baby bat. Tell me why the Joker hasn't left, he's been nearly killed or thrown in jail so many times, yet he still comes back! Because he can. Joker can keep up with his sick games against Bruce. And that's all he wants. And Bruce keeps that cycle going. He keeps the bad guys who aren't afraid of him like common thugs coming back for more. How is that being a hero?'

'And how are you?' she challenged, 'You have not killed any yet. Only thugs.'

Jason cocked his head to the side before replying, 'Because baby bat, we're all mad here.'

Cass growled and lunged forward, 'Did you even know Bruce?' she demanded, he held her wrists and she withered in his grasp.

He leant in, lips nearly touching, 'The real question is,' he said softly, 'did he bother to get to know me? Or just assume as a street rat this was bound to happen.'

'You're worth more then that.' she said in a near whisper, his eyes widened, but he did not let go of her, in fact he held her tighter in his grasp, 'and he knows that.'

His lips crashed against hers. She nearly squeaked as his force pushed them backwards onto the bed, he was on top of her as she wrapped her arms (he had let go?) around his shoulders. She found herself lost in the kiss, full of anger and hurt and passion.

The moment they broke apart they were both gasping for breath. His hands propped himself up so he wasn't crushing her with his large form. Her own hands gently trailing down his back.

Their eyes locked for a moment. Thunder clapped and lighting flashed they both knew there was no going back. She was quicker then he expected, grasped his belt loops and yanked him downward, his teeth clashing with hers into their lips found a rhythm. He only paused to trail kissed down her neck. She mewled into his arm as he bit down. She dug her nails into his back and he groaned. He looked at her again, teal eyes no longer full of hate, now just full of desire, and asking permission.

She lifted her head up and kissed him and allowed him to slip the shirt off of her. From there it all became a haze of kisses and moans into the night. Lost in the storm.