Chapter 8

- Did you just show me your identity? – you asked looking surprised at him.

- Do you know me? – he asked looking at you – have you ever seen me around?

- No.

- Then you still have no idea who I am.

- I guess you're right… - you picked up the glass and gave it a sip – shit, what kind of crap is this?

Whiskey.

- I hate whiskey… - he got up, went to the fridge, picked up a can of coke and poured it on your glass.

- Better? – he asked.

- Meh – you said but kept drinking.

- C'mon, I showed you mine now you show me yours – he said looking at you.

- Meaning? – you asked raising an eyebrow.

- Your identity.

- Fine – you took off your mask and let you hair turn to its natural color.

- Nop, don't know you at all – he said drinking.

You looked at him while he put his feet on the coffee table and threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip, he was so dangerous looking and his grayish eyes were so appealing.

- So, wanna take this to the bedroom? – he asked not looking at you.

- What?! In your dreams! – you said getting up, picking your mask, changing your hair and going to the window to leave. He went behind you and before you were about to leave he turned you to face him and pinned you to the wall.

- Don't act like you don't want it. You've been checking me out since we first met.

- In these 2 months we met like 3 times, and you kept that helmet on all the time, besides, you disappeared in a second after facing us so…yeah, you're delusional.

-Then why did you come here today?

- I didn't come, you brought me here.

- You have powers, if you didn't want my help you wouldn't have taken it. – you rolled your eyes and he lifted your chin up – you like the danger.

- Leave me alone – you pushed him off, you couldn't let him notice how excited you were.

- Bye – he said while you left.

You parked the bike in the batcave, took of your suit and dressed your winter pj's, since you were wearing pants Alfred couldn't see your wound.

- Morning Alfred – you said sitting at the kitchen's table to eat something.

- You arrived later than usual, everything alright?

- Yeah, just took some time to deal with something.

You finished your food and went to bed.

It was Saturday so you just wanted to sleep all day, but your body was used to waking up at 2 pm, so you woke up around that hour. You heard your cell, you just got a text, and you thought it would be Tim's, but you were very surprised when you read the text.

"How's your leg? RH"

"How in the hell did you get my cell number?!" – you texted him back.

"I have my tricks"

"I bet…I'm fine, what do you want?"

"I might need your help on something"

"And I would help you because?"

"Because you also want to clean this city"

"I'll think about it"

You sighed…was this a good idea? Maybe it was a trap, you had no idea who he was. Bruce, Dick or Tim never gave you information about him.

You got up, had lunch with Alfred and then went to the batcave to use the computer.

"Bruce must have a file on him" you thought "he has files on everyone", you found his file but you weren't able to access it "weird" you tried to open it again and it failed again.

- You won't be able to access that file without Master Wayne – said Alfred while bringing you a cup of tea – having trouble with him?

- Not trouble, he appeared last night and I would like a bit more information so I know what I'm dealing with. I asked Dick and Tim about him, but they said he was just another criminal. Well this file tells me he isn't.

- He's not – Alfred sat next to you – he's Jason Todd.

- Jason Todd? As in the little boy from the pictures that died? The second Robin?

- Yes…

- Bruce told me he died.

- To Master Wayne he did…Jason died twice, the day he actually died and the day he returned as the Red Hood.

- Shit… - you said.

- Shit indeed – said Alfred.

- Thanks Alfred – you hugged him – I'm going out for a bit.

"If you want my help we'll need to talk first" – you texted him

"Ok, when?"

"I'll be at your place in an hour"

You weren't going to dress your suit, so what the hell were you going to wear? "Ugh, why do you care about that?" you thought. You dressed a black and white skirt, a black shirt and a red coat; you also put on some high heel boots.

Alfred drove you downtown and you took a taxi to Jason's building. You rang the doorbell and he buzzed you in. You got out of the elevator and he was already at his door, shirtless.

- I have no idea how your shitty apartment has this great heating system – you said while entering.

- I built it myself, that's how.

You took of your coat, your boots and sat at the couch.

- By all means, make yourself comfortable – he said sitting next to you.

- Why didn't you tell me who you were, Jason?

- Does it make any difference to know who I am?

- Well if I'm going to work with you I have to trust you, and at the moment, I don't know if I can.

- You can trust me.

- They don't.

- I know who they are, where the batcave is, everything, and I never told a thing about them or put them in harm's way. You can take your conclusions from that.

- Well, if we're gonna work together, I'm…

- Catherine, I also did my research – he interrupted you to say that – so, here's the deal, a few days ago I found some kids dealing this – he gave you a little bag with a red powder in it.

- I've never seen this drug before.

- Me neither and I don't have the means to find out what it is.

- I'll take it back and see what I can do – you said putting it on your purse.

- I also know that there is a shipment of that coming tonight.

- How did you get that info?

- I got it from one of the dealers.

- You mean you threatened him to death.

- Tomato, tomato – he said.

- Ok, at the docks at 9 pm – you said putting on your boots.

- It's a date – he said with a smug face.

- No it's not, and one more thing – you said while stopping at the entrance – no killing, get it?

- Yes.

You spent all afternoon at the batcave trying to figure out what the hell was that drug, it was hard with Tim not around, he was brilliant and you, well you didn't have science classes since high school.

You were laying on the floor bored out of your mind when the computer said "analysis concluded, profile generated".

"Shit" you thought "I have no idea what these components are for".

- Right on time – said Jason sitting on the rooftop in front of the pier.

- Work ethics – you replied.

- So did you figure out what that thing is?

- After all afternoon googling shit and running some tests I found out that it's maybe the most addictive drug known so far.

- Great…

- Do you recognize any of those tugs? Maybe we can find out who they're working for.

- *Puff*, I have no idea – he said.

- Well the only families that deal with drugs are the Falcone and the Maroni. Let me see what I can do – you picked up your cell and made a call.

- CAT! – a woman yelled from the other side.

- Hey Sarah – you said.

- Laura, Cat's on the phone, I'm going to put you on speaker – said Sarah.

- Hey girl!

- Hi Laura, why are you both together?

- We still have movie night, even though you don't show up in months – replied Sarah.

- Yeah, I know, listen girls I need some information.

- It's gonna cost you – said Sarah.

- Four tickets to Wayne's benefit Christmas gala is good enough?

- Yep – they both replied.

- Ok, I need to know if any of you know how are the cases against the Maroni and the Falcone's tugs.

- The Falcone gang that we caught is locked up waiting for hearings. – said Sarah.

- And the case against the Maroni's squad fell through, they all walked – informed Laura.

- Thanks girls, bye bye.

- We miss you.

- I miss you too – you hung up.

- What just happened there? – asked Jason

- Friend's at the DA's – you said – those are Maroni's guys.

- Don't you think that this kind of drug is out of their MO?

- I do…they are working with someone bigger.

- Let's find out who, after we burn that shipment.

You and Jason got near the guys and kicked all their asses, you took their machineguns and you and Jason knocked them down. After they were all in chains he torched the shipment.

You took your bikes and went to Maroni's place.

- What's all that commotion outside? – yelled Maroni as he opened the door of his office to see what was happening.

- It's me – said Jason pointing a gun to his head – sit. Me and my friend over here want some information.

- You're working with him? – Maroni asked you – well it seems that when Batman leaves his younglings alone they start to mess up.

- Shut up – Jason hit him with the handle of the gun.

- Who are you working with – you asked.

- Like I'll tell you – he responded spitting blood.

- Oh you will, or you'll lose a foot – said Jason.

- Are you gonna let him do this to me? – Maroni asked you.

- I am not his boss – you said – and I don't care – Jason took the safety of the gun.

- I'll talk, I'll talk! – he said fearing Jason – you know that new recovering addicts facility that Lexcorp built and finances? It's to give Lex Luthor the public's sympathy; you know he wants to be president, and what better way to do that than to have tons of junkies getting better through his charities.

- Thanks for that – said Jason punching him unconscious.

- Was that really necessary? – you asked as you left Maroni's office.

- Not really, but it felt good – he replied – wanna get breakfast?

- Why?

- Because I know you don't wanna go home yet – he said putting an arm around your waist and pulling you close.