Jason arrived back at the bunker, having sent a command to his own motorcycle to return to the bunker. He gingerly picked Dick up from the biker and carried him into the bathroom. Roy swiveled in his chair when they entered the cave, then pushed out of the chair and jogged to the bathroom.

"Jaybird? Is Dick okay?" Roy asked, watching as Jason began cleaning the back of Dick's head with a warm, wet washcloth. Jason had taken his helmet off and tossed it aside. It sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. He glanced up at Roy, ignoring his own injuries and nodded.

"He'll be okay. Just a paintball to the back of the head," Jason answered, glancing back down at Dick. Satisfied once the paint was out of his hair, he carried the man back out of the bathroom and laid him down on the bed to rest. Jason heaved a sigh, scrubbing his face with his hands. He turned to Roy and frowned.

"How long have you been at it now?" he asked. Roy gave a shrug.

"I dunno. 'Bout thirty hours?" he said with a cheeky grin. Jason managed a small smile and patted Roy's shoulder.

"Get some rest, I'll take it from here," Jason said evenly. Roy arched an eyebrow at Jason; he was being uncommonly…nice. It's not that he wasn't nice per se, but it was usually hidden behind jokes and sarcasm.

"Jay, are you alright?" Roy asked. Jason sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands.

"The Joker-" Jason began, a scowl spreading across his face. Roy nodded in understanding and held up his hand.

"No need to explain, I get it," he said, yawning and covering his mouth with a closed fist. "But I could use the rest. Thanks Jaybird." Roy said, moving toward the living area and crashing on the couch. Jason moved across the bunker and toward the computer, sitting at the seat and began working at the computer.

"It's The Red Hood. Arsenal's resting," Jason explained over the comm link.

"You should too," came Bruce's voice.

"No, I'm good. Besides, can't leave all the work to Alfred," Jason said with a smirk.

"Thank you Master Jason but-"

"I can help," came Tim's voice, followed by a yawn. "Lucius and I have been working tirelessly on a cure, and we think we finally have one." A few sighs of relief came from everyone. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned, a migraine building behind his eyes.

"Good. Let's get that cure out there and shut The League and Strange down," Jason said sourly.

"Not yet. We need to find Strange and the League first. As long as they're at large, they can continue to infect people," Bruce replied. Jason wanted to argue, but he knew the man was right. Instead he growled in frustration.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Jason, don't let the Joker get under your skin," Bruce said again. Jason snorted.

"Little late for that," he snapped back. Jason sighed again. "Nevermind. Forget it," he said. He typed away on his computer and brought up some feeds. "I've got the Sensei over in the East End. No sign of Ra's al Ghul," Jason reported.

"Perhaps I can be of help with that," came Strange's voice over the comm link.

"Strange. How the fuck did you get on this frequency?" Jason asked in a snarl. Strange chuckled in amusement.

"Wouldn't you like to know. But let's not get away from the matter at hand. The point is, I know where Ra's al Ghul is, and I'd be happy to share his location with you," Strange said. The line was silent for a time and nobody was sure what to say. Well, Jason had a few things to say, but he bit his tongue for the moment. Judging by the silence, he began to wonder if Bruce was actually considering it. He had his answer moments later and he didn't like it.

"I'm listening," came Bruce's voice. Jason spluttered at the answer that Bruce gave; he couldn't believe it! Was Bruce actually trusting this creep?!

"What?! You don't actually believe this guy, do you?!" Jason shouted in disbelief. He cursed mentally and looked over at Roy to find him still fast asleep. He turned back to the computer, glaring daggers at it. No, Bruce was being an idiot here, and he wanted to say as much, but Damian cut in before he had the chance.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Todd, father. Trusting Strange is foolish," Damian added in. Bruce didn't answer either of them, and instead opted to ignore their complaints.

"Where is Ra's al Ghul?" he asked. Both Jason and Damian growled in annoyance at being ignored.

"Ra's al Ghul is located in a rather fancy hotel in the East End," Strange replied. Bruce snorted; that sounded like Ra's; surrounding himself in luxury. He was also keenly aware that this could be a trap. He was about to ask for more, but Strange left the line.

"You realize that this is probably a fucking trap, right?" Jason asked with a derisive snort, flopping down into the chair and propping his feet up on the console. Bruce didn't answer him, which prompted a scowl from Jason. Typical.

"I'm going after Ra's al Ghul. If there's even a chance that this information is legitamate, we can take him off the field and out of play," Bruce said.

"Great, then I'll go after this 'Sensei'," Jason said, moving away from the computer.

"Absolutely not," Bruce snapped, his tone stern. Jason paused and turned back toward the computer, arching an eyebrow.

"What? Why not? We'd be getting two birds with one stone and be that much closer to putting an end to this bullshit" Jason asked, his tone holding more annoyance.

"Because Sensei is even older than Ra's al Ghul. Possibly deadlier. I've only fought him once before, and he defeated me easily," Bruce said darkly. Jason stared at the screen wide-eyed. Someone capable of defeating Bruce, easily?

"He's just an old man. How tough could he be?" Jason asked with a snort.

"Jason…don't. He will kill you. He may be old, but he's deadly. I have reason to suspect he's Ra's' father," Bruce added. The link went silent for several moments as everyone processed the revelation. "He's old and tires easily due to his advanced age, but trust me when I say he wouldn't need long to beat any one of us," Bruce added. Jason was silent for a time, then smirked a little and flopped down into the chair, propping his feet up on the desk again.

"Right. Well, try not to embarrass yourself, old man," Jason joked.

"Thanks, Jason," Bruce said flatly. Jason snickered in response. He put his feet back down on the floor and typed away on the computer's console.

"Hey Timbo, can you bring that cure down to the bunker? We should have that on hand the minute this shitstorm breaks," Jason said.

"I'm already on my way. We should have enough cure for all of the Delirium victims," Tim replied.

"Nice work, Timbo," Jason replied.

"Yeah well, that's what I do," Tim replied with a slight laugh.


Bruce, with the help of Alfred and Jason, cased the hotel out. It was the only place the chaos hadn't touched and was surrounded by assassins. If Ra's was anywhere, it'd definitely be here. And yet, jhe couldn't help but feel that this was a trap. Regardless, this needed to end, fast. Bruce snuck his way past Ra's' assassins, using stealth take downs to silently put down those he couldn't sneak past, and made his way inside the building. When he got inside, however, there were corpses everywhere; both assassins and hotel staff alike. Bruce's eyes narrowed as he followed the trail of corpses up two floors, hearing the sounds of fighting in the distance.

Bruce came to a suite with two dead assassins on either side of the door. Eyes narrowing once more, he stepped past them and inside the room. He heard a pained groan from another room and drew a batarang from his utility belt, moving toward the source of the noise. Standing in the middle of the room, over the corpse of a dead assassin, stood Sensei. The old man turned around and glared at him.

"Well, it would seem we're tracking the same quarry," Sensei said in a cold, even tone, turning to Bruce and folding his arms behind his back.

"Ra's al Ghul," Bruce replied. Sensei snorted.

"A child pretending to be more," Sensei replied flatly. "He holds the League of Assassins back, pursuing petty vendettas and agendas. In my hands, I would raise them higher," Sensei said, raising his arms up into the air for dramatic effect "and perfect the art of assassination! I would create the greatest assassins that history has ever known!"

"And so you'd kill your own son?" Bruce asked, testing his theory. Sensei snorted at the mention of him.

"My son is a disappointment. As are you," he said, drawing his blade and taking a fighting stance. "When last we met, you bested me by outlasting me. This time, you will die. I need only minutes to end you," Sensei said smugly. Bruce's eyes narrowed, but he made the first move, throwing a batarang. Sensei blocked it with his sword, then pounced at Bruce. Bruce blocked a sword, but was kicked in the stomach. He stumbled back and blocked another sword strike, then pushed the attack, landing a blow on the old man's shoulder, followed by his hand, knocking his sword free. Sensei retaliated with an open palmed strike to Bruce's chest. Bruce stumbled backward, then threw a series of punches; Sensei blocked every one of them.

"I will not fall this time, Batman," Sensei said with a smug grin, spinning to avoid a punch, then elbowing Bruce in the face. Bruce stumbled and Sensei grabbed his arm, pulling him forward and delivering a punch to his face. Stumbling again, Sensei pushed the attack, unleashing a furious attack, landing a series of powerful blows, holding nothing back, the fury of centuries of discipline and training crashing down on Bruce.

"I was master the martial arts before my arrogant child was even a blink!" Sensei taunted, continuing his relentless assault. Bruce blocked as many strikes as he could, but could find no room to counter attack. Sensei ducked a swing from Bruce, then delivered a powerful double punch to Bruce's chest, sending him crashing backwards, down onto the floor. Breathing heavily, Sensei retrieved his sword and held it to Bruce's neck. Blood dripped from the man's nose and mouth, and his ribs ached, having taken a brutal beating from Sensei. He glared at at the man.

"You should have joined us; my son was right about you. You have much potential. Pity," he said with a smug grin. Sensei raised his blade to strike, but then spun around at the last minute and matched blades with Ra's.

"And you should have stayed in Nanda Parbat like a good minion," Ra's said to him with a smug grin. Sensei snarled at him, batting Ra's blade aside. He glanced back at Bruce who kicked at him in that moment. Sensei avoided it, then ducked a sword stroke from Ra's. All attention turned toward the window, as Batgirl crashed through it. Sensei took advantage of the distraction and retreated, calling his assassins to cover his retreat.

"Come back and face your death, coward," Ra's called, fighting through Sensei's assassins.

"I believe you called it a 'tactical retreat'" Sensei called back with a smug grin. Within minutes, he was gone. Bruce and Barbara then turned their attention on Ra's, but he too, was making an escape, covered by assassins. The duo fought through the assassins and followed Ra's path, but he too, was gone.

"Well, that didn't go as planned," Barbara said with a frown, huffing in annoyance. She turned to Bruce and shrugged. "Jason sent me here. Figured I could help. Sorry," she said. Bruce glanced over at her and shook his head.

"We'll catch them next time. I'm going to see if I can't track them down again. Will you be okay here on your own?" Bruce asked. Barbara gave a nod.

"Sure, I'll be fine," she replied. Bruce gave a nod in reply and retreated from the building. Meanwhile, Barbara made her way through the hotel, disabling any conscious assassins she came across and tying them up. Even though Ra's and Sensei had escaped, this was still a victory; a good chunk of both their forces were now off of the playing field.

"Jason, let my father know about this, and have him send some men down to collect these guys. Place is clear," Barbara said.

"Gotcha. Nice work, Batgirl," Jason said smoothly. Barbara giggled a bit.

"Well of course. You sure you're okay just working from a computer?" she asked, making her way down the hall.

"Someone has two. Plus, we're down three people; Tim's working on the cure, and Dick and Roy are both out of it," he replied. Barbara heard a sigh from his end, then "but yeah, I'd rather be out there, knocking heads. You and Timmy were always better at the computer crap."

"Aw, well thanks," she replied with a laugh. As she rounded the corner, she gasped; the Joker stood there and she felt something press against her stomach. Her mind flashed back to that fateful night when the Joker shot her…

"Fancy meeting you here," the Joker said, wearing a demented grin. Frozen in fear, Barbara hesitated, but before she could react, she screamed in pain as the Joker pulled the trigger, tasing her. She collapsed to the floor, unconscious from the jolt of electricity. "I thought about putting on an encore performance, but the same old act, all over again? Boring!" The Joker said with a cackle, lifting Barbara up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Barbara?! Babara!" Jason shouted over the comm link, having heard the demented laugh. The Joker laughed again wen he heard Jason's voice.

"I'm afraid Batgirl isn't available at the moment! Please leave a message at the sound of the laugh!" The Joker said, loud enough for Jason to hear, letting loose a demented laugh.

"I'll kill you! Do you hear me, Clown?! I'll fucking kill-" Jason threatened, cut off when the Joker destroyed the communication device.

"Now, now, you've already had your turn!"