I am so so sorry this chapter took insanely long to write. I've had a lot of things happen the past few weeks, and, as bad of an excuse this is, I have been really low on motivation lately as well. I finally found a day where I'm not busy, and was able to finish this. I hope you guys like this installment of Crimson Revenge, and that it was worth the wait. As for when the next chapter will be posted next, I will honestly say that I'm not entirely sure. It may take a few weeks, or it may take a month or so. I apologize in advance, but like I said, everything is getting extremely busy at the moment. Thanks for reading!

-Bookreader777

Chapter 10

"Nice one, Tim!"

"Jasmine…I punched you in the face, how is that good?!"

Jasmine looked at Tim warmly, rubbing her cheek lightly. They had been sparring, as she said they would be, and he had definitely gotten better since the last time she trained with him, which really wasn't that long ago. She had told him not to hold anything back, and just let his fighting instinct take over. If he didn't practice 100%, then he couldn't improve his very best. So, she landed a few hard punches to the poor boy here and there, since she didn't want to be hypocritical and go easy on him or anything. However, she definitely hadn't expected him to move as swift as he did and land a well-executed punch to her cheek. While Tim was fretting over it, Jasmine was smiling widely, looking excited.

"Because you punched me in the face! Think about it, Timmy. You weren't able to land one a few days ago." She said to him lightly, and Tim blinked.

"Timmy?" He repeated in a murmur, gazing at her in an almost curious and freaked out kind of way before clearing his throat, "I mean…when you put it that way, I guess it isn't too bad."

"Of course it isn't bad. I told you to. What did you think was going to happen? It's not like I'm going to beat you up because you landed a punch on me."

"Are you sure?"

"Tim. Is my fist connecting with your face at the moment?"

"Um, no…"

"Exactly. So stop freaking out about it," She scolded him before smiling lightly, "Besides. I hardly felt it."

Tim's eyes widened a little at her statement, "How did you hardly feel it? I punched you really hard, Jasmine!"

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she gave a rather nonchalant shrug, "My pain resistance has been built up since I was seven years old. I don't react to a lot of things that people would normally wince from when experiencing that pain…save for fire. I hate fire." She explained to him.

"Your pain resistance is really that high?" He breathed, though a part of him didn't look too surprised. That raised curiosity in Jasmine for a moment, though she didn't think too much about it.

Jasmine simply nodded, grabbing the two water bottles from the ground and tossing one to Tim. He easily caught it, and the two quietly drank their water to rehydrate themselves. They had been training for about two hours already. They started with a regular workout, like weight-lifting and running laps around the area. Then they transitioned to the staff, which had actually been a fairly even match. This time, Jasmine hadn't caught Tim off guard as easily as the last time. Now, they were working on their hand-to-hand combat. Jasmine had an obvious advantage over him, trained not only by Batman, but also Risuka, so she had learned plenty of different fighting styles that she has merged into one. So now, she was teaching Tim a few different moves that he could use to take down criminals, and even surprise Bruce a little when they trained next. After about an hour of this side of their training, they had started sparring. Jasmine won every match so far, which wasn't much of a surprise.

"Jasmine…why did you come to train with me? I thought I was a nuisance to you." Tim spoke up quietly after a moment, and Jasmine turned to him. Slowly, she lowered her eyes, wincing a little at his question. She knew it was going to come up at some point, considering she hadn't treated the young boy well since the first day she met him. Now, she seemed to have taken a complete 180 in only a day. It was probably confusing to him since he had never seen a light-hearted side to her.

"You aren't a nuisance to me, Tim," Jasmine sighed lightly, twisting the cap back onto the bottle, "You never have been. I've just treated you that way. Trust me, I regret having done so as well." She spoke quietly, sitting on the floor and motioning him over. Tim hesitated for just a second before walking over and sitting down in front of her, looking at her expectantly.

"When I first met you I'll honestly say that I never wanted you to become Robin. It had only been a few months after Jason died, and I thought it was much too early to be taking on a new Robin. At the time, I was a bit in denial about Jason's death. I kept looking for any signs of him. I was convinced that the video just wasn't true. It was one of Joker's sick jokes. So I kept looking, but when Joker died, I realized that it was futile. Jason really was dead. At the time, I had a horrible, murderous hatred towards Joker. Since he died in Arkham City due to having injected himself with Venom, all that anger and hatred turned to the next best thing. Harley. When I finally found her, we had been out in Gotham together. Bruce wanted me to evaluate your performance. He had done the same thing with me and Jason, actually. Anyways, do you remember that night, Tim?" She asked quietly, looking up at him. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah…I remember. When we found Harley…you tried to kill her." He said lowly.

"Exactly. The thing is Tim…if it hadn't been for you, I would have murdered her. However, you stepped in front of her right as I was going to give the killing blow…and you took it instead. It hit your cheek, and you fell from the impact of the whip hitting you. I…God, Tim, you have no idea how horrible I felt. I thought…I thought I killed you at first. That my whip lashed across your throat instead of your cheek. Then…then you never told Bruce. You said a criminal had swiped a knife across your cheek. I don't know why you protected me that day, Tim, but you gained every ounce of respect from me. I also believed that…I was a curse. That if you continued to be around me, you would end up dead. Just like Jason. Not only that, but I was terrified to place any of my already damaged trust in you. So, after that, I tried harder than ever to push you away and keep you at a far distance from me. But now…I understand that I'm not this curse. I'm better than what I was back then, and I want to get to know you, Tim. I'm done pushing everyone away." She explained to him quietly, meeting his eyes seriously. Tim stared at her in what seemed to be astonishment, lightly raising his fingers to his cheek where her whip had lashed across it so many months ago.

"I didn't tell Bruce that day because I figured that there was something between you and Harley. Some bad blood, I guess you could say. I know that what you almost did was terribly serious, but the way you instantly ran up to me with your voice and hands shaking…I knew that you felt guilty for what happened. In that moment, I didn't think that you would try it again either. I just had a feeling, and I guess I was right. I know that Harley is your mom, Jasmine, and that Joker is, well was, your dad. I just want you to know that I don't think of you any differently because of it. Dick told me about your past, but that was only because I was being kept in the dark about everything that was going on. You definitely aren't a curse. You've just lived with misfortune," Tim spoke to her calmly before giving a smile, "I'm really glad you aren't going to be pushing me away anymore. I look forward to knowing you better, Jasmine."

Jasmine had listened to Tim attentively, though her eyes had widened a little in surprise when he said that Dick had told him of her past. Perhaps she would have been mad if she were still in that closed off mood of hers, but now, she was actually rather grateful for Dick having told Tim. She didn't like talking about her past, or admitted what happened in it. It just brought up terrible memories. Memories she would prefer to keep buried than resurfacing. This kept her from having to return and dwell in the past. She was a little surprised to hear that Tim didn't think too differently of her after hearing of her parentage, but was relieved that he wasn't judging her based upon them at the same time.

"Thanks for giving me a second chance, Tim." She said to him lightly. Tim smiled warmly then nodded.

"Of course, Jasmine."

"Aaaaanyways…" Jasmine drew out, not wanting them to revert into the typical awkward silence after a heartfelt conversation, "want to continue training, or would you prefer getting lunch?"

Tim tilted his head thoughtfully to the side for a moment, only for his stomach to grumble. He gave a light laugh then rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, "I guess lunch it is." Jasmine laughed lightly before getting to her feet, holding her hand out for him to take. Tim smiled up at her, taking her hand and she pulled him up.

"I have one request." Tim said, looking over at Jasmine as they walked towards the elevator. Jasmine looked up at the taller yet younger boy questioningly.

"Alright, what is it?"

"We have something other than cereal."

Jasmine stared at him in confusion, "Cereal? Why would we have cereal for…" She trailed off then burst out into laughter, now understanding, "Dick makes you have cereal for lunch?" She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to try to muffle and quiet down her laugh.

"Yeah. Cereal. I don't know about you, but I think of it as a breakfast food. Not an all-day every day kind of food, like Dick thinks it is." He sighed.

"He's so weird." Jasmine laughed quietly.

"I agree…except I guess the joke is on you since you two are dating.

"Shut up, Drake."

"What? It's the truth! Speaking of…are the two of you dating? I mean, I just assumed." He breathed out, a teasing smile playing in his lips. Jasmine considered this for a moment, before looking to him.

"I think so. We've both said that we love each other, so I would assume we are. He hasn't exactly asked me formally though." She spoke thoughtfully.

"Wow, and I thought he was supposed to be good with girls." Tim breathed and Jasmine smirked lightly. The two of them walked into the kitchen, and Jasmine walked towards the pantry and opened it, peering at the contents. Alfred taught her how to cook a few simple things, not anything complicated though. After a few moments, she pulled out some bread and held it up.

"How about grilled cheese?"

It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before Jasmine and Tim were sitting side by side and eating the food Jasmine had quickly made. They spoke lightheartedly, and Jasmine had to admit that it was really nice to just be around someone so effortlessly. She didn't worry for once, and she didn't fill her head with dark, terrible thoughts. Really, the whole thing was a relief. A part of her had considered that fact that Tim may not have let her try to get close to him after all this time of being so cruel and cold. She certainly wouldn't have blamed him for doing so. Instead, he allowed her a second chance, and for that, she was entirely grateful. It gave Jasmine hope that she really could set everything she messed up right.

In the midst of their lunch, Jasmine and Tim looked over as the door swung open, revealing Dick. He had pulled his shirt on, and regarded the two with a light smile before walking over and getting himself a glass of water. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before she averted her eyes as small flashbacks of their moment replayed in her head, which only let her flustered. She was still horrified poor Tim witnessed some of it. Thankfully, it hadn't gotten very far when he accidently looked over. Though, it also made Jasmine wonder just how far she and Dick were going to take it. *Had I truly almost asked him if we could-*

"Aren't you two supposed to be training?"

Jasmine quickly looked up, pulling away from her thoughts. Dick was leaning back against a counter, his glass of water in his hand and a calm, laidback smile playing on his lips. He seemed pretty comfortable about the whole situation, and seemingly not flustered at all. Of course, she supposed that he could just be concealing any of those feelings from emerging at the moment.

"Yeah, but we got hungry. Besides, we trained for a good while," Tim spoke up, and Jasmine gave a nod in agreement before taking a bite of the grilled cheese.

"Psh, slackers." Dick teased them with a small smile before walking around and sat beside Jasmine.

"If I remember correctly, you didn't train, so doesn't that make you the slacker?" Jasmine pointed out, raising her eyebrows at him.

"Well damn. Looks like the tables have turned," He chuckled softly, and Jasmine offered a smile before finishing off her sandwich and getting up. She took her plate to the sink and started to wash it off, only for a pair of arms to wrap around her from behind.

"You're like a puppy, Dick." Tim called jokingly and Jasmine laughed, turning her head to the side so she could see him.

"He's not wrong, you know."

Dick let out a heavy sigh and pecked her cheek, "Just revel in the moment, Quinn."

"I don't think Bruce would approve of this overwhelming amount of PDA." Tim smirked.

"Well, Bruce isn't here," Dick grumbled.

"But Alfred is. He could always tell Bruce about our huge display, and then we'll have to be kept in separate rooms at all times." Jasmine spoke, feigning seriousness, and Dick rolled his eyes.

"I'm feeling attacked."

"That's because Tim and I are an unstoppable force."

"Is that right?"

"It must be, since I'm never wrong" Jasmine teased lightheartedly and he shook his head with a small laugh.

"Well, if you don't want me around…" Dick spoke, letting the sentence hang and started to slowly pull away. Jasmine widened her eyes a little and rested her hands on his arms gently, keeping him from pulling back.

"I never said that."

Dick didn't waste any time pulling her back against his chest after this and kissed her cheek lightly, "I will honestly say that these displays of affection are weirding me out. Just so you two know," Tim called out. Dick and Jasmine looked at the younger boy.

"I guess you'll need to get used to it then." Dick spoke and Jasmine smiled lightly.

oOo

Batwoman stood atop of a building. Like the last time she had been out in Gotham, she was waiting for the arrival of a van. This time, however, she was not alone. Nightwing was crouched beside her, balancing on the balls of his feet at the edge of the building as he peered down. Earlier that night they had gotten one of Penguin's men to give them a location where Red Hood should be showing up, or at least, some of his men. They needed to obtain information on where the drugs were, or when they were going to be distributed out onto the streets. Either one worked, but just receiving a single source would be vital.

"Does it always take this long for them to arrive?" Nightwing sighed lightly, slowly stretching up from his crouching position.

"Well, last time it took forever. I'm not really surprised at this point." She said to him, crossing her arms over her chest as she gazed at the street below.

"Are you sure that guy was telling the truth? This seems a little...too late." He sighed, and Batwoman cracked a small smile.

"Don't tell me you're getting tired."

"Never in my life," Nightwing chuckled.

"Anyways, in all seriousness, it crossed my mind a few times, but I think we should wait just a little bit longer. It's hard to imagine that our interrogation methods combined didn't work. Not only that, but most criminals here in Gotham have a pretty basic fear for me. Besides, it took about this long when I was waiting for that one van to arrive the other night. We'll just have to remain patient for now."

"You know, in the amount of time we've been waiting, I probably could have stopped two banks from being robbed, and about five muggings," He sighed, and Batwoman laughed lightly.

"It hasn't been that long," She stated in amusement. Nightwing simply cracked a smile.

The two fell into silence once again, both of their covered eyes scanning the area. It was then that a small rumbling sound caught Batwoman's attention, and she directed her attention to the right, which was where it was coming from. Before long, a black van rolled out and she crouched down as Nightwing did. Being on top of the building meant being closer to the enemy, but it also meant being detected was a higher possibility than being on an entirely different building. Being detected and losing the element of surprise most certainly was not in the plan any time soon.

As the van doors opened, Batwoman braced herself to see Red Hood, who the past few times, seemed to have been able to pick out her hiding places easily. She still had no idea how he was capable of that. However, instead, three henchmen came out. By the red bands they had on, they were under Red Hood. The men's eyes seemed to shift around almost nervously before one stepped up. He wasn't a particularly handsome man, with thin brown hair, a scruffy beard and mustache and bulging muscles. His eye color, Batwoman guessed, were brown, considering they didn't stand out in the dim lighting.

"We know you're here, Batwoman! We didn't come for a fight. Just…just to talk," He called out, darting his eyes around.

"Well this is an odd turn of events." Batwoman whispered and Nightwing glanced over before nodding.

"You could say that again. I don't spot any guns on them though. Even though I don't trust them, perhaps we should go down." He whispered back.

"Right. I'll go down first. If you don't see anything suspicious, join me." She spoke to him quietly.

"Gotcha."

Batwoman slowly stood up and jumped off the building. Her cape stretched out into that of bat-like wings, and she glided forwards. The men backed away a little, probably intimidated, and Batwoman drew her cape down, the wing like appearance disappearing, and she landed lightly on her feet in front of them. The two men that flanked the "leader" seemed uncertain. The leader himself seemed to be a rather wary himself, though it seemed like he was trying not to express it.

"How did you know I was here?" She asked lowly.

"We were originally assigned to inspect this warehouse and clean out anything that could have been left behind. A few of Penguin's men knew of it since the Boss is allied with him, and we figured that since you've been following his trail, this was where you would turn up," The man explained.

"Originally assigned?" Batwoman frowned.

"We…decided to leave Red Hood's gang. I figured out what they were going to use the drug for, and that's way too destructive for me. So I told these two, and they agreed. We're here to tell you when and where the drugs are going to be shipped," He explained.

Batwoman studied the three of them. The story seemed almost too good to be true. However, none of them seemed hostile, and hadn't brought any weapons. Even criminals were humane from time to time. Especially, henchmen. They were just puppets being controlled by a puppet master. Some of them did this stuff because they enjoyed it and got a good amount of money from it. Others did it for bragging rights, and others couldn't find a well-paying job anywhere else, and decided to take this up to make a decent amount of money. So, the fact that they ran off from this plan of turning the people of two cities to brainless slaves wasn't that absurd. It simply made them human. As the thud of feet hitting the ground reached Batwoman's ears, she assumed Nightwing thought the same.

"Then tell me," She said to them strictly, and Nightwing stopped beside her, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded the three men. At his presence, their nerves seemed to escalate, but the leader simply cleared his throat a little before speaking up.

"Well, the drug distribution will begin tomorrow night. One load will head to Bludhaven, and another will be handed out around Gotham. Blockbuster is to receive the load for Bludhaven, then pass it out around the city. Penguin is handing it out here in Gotham. Two of Penguin's most trusted men are going to drive to Bludhaven to give to Blockbuster, but Penguin will begin immediately. The drugs are all being stored in the back of Penguin's club, and are going to be shipped off at 10 p.m. sharp. Red Hood should be there for the loading as well," The man said to them. Batwoman glanced at Nightwing for a moment. Either they took the man's word for it, or they decided this was a set up. Still, they didn't have a lot of options at the moment. They didn't have any other leads.

"You better not be lying," Nightwing said in a low, dangerous sounding voice. Batwoman said nothing, but simply narrowed her eyes. All three men shifted uneasily, and the leader tugged at his collar before holding his hands up innocently.

"It's not a lie. I-I swear."

"Are the drugs in the back of Penguin's club now?" Batwoman asked, though it was more so of a demand.

"Not all of them. If you attacked tonight, then they would take extra precaution," The leader quickly responded. Both Nightwing and Batwoman studied him before looking to each other and giving a small nod.

"Thank you for your information and cooperation," Batwoman said, deciding to let the three go.

"You're free to go. However, if any of us ever see the three of you breaking the law again…you'll regret it" Nightwing added in, making his voice take a dark edge.

"U-Understood." The three of them stuttered in response.

"I hope we never see the three of you again," Batwoman stated before pulling her batclaw out, and Nightwing followed suit. They shot it, then took off into the air, swinging through the alleyways before landing on the roof of a building. Immediately, Batwoman turned to Nightwing.

"Should we take their word for not attacking today?"

"It made sense. If there are more drugs still shipping to the club, then giving away that we know where they are headed would make them switch loading places. Then we would have to search Gotham inside and out. It'll definitely be easier to wait until tomorrow night, but we'll have much more pressure to stop those shipments. If we fail, then both Bludhaven and Gotham are going to fall into chaos," Nightwing explained. Batwoman sighed quietly, gritting her teeth a little.

"I hate having to wait like this. It puts me on edge," She breathed.

"I know. Me too," Nightwing murmured before straightening up a little, "Let's head back to the manor. Batman and Robin can take care of the rest for tonight. We need to devise a plan of attack against the club for tomorrow night. We need it to be a success," He said seriously.

"Right."

Nightwing and Batwoman called for their cycles, which arrived in only a matter of a few minutes. They jumped down from the building before mounting the bikes and took off to the Batcave's entrance. It really didn't take that long to get their and park their bikes in the designated spots considering the speeds they always drive at. Jasmine pulled her helmet off and then her mask. Yawning a little, she pushed her fingers through her hair then looked to Dick. His helmet was resting on the seat of his motorcycle's seat, and his mask hung from his fingers, allowing his blue-gray eyes to be exposed in all of their brilliance.

"We can stay down here and figure everything out, or we could just lounge upstairs. Whichever you want is fine with me," Dick offered as they began to walk from the platform. Jasmine tilted her head a little in thought.

"Hmm…let's go upstairs. It's not exactly comfortable in the cave." She said with a light smile, and Dick chuckled.

"Well, you have a point. I think I have some papers in my room that we could use to draw everything out. Meet me there? I'm guessing you don't want to stay in your uniform."

"Your guess is absolutely correct. Yeah, I'll meet you in your room after we part ways," Jasmine responded lightly.

"Back so early, Master Dick, Madam Jasmine?"

Jasmine and Dick looked over their shoulders, spotting Alfred at the Batcomputer. He was probably feeding Batman any information that he needed. Barbara wasn't available at the moment, though Jasmine couldn't remember the exact reason. That left Alfred, so he'd probably be busy all night, considering pulling Bruce from Gotham could prove to be an almost impossible task at times. At least, that's what Dick and Tim said. Even Jason did back when he was still alive.

"Yeah. The case we're working on doesn't continue on until tomorrow. We're here to figure out a strategy, since failure really isn't an option," Dick spoke up.

"I see. Well, I do hope you both put the time you could be helping Master Bruce and Master Tim to good use then," The butler spoke levelly before turning back to the Batcomputer.

Dick and Jasmine shared a small glance before heading into the elevator. As soon as the door closed, Jasmine sighed lightly. Now she felt entirely guilty for not being out in Gotham and assisting Bruce and Tim with whatever they were up to at the moment. Alfred was always able to create that kind of effect when he wanted to.

"Alfred Pennyworth: Making people feel guilty through indirect comments since the early 1900s," Dick spoke up, rubbing the back of his neck and Jasmine laughed.

"Well, you're not wrong. I feel like a despicable human being despite the fact we're going to be working on our case," She breathed.

"Oh, I know. Honestly, I think he's more so worried about Bruce's lack of sleep than anything. He took up that investigation of the False Face Society with Tim that was never completed," Dick explained to her. Jasmine blinked in surprise at this. She had no idea that Bruce had continued that old mission.

"Really? With Joker dead, I would have figured that those venom filled drugs died out," She stated, walking out with Dick as the elevator doors opened and heading towards their rooms.

"Yeah, they did. Apparently, they are raising some more hell. After Joker died, they seemed to as well. I mean, nothing really happened with them. Maybe a few small things here and there, but never anything big. Now, according to Bruce, they have steadily gotten more and more suspicious and malevolent. I don't really know any details about the cases, or what Bruce is investigating though," Dick explained seriously.

"Huh. That makes me concerned. What if they applied that new drug to theirs like with Joker's venom?" Jasmine breathed, her eyes widening. Now that would be absolutely terrible. If this was the case, then she and Dick were way behind on their case, since they would have three different opponents to focus on. They couldn't be in more than two places at once.

"I don't think the False Face Society has anything to do with our case. According to Bruce, Red Hood has been stealing some of this new Black Mask's members, so they definitely aren't allied together," Dick said before resting his hand on her shoulder reassuringly and stopping outside of her room, "Don't worry too much, Jazz." He said with a gentle smile.

Jasmine let out a deep breath before smiling back at him, "Right. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Jasmine entered her room, gently closing the door behind her before she set her mask on her bed, which was soon followed by her suit once she pulled it off. Yawning, she walked to a dresser and pulled out a dark purple tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. It wasn't the most attractive outfit, but then again, she wasn't really going for attractive. They were simply discussing their attack plans. Grabbing a hair tie, Jasmine drew her long, light brown hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face, since she figured they would be using diagrams to draw it all out and wanted her hair to stay out of the way. The last thing she did before leaving was quickly brushing her teeth.

As she exited her room, Jasmine walked the short distance to Dick's and stopped in front of it before knocking. It only took a few seconds for the door to swing open. Dick stood in the doorway, his longish black hair messy, and a few strands here and there curved out. Unsurprisingly, he was able to pull it off extraordinarily. He was wearing black sweatpants as Jasmine was, but unlike her, was shirtless at the moment, though a blue shirt hung from his left hand. It was hard to not admire him for a quick second, with his lightly tanned skin covering over the defined muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen. The faintest hints of scars stood out, though Jasmine thought they simply just made him more attractive, if that were possible.

"Not wearing a shirt? You're going to start making me believe you are trying to seduce me," She spoke teasingly and he smiled at her before stepping back from the doorway so she could walk into his room.

"Damn, Quinn. You have me all figured out," He chuckled softly.

"I knew it. You can't get anything past me, Grayson!" She said with a wide smile as she walked into the room. In response, he rolled his eyes at her good naturally.

"That's what you think. Little do you know, I have a whole masterplan in mind," He smirked lightly, pulling his shirt on and closing the door.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. You're going to be completely helpless once it carries through."

Jasmine rested her hands on her hips as he walked up to her, "You may be surprised."

An almost mischievous smile played on Dick's lips and he walked up, gently resting his fingers on her chin and tilted her head up to him, gazing into her eyes, "I'm never surprised."

A soft blush came over Jasmine's cheeks and her heart quickened for a moment, considering their faces were in close proximity, let alone their bodies. However, they had plans to discuss, as much as she hated to be the killjoy, "Liar," She teased him softly before pecking his lips then pulled away, "Anyways, we should start on the planning."

"Yeah, I suppose we should," Dick breathed out, gazing at her for a moment. Jasmine felt her cheeks just heat up again at his small action, which caused a light smile to quirk up on his lips before he walked over to his desk and pulled a few blank sheets of paper off of it, followed by two pencils. He set them on the ground before sitting, leaning back against his bed and smiling lightly over at her, "I hope you don't mind, but the desk isn't exactly big, and the bed would make writing a little hard."

"I don't mind," Jasmine spoke, taking a deep breath to calm herself from her flustered state before walking over and sitting beside him.

Immediately, Jasmine became serious and leaned forward before taking a pencil into her hand. She then began to sketch a layout of Penguin's club. At least, what she remembered from what it looked like. Of course, she didn't know an extremely detailed layout like she had with her parents' buildings. It was just a basic knowledge, really. In fact, considering his history, Dick probably knew more Penguin's club than she did. Still, she was as detailed with the overview of the building as she could be before glancing at Dick, she had been watching her sketch out the layout with a serious expression as well.

"Is this fine?" She asked, and Dick looked to her before nodding.

"Yeah," He spoke before taking his own pencil and placing two circles on the paper where the roof was labelled, "We should start on the roof, and go through the hatch. Hopefully, Penguin hasn't covered it up or anything. If he has, then we can still go through a window that's far from where the drugs are being loaded. I'm guessing that there will be people mostly in the back of the nightclub," He began.

"Wouldn't us going into the back of the nightclub be blatantly obvious then? If we are already in the building, then we will have to slip through the doorway," She stated and Dick sighed.

"You have a point, but crashing through a window would be worse. That will attract too much attention. Going in through the shipping area where the back of the club is would be our other option. However, if we were to be spotted, then we lose an element of surprise. With going through the doorway, it's obvious, yes, but if we are able to remain out of sight until we strike, then we'll have that surprise to startle them with," He explained, and Jasmine nodded slowly, watching as he trailed a small route along the sketch of the nightclub's layout.

"This is just a guess of how we will move through the building, but you get the idea," Dick breathed, only to then look at her, "Now we need to discuss our fight strategy, assuming we successfully surprise them."

"We should take the vans out first. Stopping the distribution is the main priority," Jasmine stated.

"I agree. We need to consider that people are going to have guns and that Penguin and Red Hood will be there," He said then looked back down at the layout for a moment, "We need to take the guns out once we enter. That should only take a few seconds by using the batarangs. Then, we'll split up. I'll use smoke balls, and you head to the vans to take them out. I'll combat Penguin and Hood."

"Dick, you can't take both of them on your own. Red Hood is better than what I had expected him to be. Not only that, but there is going to be henchmen around. You'll be overwhelmed," Jasmine breathed and he gave a light smile.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be able to take care of it. Anyways, once you compromise the vans, then destroy the shipment. After that, you can join the fight," He said seriously. Jasmine scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.

"There is no way I'm just letting you put yourself in the biggest amount of danger, Dick Grayson. If you get killed-"

"I won't get killed, Jazz. Trust me. I'll be able to hold out while you take care of the shipment. I promise," Dick breathed out to her.

"I still don't like it," Jasmine murmured, looking away from him. It still worried her. She didn't want to lose Dick after she just got him back. If that happened…she wasn't sure how she would react. It would crush her. Still, they needed to take out the drugs. It was the main focus of their mission, and came first before anything else. It was what they did as vigilantes protecting a city. They had to sacrifice themselves for the good of all the innocent people. Jasmine closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before reopening them and looking back towards the sketch.

"In the case that it doesn't work, what should our plan be?" She asked, biting her lower lip softly as she thought through possible strategies. When she didn't get an answer, she looked over at him, only to meet his stunning blue eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked softly. He gave a charming smile and gently rested his rough hand on her cheek, brushing his thumb along her skin.

"Because you're beautiful."

Jasmine felt her cheeks heat up, no doubt turning that soft pink color once more, "You're a hopeless flirt, Grayson."

"Oh you know you love it, Quinn," He laughed softly, leaning towards her. Jasmine closed her eyes, her heart starting to pound as he stopped, his lips brushing just lightly against hers.

"You sure about that?" She murmured softly, slowly resting her hand on his chest and feeling the quick thudding of his own heart.

"Positive."

Jasmine then kissed Dick gently, his lips as soft as always. They started out as small, short yet slow kisses, only to gradually become deeper and more meaningful. She felt his hand slowly move from her cheek to her shoulder then trail down to her side and back. As the flat of his palm rested on the small of her back, she felt him pull her to him as they kissed so their bodies were closer than they had been. Jasmine moved her hand from his chest to the back of his neck, lightly brushing her fingertips over the soft, midnight black ends of his hair. Slowly, she pulled back, her quickened breathes mingling with his for a moment before she peered open her blue-green eyes and gazed up at him, meeting his hypnotic blue-gray.

"I love you, Dick," She whispered softly, putting as much meaning and emotion that she could muster into those four words.

Dick was quiet for only a moment, "I love you too, Jasmine," He breathed out.

All at once, they pressed their lips together again, kissing deeply and slowly, each one more searing and loving as the last. Slowly, Jasmine shifted her body, moving on top of his lap and resting her hands on his shoulders. He moved his arms around her body and drew her closer so she was pressed up against his chest. Slowly, she felt him tug the band from her hair, allowing her long, wavy hair to tumble down her back and over her shoulders. At this point, her heart was racing and pounding all at once, and Jasmine couldn't help but to think back to what she had been about to ask earlier that day when they had been making out in his room. That is, until Tim showed up. It made her nervous, timid even. However, at the same time…she couldn't think that she would ever not love Richard Grayson. As she broke the kiss, she leaned back a little, and Dick gazed at her in what seemed to be in question. However, before he could say anything, Jasmine gripped the hem of her tank top and drew it off before setting it to the side, blushing softly. Dick seemed taken aback for a moment.

"J-Jasmine, are you sure…" He began, trailing off as she leaned towards him once more, resting her hands on his chest and meeting his eyes.

"Yes," She murmured, studying him for a moment before blushing darkly herself and turning her head away from him, "If…you don't want to…" She began, but Jasmine cut off as Dick gently brought her face back to his and kissed her sweetly for a quick second.

"I didn't say that. I just want to be sure this is what you want," He breathed to her softly.

"I'm sure," Jasmine said to him seriously.

"Alright," Dick said quietly, pulling his arms back from her and drew his own shirt off. Jasmine took a deep breath before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra, drawing it off and letting it rest on top of their shirts. Dick stared at her for a moment, which only made her shy and she averted her eyes timidly and blushed darkly.

"I-Is something wrong?" She breathed, only to feel Dick's arms wrap around the small of her back, drawing her close to his chest once again, and she looked back at him. His own face seemed flustered, his pupils were dilated and his breathes came out quicker than normal.

"Oh God no…no, nothing's wrong," He spoke to her quickly before meeting her eyes, swallowing hard before speaking up, "You're gorgeous, Jasmine," He breathed softly.

Jasmine's blush deepened at his small declaration, and she let out a soft relieved breath before kissing him deeply once again and fluttering her eyes closed. She shivered lightly as she felt his fingertips brush along the scars that littered her back, leaving warm trails where they touched. She rested her hands on his shoulders at first before letting them trail down his chest, lightly tracing his own scars and the muscle definition. Before long, he stood up, holding her in his arms while her legs were wrapped around his waist, and set her down against the bed, breaking their kiss as he moved over her before pressing his lips under her jaw, to her neck and softly kissing down to her collarbone. Jasmine let out a few soft sighs, tilting her head back a bit to bare her neck as he kissed back up to her lips, only to brush his along hers intoxicatingly as he returned. She let him tease her for only a moment before capturing his lips in hers and kissed him lovingly and slowly. Their hands trailed and explored each other, and soon, the rest of their clothes joined the others on the ground beside the bed. They paused as Dick reached into the drawer of his nightstand to get protection, only to then gaze at each other, both of their breathes coming out unevenly.

"You're sure, Jasmine?" Dick murmured, lightly trailing his thumb along Jasmine's bottom lip.

"I haven't changed my mind," She breathed to him, only to rest her hand on his cheek gently, "Just promise me something."

"Anything for you."

"Don't die tomorrow, Dick," She whispered, and he met her eyes.

"You have my word," He said to her gently, then sealed his promise with a deep, loving kiss.