Red Hood huffed as he and Arsenal dropped an unconscious and restrained Gypsy to the floor of Nightwing's makeshift safe house. "How long did you say we have until she comes out of it?"

"The serum lasts for about an hour, and we killed about forty-five of that tying her up and arguing about the best way to get here thus Kori ditching us and leaving you and I to drag her limp ass here by ourselves. But really, what got Kori all up in a twist to not stick around."

Red Hood lightly kicked Gypsy's foot, "Our friend obviously said the wrong thing and it didn't translate very well in tamaranian."

"Sarcasm will never be her strong suit. Now are we sure you have her completely disarmed?"

"Are you kidding, I'm keeping some of this stuff for myself."

"Then why don't we just unmask her and get right down to the nitty gritty. She already knows who you are and probably has a good idea about the rest of us."

"Because, that would be rude." Red Hood crouched down beside Gypsy and took off his helmet. "I don't get mad, I get even."

Gypsy came to sooner than they thought, her white eyes only slits glancing around the room until focusing on Arsenal and Red Hood sitting on opposite sides of her. "'Only after disaster can we be ressurected'," Jason versed.

She groaned and rolled onto her back, "Clever move."

Arsenal tipped his hat, "I have a few up my sleeve every once in a while, thank you very much."

"You never answered my question before I konked out," she looked to Jason.

Jason lit up a cigarette and feigned wonderment, "Oh yeah, what do I plan to do with Gypsy now that she is no longer on the run."

Roy interrupted, "The sarcasm is strong with this one."

Gypsy chuckled under her vocal disorter, "Cute name, is that what you're calling me?"

Jason blew his smoke in her face, "Just until we find out who you are."

"Then why don't you just pull the mask and find out. I thought the Red Hood was all about directness."

"We like to have a little fun and right now we are savoring our victory," the red head responded.

Jason took a long drag on his cigarette, "But she does have a point, Roy. Why don't we take her out now instead of prolonging her charade?"

"I'll give you the honor of finishing her off and I will take care of the body."

Gypsy scoffed, "Quit stalling and do it then."

Jason put out his smoke on her arm leaving a dark circular burn. "Alright, you only have three seconds to escape in vain." And he yanked the mask down to past her chin.

Gypsy didn't fight it and smirked as she felt the fabric go down. "If you both are surprised than I have to say you, Jason Miller, or rather Jason Todd, make for a lousy detective. Bruce Wayne would be more disappointed in you than the usual."

Anyone get the "Fight Club" reference? No? Anyways, I got my mojo back. I am all moved to Tennessee and I am freaking out because moving is expensive as hell. So are student loans and plane tickets to friend's wedding. Gee, I thought having a big kid job would make life easier…Sorry, I'm complaining. I really should just vent my frustrations to the bottom of the wine bottle like normal people.