Jason and Cas had their own little apartment nestled in the center of Crime Alley. Jason had set up several other safe houses inside Crime Alley and fake houses so to keep the bats away. He was relatively sure that the bats didn't know about the apartment on the second floor that the two lived in.

Jason had been out on patrol the night before and surprisingly Cas hadn't been awake when he got back. It had been a difficult week that was filled with new apartments, burnt toast, and olive oil (don't ask). Cas was up before Jason though, which he knew due to hearing the distinct, "RENEGADE, RENEGADE" coming from the hallway. So much for no social media, Jason thought rolling his eyes.

"Morning Cas."

"Morning Jason." Cas picked up her phone and trailed after Jason into the kitchen.

"Just to be clear you're not actually gonna post those right." He asked gesturing towards Cas' phone.

"Nah," she sighed, "I'll never become tik tok famous… unfortunately." Cas dramatically slumped against the kitchen table. Jason just rolled his eyes as he grabbed some cheerios.

Together they ate and talked about what had occurred in the deep shadows of Gotham the night before. Which was basically just a few muggings, a Black Mask sighting, and a fun little talk with Harley about her break up with the Joker.

"Wait." Cas dropped her spoon, "they're actually broken up, like for good." Jason nodded and continued eating. "Good for her." Cas nodded approvingly, "I hate that little fucker."

"Don't we all." The two continued their breakfast chatting about the sorrows of life.


It was midday and Cas had gone out to play kickball with Lilly and a few other friends. Jason nearly told Cas to bring first aid with her, but then remembered that this was Crime Alley. He was worried about her bleeding because all the Crime Alley kids were idiots and wore shorts when playing kickball in the street whilst insisting on sliding in the street. Jason was both baffled by the idiocy, yet amazed at how the tradition carried on even from when he was a kid. It was truly idiotic. Idly Jason thought to himself that maybe he should just buy a shit ton of pants and just give it to all the kids. In all honesty he wondered why he hadn't before. Frankly he should just buy a shit ton of stuff and just give it to all the kids. He did give out food sometimes, but at smaller scale.

Jason turned back to his work. He had to focus. He was about two steps away from busting Black Mask. All he had to do was stop one trafficking ring and he had the key. Looking at the time, Jason thought to himself, no better time but the present, before writing a note to Cas and going on his way.


It wasn't the first time Jason had gone on a mission whilst Cas was away, nor would it be the last. So when Cas came home to the note she simply shrugged.

Cas went and bandaged up her leg and cleaned up where the blood had dripped on the floor and then proceeded to make potstickers.

Cas was eating potstickers while watching The Office. One would think that nothing could ruin that moment, but of course, Cas never had the best luck.

The door opened, Cas tensed, knowing that Jason wouldn't be back so soon. And then a face showed up in the doorway that Cas recognized.

"MOTHER FUCKER" Cas screamed and slumped back on the couch. She put her hands in her hair before sitting back up and cradled her potstickers while glaring at the asshole who had chosen to show his presence.

The man stepped in the doorway thoroughly ignoring Cas. He closed the door behind him and sat next to her on the couch.

"You touch my potstickers and you die."

Roy Harper a.k.a Arsenal was not Cas' favorite person ever. Granted he wasn't her least favorite. She liked to say that she hated him, but even she wasn't sure if that was particularly true.

In a moment of bravery Roy snagged one of the potstickers of Cas' plate, earning himself a whack on the head from the remote.

"Good to see you too Cas." Cas just glared at him from the corners of her eye before turning off the TV.

"Roy."

"Word on the street is that the bats know Jaybirds alive." Cas snorted, of course the blabbermouths told him, she bet it was Dick.

"Yeah, and then we had to move apartments." She paused, "Unfortunately you still found us" she added with a glare.

Roy snorted and ruffled her hair. Cas shrugged him off, but with a small smile. It wasn't exactly that she hated Roy, it was more like a sibling rivalry. Sort of? It was hard to explain. Even harder to explain if you took into account that she considered Jason a sibling but she was also fifty percent sure that Jason and Roy were fucking.


BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Normally it would only take the three shots, but of course, the bats would be on his tail if he started to kill again. One of the idiots of the human decided to try to get up so the Red Hood greeted him with a nice kick to the head. What a fucking idiot.

"Angry." Jason nearly jumped out of his skin.

He whirled around to face Black Bat, a.k.a Cassandra fucking Cain. What in the world was the bats favorite little girl doing tailing him.

"The fuck are you doing here."

"Investigating." She gestured to the men laying on the ground. They were working the same fucking case. This was in Crime Alley though. It was his turf.

"Ok, well you can go now." Jason said narrowing his eyes at her.

"No." Was this gonna be a fight. "We work together." Wait what.

Jason knocked the two mildly smart guys out, "Just because I agreed to stop fucking killing doesn't mean we work together now." Jason snapped.

"It is more efficient." Black Bat countered, keeping a leveled stare.

In the end Jason agreed, but only because it was Black Bat. And maybe Jason was getting soft, but he had to have a soft spot for Cas' favorite superhero.


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