"So, you have a date or something?"

Jazz was a bit tired today, but at least she managed to sleep more than four hours. That meant that she had enough energy to smile at the nurse, Christine, who thought she had a right to know about her private life. She witnessed Jason dropping her off one time, and had been asking for updates since.

"Yes," she swallowed the urge to growl. "And it's none of your business."

Jazz continued walking, clipboard in hand, checking on each of her patients. She dealt with most of the considered 'low risk' - that is, those that didn't require being bound 24/7. Still she had to be followed by an assistant, Christine, and a guard. Just in case.

"Doctor!" A voice she was glad to hear called for her. She turned, finding Edward Nashton watching her from the barred window of his door. "Just the lady I wanted to see!"

Jazz approached him, ignoring the guards' protest and Christine's gasp. Jazz was famous for disregarding protocol and getting closer to dangerous inmates. Many wondered if she had a death wish. Truly she just knew that whatever they threw at her wouldn't be the worst that happened to her.

"Ed! How are we today?"

He got serious all of the sudden, his eyes going back to the retreating Christine and the tense guard.

"Something is going to happen," he whispered.

"I see!" She caught on immediately. "Is there anything I can do?" She shuffled on her feet a little, placing her body between the others and the man.

"Hide. It's something big. There have been talks of a breakout but I didn't know when it was going to happen until right now," he gave her a rare gentle smile. "You are a smart one, Doctor. Wouldn't like to see your brains splattered on the wall."

Coming from him, that was such a compliment.

"I'll take note of that and talk to the chief about, sounds good?"

"Don't," he tried to get closer, but only managed to press himself harder to the bars. "Don't tell anybody."

She nodded. Information was pricey in the Asylum and everything came with a cost. Why was Edward telling her for free, she didn't know, but she appreciated it.

"Understood. Take care, Eddy."

"See you around, doc." By his little smile, he was probably going to escape during the confusion.

Jazz wished she could do more. Really.

Her last proposal for a podcast made by inmates and for inmates had been rejected, again, even after making revisions. Even after getting Ivy's agreement to behave in writing. Even after spending hours convincing Victor Fries that people would be interested in a science show.

Management in that place just didn't care. She still had her powerpoints and her lists, but who would want to see them? If only someone with the power to change this place stopped and listened, she was sure something would change. Who knows, maybe even lower the number of attempted escapes.

Sometimes she wanted to burn the place down too, and didn't blame her patients at all.

She was about to end her rounds for the day before going into the first scheduled therapy session, when the alarms started ringing.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want from me!"

"For starters, I would like to know why the fuck are you in my apartment again." Jason didn't look up from his food, trying his best to ignore his brother lounging on his couch.

"I wanted to help."

This made him look up. "Help with what?"

"With what you are going to wear tonight, of course!"

Jason put his fork down, trying to process his words. "You are not helping me with anything. Get out of my apartment."

"I want to! I owe you after what happened last night."

"Is not me who you have to apologize to, Dickolas. Jazz was a bit spooked."

"I'm sorry! I thought it was your window!" The older man lifted his arms dramatically, glaring at the ceiling. "Your girlfriend has a mean swing, though."

"I'll make sure she knows," he resumed eating, not really interested in the conversation. "Now get out of here."

"I still want to help you find something nice to wear." Dick stood from the sofa, wincing a little.

His head was still sore from last night, and that gave Jason a certain amount of satisfaction. After all, he had a bad time when he realized two important facts:

One, Jazz had seen too much. He had been so carried away by the amusement of seeing Dick passed out on his girlfriend's shoulders, that he forgot he was half suited for the night. His weapons were everywhere, his helmet by the sofa and he already had finished strapping his boots and the knee pads. It wasn't difficult to connect the dots about his identity.

Two, Dick had called him by his name. In front of her. He could have gotten away with her learning his identity, no problem - well, that's a lie, he would have a lot of problems, but panicking wasn't his style -; but the connection between him and the bats was already made and he knew that Jazz was smart and could pull the thread and find out everything sooner or later.

Also, as an extra, he had forgotten to put on a shirt. He wasn't shy about his body, but the scary amount of scars would be difficult to explain. Especially the autopsy one he carried since his resurrection.

She got close, close enough to kiss him on the cheek, so she must have seen. She was very observant, she must have. It was a matter of time before she asked questions he couldn't answer.

"Please tell me you have more stuff than muscle shirts and leather jackets." The older man said as he started walking towards the hallway.

"Hell no," Jason stuffed his mouth with what was left of his pasta and ran behind his brother, who made a beeline to his room. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

"Did you really seduce her with these?" Dick asked as he opened his closet, indeed revealing a series of black and white shirts and leather jackets.

"I didn't seduce-"

"Maybe she is really into leather jackets. Hm."

"Please, go away."

Dick ignored him, humming to himself as he shuffled around the jackets, looking for something. "I mean, she must be into the bad boy aesthetic, so we can play with that."

"I don't know how you think you can 'help' when your own fashion sense is atrocious."

Jason chose to just sit on his bed and let the chaos flow. He would reject everything Dick suggested and the man would eventually leave. It wasn't like he had anything else to do until Jazz came back from work and changed for their dinner date.

Dick looked down at his jeans and Nightwing crop top he made himself. "You are just jealous I can pull off anything."

"Discowing was a crime against fashion."

"Excuse you-"

"You wore a mullet."

"And it was-"

This time, he was interrupted by his ringing phone. It wasn't a normal phone call - the screen was red and flashed with the alert signal that was activated when there was a vigilante-related emergency.

Jason's phone started ringing, but this was a normal phone call from a number he thought he had blocked. He knew what he would hear before he even answered.

"Major Arkham breakout," Bruce's voice betrayed nothing. "All hands on deck. Will you help us?"

Why would the old man call himself after so long using Dick as an intermediate, he didn't know. He didn't care. He only had one question.

"Any casualties?"

Bruce breathed when he heard his voice, but kept the professionalism.

"Unknown. Nightwing and Batgirl are deployed to help with search and rescue." There was a slight pause. "Will you help us?"

Jason looked up, but his brother had already left, knowing that a second of hesitation would be the difference between losing a life or not. Dick could be as airheaded and annoying as it gets, but he was a good hero.

Not that he would ever say that to his face.

"Yeah. Count me in."

Jazz walked down the Arkham hallways, baseball bat in hand. She kept one in her locker just for shit like this. She knew, she just knew it was a matter of time before one of the inmates pulled something like this. It was a miracle that nothing happened while she was in the Asylum since she started working there a few months ago.

For now she was focused on getting out of the hospital in one piece. She was no hero, and it's been a while since she had to fight anybody, so she wasn't that confident in her abilities. Also, she was not used to fighting humans - and these humans probably had guns, she knew. Despite all her liminality, her strength and her quick healing, she could still die like any other mortal.

She didn't want to die.

Jazz felt their presence before she saw the men, but fortunately they didn't see her with the lights turned off as they were (the first thing that went out was the power, of course).

A few well placed swings and the armed men were down. She took their guns and threw them into an empty cell, closing the door. Then she threw the thugs into another empty cell and closed the door, memorizing the cell number to tell the police so they could find these men. They were thugs, but she wasn't going to leave them to die.

Jazz was tempted to sweep the floors, but again, she wasn't a hero. Heroes would come sooner or later, and she wondered which bat or bird would arrive to help evacuate and rescue the Arkham staff.

Batgirl for sure, Jazz started guessing in her head, she was famous for interacting with civilians and the public loved her.

"Hello?"

She turned to find a very bright flash of light directed at her. On instinct, she closed her eyes and covered her face, knowing they would flash like a cat's if she let them open.

"Oh good," Nightwing sighed and whispered, "she's safe."

Nightwing was here?

"I'll text him." Another person was there. A young woman.

"Please? The light?" Jazz frowned behind her hand.

"Sorry," Nightwing pointed the flashlight to somewhere else. Just to be careful, Jazz kept her gaze fixed on the floor. If they asked, she could say she was afraid of the dark or something. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a bit disoriented." A lie, but she had to play the damsel in distress and get out of here before she revealed something inhuman about her.

"Have you seen anybody else on this floor?" The other voice asked.

"Cell five-oh-two, some dudes tried to attack me and I managed to lock them there." Not a lie, but a half truth that let her get away without explaining how she did it. "Their guns are in the next cell."

She heard a buzzing sound and a distant snap, and then the lights were back. The bright fluorescents gave her a bit of a headache after so long in the dark, but she blinked the pain away and finally looked up.

Indeed, Batgirl was there. She was already checking the cells she instructed and tying up the unconscious thugs. Nightwing was looking at her baseball bat.

"I'm not going to hit you."

Batgirl hollered, but continued her task.

"I'm sorry," the man said. "I picked the wrong window."

Probably was going to visit Jay. Why? She wasn't sure yet.

"Apology accepted," she hoped her smile seemed genuine and totally not like was hiding she knew who his friend was behind the mask. Helmet? She had to workshop that a bit.

"We could take a commemorative selfie!" Batgirl bounced back when she was done with the thugs. "Y'know, to match the other photo."

"Jay sent those to you?"

Nightwing sighed. "He sent it to the group chat with everybody."

Jazz didn't know how to feel. A photo of her in probably one of her worst looks was shared in the Gotham's vigilantes' group chat. Whatever, this is what she got for dating one of them.

Also, these people were really awful at the whole 'secret identity' thing. Or did they assume Jay already told her?

"Sure," she nodded. An idea crossed her mind and she said: "Actually, that's a good idea. My boyfriend must be worried sick with the news and I haven't felt safe enough to text him yet."

Something lit in their faces when she said that, and despite a situation going on, both vigilantes walked up to her to take the photo. First they did a few with her phone - a normal one, and another doing silly faces. Then Batgirl pulled her own phone from somewhere, thankfully she had landscapes of Gotham as her lock screen and nothing that could give away her identity, and they did a few more. At least this time Jazz saw she looked decent enough, given the situation, and verbally agreed for the photo to be sent to the group chat.

Whatever. She was on this boat now, apparently. Date one vigilante and the rest will soon follow.

At least, for the moment, she had Jay for herself. Until she 'officially' knew the secret, that is.

Or until they learned hers.

It was getting late, but Jazz was still up, waiting. She checked her phone again, re reading her conversation with Jason and his careful words about something coming up and not being able to check on her just yet, but that he was glad she was fine. Nothing about canceling the date or about how she managed to get a selfie with the vigilantes, of course.

She wondered if he was assuming she knew, too. Was that how this was going to go down? Act like she didn't see anything and he acts like she already knows?

Jazz sighed. At least Danny tried to hide his secret identity. Unbelievable, a fourteen year old teenager hid better than a grown ass man.

She was brought out of her musings by a tap on her window - someone was there. She turned on a reading lamp she had next to the couch and once her eyes adjusted to the light she looked at the window.

It wasn't Jason, but that she already knew. He would have just gotten in on his own, not needing an invitation.

She opened her living room window to the pale face of yet another vigilante, one she didn't expect to ever meet.

"Red Robin."

"Hi. I'm sorry, this isn't a social call," his smile was shaky. "I've heard you are a doctor?"

Indeed, one of his hands was on his side, trying to put pressure on a bleeding wound.

"Not that kind of doctor, but I can help you," she moved away to let him inside, hands ready in case he needed help. Red Robin jumped in without much trouble, but slumped to the floor the moment he was safely in. "What happened?"

"Croc got a lucky hit. Did you know he has spikes in his tail?"

Jazz chuckled, running to the bathroom to fetch her first aid kit. The big one where she had everything she could need and more.

"Not that I'm going to kick you out or anything, but why are you here?" She asked, feeling surprisingly calm despite being in the presence of her current favorite vigilante, who was bleeding out at an alarming rate on her floor. "Don't you have, like, better options?"

"My other options were either too far or unavailable." He didn't elaborate on that, and she let him. This one took the whole hidden identity seriously, maybe Jason could learn a thing or two. "And I heard in the vigilante grapevine you took care of Hood, so," he shrugged.

"First of all, that was just a scratch and you look like you have a foot in your grave," she bit her lip to not laugh at her pun. Danny would be proud. "Can you move to the table?"

"Sure." He wobbled towards the table and slumped onto a chair, not caring about sitting on his cape.

"Can you take the suit off?

"Is this how you treat all the vigilantes or is it only to make me feel special?" He asked, his face paling more by the minute, but removed his belt and opened the suit enough to let her see the deep cuts on his side.

Why was Red Robin giving nervous looks to her opened window, she didn't know; but he was tense and wary, ready to jump.

"I'm not going to hurt you." She tried to speak softly, but the cuts looked bad under her kitchen lights and it kind of put her on emergency mode.

"Is not you I'm worried about," he gave another look at the window before turning to look at her with masked eyes. Up close it was kind of creepy. "This is Hood's territory."

Made sense. He was the one she saw the most around there.

"And?"

"He'll kill me, or try again, if he sees me here."

Okay, Jazz was not going to comment on that 'again' part, but that sounded worrying.

"This is going to sting a little."

"Go for it."

The hero didn't flinch or make a sound when she poured antiseptic on the wound and patted it with a clean gauze. It was worse than what it looked like at first.

"You'll need stitches." At his short nod she went to get her nitrile gloves, more gauze, thread and a needle. "He won't kill you, I promise."

Red Robin chuckled nervously. "You don't know him like we do, Jazz."

She stopped, realizing that, indeed, she didn't know Jason like they did. Nightwing knew who he was out of the mask and they acted like they went way back. Who's to say that it wouldn't be the same with the other vigilantes?

She felt kind of dumb for thinking she knew him better after only going on silly dates for a few weeks. She knew nothing. Who was she, compared to these people? He probably had to hide so much from himself. Did she really know the real Jason?

"If you are so sure he would kill you if he sees you here, why risk it?" Jazz decided to ignore her insecurities and started working on the stitches, her body remembering the practice in med school. They weren't the best but they would hold just fine.

"Because he likes you."

She stopped again, looking up at him. "What."

"If he comes to kill me I'll just hide behind you."

Honestly Jazz wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Again, she wondered if the bats assumed she already knew about Jason's identity, because there was no way in Hell that Red Robin could say that otherwise.

"I don't think I could take Red Hood in a fight." She tried to laugh and act neutral, just in case.

"He wouldn't fight you anyway, because he likes you." The other smiled as if she wasn't finishing stitching the first gash close and starting with the second one.

Was this conversation meant to distract him? She wasn't used to anesthetic (halfa/liminal metabolism) so she forgot to apply it, not that he asked.

"What makes you think he likes me?" Her cheeks went red against her will. She still couldn't believe he wanted to date her.

"He- uhhhhhhhhhh, he has a soft spot for redheads?"

Even if she didn't know the truth, that was the least believable lie in the world. "Uh-huh."

Red Robin chuckled. He still looked pale, but a bit better than when he knocked on her window.

"What the actual fuck?"

Of course, this is when the man decided to make an appearance. Jazz turned from where she was finishing up the last stitches, finding the imposing figure of her boyfriend in full suit jumping into her apartment from the window.

This was the first time she saw him in the suit since she knew (and since they started dating), and it was difficult to not make comparisons between the Jason she was used to and this dangerous man standing in front of her.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

It took a moment to realize he wasn't talking to her. Also, he had started walking menancingly towards them, murder intent in every step.

"Stop!" She called before anything went down. There was silence as she finished the last two stitches and cut the thread. She stood up. "Okay, I'm done."

Somehow she got the feeling Jason was looking between Red Robin and her standing between the man's open legs. Jazz rolled her eyes. She needed to be close to properly do her job. If he was going to start shit because she was near another guy, Jazz was going to resort to violence.

"I needed medical help." The seated vigilante lifted his hands, but from this close Jazz could see he was really nervous. Did Jason really try to kill him?

"Why didn't you go back to your little boyfriend?" Red Hood stepped closer, using his height to look more menacing. "Or even better, why not run back to the Cave to be pampered and wrapped in warm blankets?" The sarcasm was obvious even with the modulator.

"She was closer."

This was the wrong thing to say, because Hood stomped closer and a hand twitched over one of his guns.

"You have no right-"

"Okay, let's stop," Jazz had tried to be impartial since, you know, she was supposed to be an innocent civilian. But she really didn't want this to escalate. She walked around Red Robin, gauze and tape in hand. "Hood, please, step back while I finish with my patient."

He hesitated for a moment but did as she asked.

"Told you I could use you as a shield." The injured vigilante whispered with a little smile.

"I would like to not be 'used' at all, thank you very much," she frowned at him. He didn't make any other comment as she placed the gauze and secured it with tape.

Tension could be cut with a knife inside her apartment. This was so different from the situation with Nightwing. Has she got it wrong? Were they not friends? They knew each other, that was for sure, but the hostility was over the roof.

"He just needed help, Hood. I am morally obligated to help, I made an oath."

It was so annoying that she couldn't read his face with the helmet in the way.

"Okay. But he has to go. This is my territory and he shouldn't be here."

"And this is my apartment and I say when someone goes away." She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Are you threatening to kick me out?" Jason sounded hurt, even with the modulator.

Jazz let out a breath, relaxing her shoulders on purpose to look less threatening. "No," he relaxed a little as well. "I'm saying that my place is neutral ground until we all learn to behave."

She heard Red Robin quietly start zipping up his suit again, as if he didn't want to make them remember he was watching everything go down.

"He is here to spy on you, how can you be so calm about it?"

Spy? What the heck?

"I am not-"

"Even if he had bad intentions I can't turn away an injured person." She walked closer, watching how his body was still tense even if it was just her. He was still glaring at Red Robin, she could gather that much from the angle of his head. "Why are you here, anyway? Are you hurt as well?"

Finally, he looked at her. "No." His shoulders relaxed as he pondered what to say next. "I just wanted to see you."

Jazz fought hard to control the warmth blooming in her chest, and maintain the serious expression on her face, knowing some of it was ruined by the fact her cheeks felt warm.

"As you can see I'm-" she started to say, touched that he took time to check on her after the Arkham incident.

"Hood is hurt!" Both turned to look at the other vigilante, now completely geared up and ready to go. "Was thrown into a building or something. Thank for this, I owe you one, bye~"

He made a run for the window, but she caught him just as he passed by her. Jazz saw the moment she used a bit too much strength because Red Robin glanced at her hand on his arm with raised eyebrows.

Damn it. She tried so hard to not be suspicious.

"You. Be careful and don't rip the stitches," she almost heard the eyeroll coming from him. "Go back to the Cave or wherever you guys go when not punching people and get some rest."

He smirked, but sobered up when his eyes wandered to Hood, who leaned into his line of sight just to be menacing.

"Yes, ma'am." He did a salute and jumped out of the window. She gave him ten minutes before he ripped a stitch. But fortunately she wasn't going to deal with that.

"You weren't kidding about scoundrels coming in through the windows at night."

"I told you to get a lock for the window. Red Robin-"

"Oh, I was talking about you," she turned, finding him closer than expected. She had to look up to see him in the eye visor. "Red Robin at least knows how to knock."

"Do I look like a scoundrel to you?"

She giggled, really wanting to take the helmet off and kiss him right there and then. Damn secret identities. Damn vigilantes and damn her for getting involved in this.

"Are you really okay?" she asked, extending one hand to place it on the side of the red helmet, hoping he understood she wanted to touch his face instead.

"I'll be fine. Just need to sleep it off."

"Then go."

He hummed at her order, the mechanical modulator making it sound almost like a purr. She thought it was cute.

"I don't want to go," Jason said, putting one gloved hand over hers. Did he know his gloves had blood on them? She decided to ignore it for the moment, confident that the blood wasn't his.

"You could stay here, I have a big couch."

He chuckled at the idea. "I could." He hummed again. "But how can I be sure that you won't try to take off the helmet and find out my secret identity?"

Oh. Was he testing the waters?

"You can't know that for sure, you'd only have my word that I wouldn't try."

"Is your word enough, I wonder?"

Was this it? Was he going to say it? "What are you asking, if I would keep your identity a secret?"

"What if I am?" Those were the same words he said when he asked her out. Did he say it on purpose? Was he trying to leave hints so she'd figure it out on her own? Was she supposed to approach him about it and not the other way around?

She looked directly into the eyes of the helmet, trying to send home the message that she was trustworthy. "I'd take the secret to my grave."

He found this funny, but didn't say anything. Seconds ticked by as she waited for him to, well, say it, but he kept silent. Waiting. For what? For her to confess first?

And just like that, the moment was gone.

He tensed and put his other hand on that side of the helmet, listening to something - Batman? Were they talking now? She heard a voice coming from inside the helmet but couldn't discern if it was male or female, or what it was saying.

"I have to go," he sighed, confirming her fears. The night was not over and the escaped inmates were still roaming through the city.

She had the fleeting thought of helping, if only so he could rest now.

But she wasn't a hero, and he knew what he was doing.

"See you around, scoundrel."

"See you." He chuckled before stepping out of the opened window. "Get that window lock soon."

"Sure thing."

He stopped and looked back at her, as if he knew she was just humoring him. "Please, darling."

She blushed. "Ok."

Jazz was left in a quiet apartment, the sounds of the chaotic city coming from the opened window. Her kitchen table was a mess and her floor had a few puddles of Red Robin's blood she needed to clean soon. She looked at her bloodied hand where Jason had gently placed his hands on hers.

She rolled her eyes. This was her life now, huh.