Chapter 99: Undercover

Bruce's POV

"Commissioner." I growled as I stepped out of the shadows with Robin beside me.

He jumped before whirling around to face me. He quickly flipped off the Batsignal and cleared his throat before handing me an evidence folder. I took the folder and flipped through the autopsy reports of several inmates at Blackgate Penitentiary.

"There have been several murders at Blackgate in the past few weeks. Both guards and prisoners have died. We also managed to stop a major arms deal that seemed to be headed towards the prison." He stated as Robin tried to capture a glance at the images.

I didn't reply, but continued to flip through the reports.

"What we need is an inside man-"

"You want me to infiltrate Blackgate undercover?" I interrupted as he shook his head.

"Don't take this the wrong way, Batman. But, you're… um… well, you're a little old for this assignment." He muttered.

I am not old!

"What we need is your son." He stated ass I glanced down at Robin.

"You want me to put Robin in Blackgate?" I hissed as he rapidly shook his head.

"Oh God no! He's like seven!" Gordon shouted as Damian tensed.

I quickly laid my hand on his shoulder as a snarl crossed Damian's mouth.

"I'm nine!" Damian hissed under his breath.

"We want someone who could actually survive Blackgate… We want the Red Hood."

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Jason's POV

"Let me get this straight… Gordon wants me to go undercover in Blackgate?" I asked as Bruce nodded.

"The choice is yours, Jay. If you can't handle it or if it gets too tough, I will pull you out. You don't have to do this." Bruce replied as I sighed.

"How long will I be in there?"

"Two weeks."

"That's a long time." I muttered.

"That's why they wanted you. You're the only one who could blend in with them."

I groaned before replying, "Fine. I'll do it."

"Gordon didn't want to send you in alone either. Your reputation isn't exactly in good standards with them right now… They wanted you to have a handler."

"A handler?" I asked as he nodded. "It's not like I'm going to kill everyone in there."

"I suggested Nightwing and they agreed."

"Dick's going in with me?"

"Yes."

"Okay… Who are we?"

"Robbie and Red Malone."

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"You know, you don't look half bad." Donna complemented. "I am amazing."

I took a look at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing brown contact lenses. A streak of crimson was present in my hair. A long scar ran down the side of my face. Tattoos decorated my arms, neck, and knuckles. Opening my mouth, I could see a couple of silver crowns on my teeth. Scruffy facial hair replaced my once clean shaven face… I didn't even look like me anymore.

"Whoa. Donna, you did an amazing job." I complemented as she smiled.

"I try." She replied as I slid my hands around her waist.

"You know, if you like this bad boy look-"

"Why would I want the look when I already have the bad boy?" she interrupted, draping her arms around my neck.

"Jay, you ready?" Dick called before opening the door to my bathroom.

He and Barbara walked in. Dick was in a white pinstriped suit with a matching fedora. He wore dark sunglasses and his blue eyes were also brown and his haired had been gelled back. He looks the same except for his eyes.

He whistled as he scanned me over and said in a believable Jersey accent, "Look at youse."

"Me? Look at youse... You're gonna be someone's bitch, pretty boy." I smirked.

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Dick's POV

Jason and I were quickly marched into the warden's office. Warden Donald Hanson looked up from his computer as we were ushered in. The officer handed the man our paperwork before stepping back behind us. The man placed on his glasses on and began reading our paperwork,

"Robert Malone. Age is twenty-four. Height is 5'10. Weight is 175 pounds. Hair is black and eyes are brown." He stated studying Dick before turning to look at me.

"Redford Malone. Age is twenty-one. Height is 6'2. Weight is 220 pounds. Hair is black and eyes are brown."

"So your father is Matches Malone?" he asked as I shrugged.

"Whaddaya care for?" I snidely replied as the man frowned.

"I care because your father caused trouble for me when he was here. And I will not have trouble from either of you." He stated firmly as Jason snorted.

"I don't take no orders from the likes of youse." Jason hissed.

"You will now. Would the two of you rather be here for ten years or five?" he replied.

"Whoddya want us to knock off?" Jason asked as the wardens eyes grew wide.

"No one! Don't kill anyone!"

"Easy Red… Pop said to play nice, remember?" I stated as Jason nodded.

"So Warden, if we're done with this little meeting, my brother and me gots better things to do." I stated.

"I'm sure you do… Like the strip search." He hissed as his guards pulled us out of the room.

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"I felt violated." Jason mumbled as I rolled my eyes.

"You think that was fun for me?" I hissed as he continued to pace back and forth in our cell.

"Gordon never said we'd get strip searched!" he hissed.

"Cool it, Little Wing. We get the info we need and we get out. It's that simple."

"I know. I know." He snapped.

"At least you don't look fat in orange." I sadly replied as he rolled his eyes.

Soon a couple of guards were opening the doors to our cell.

"Whaddaya want!" I demanded as I was yanked off of the mattress.

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"Place nice, boys." One of the guards hissed as we were pushed into the cafeteria.

We're going to die. Gazing around the cafeteria we could see Firefly, the Trigger Twins, Steeljacket, Ratcatcher, and practically every rogue in Gotham.

"Fresh meat." A voice growled as it approached us. "I can't wait to make you my pretty little bitch." The man stated, looking at me.

"You don't talk to my brother like that." Jason hissed, stepping in front of me.

All eyes were on us as Jason tossed the criminal into the opposite wall of the cafeteria.

"All of youse listen and listen good! My brother, Red and me are runnin this joint now! Nothin happens without us knowin! Capiche?"

"You Americans know nothing! Back in Russia, you'd be killed immediately." A heavy Russian accent hissed before the KGBeast stood up.

Oh shit. The KGBeast… not good. He's the size of Bane with a gun for an arm. The man was a former Spetsnaz. He's a trained killer with superhuman strength.

A circle of prisoners screaming for a fight was formed around the three of us as the guards looked on in interest.

"You take this one, Red." I whispered.

"What!"

"Go get um, champ!" I hollered before pushing Jason forward.

"Pathetic." The KGBeast snarled.

The Russian struck first and knocked Jason into the roaring prisoners. They pushed him back into the ring. I could blood drinking from Jason's busted lip. His eyes narrowed as he launched an attack against the Russian. Jason jumped onto KGBeast's back and began choking the life out of the man. At the last second Jason flipped off of his back and slammed his head into the ground, knocking him out.

The prisoners and guards stared at Jason in shock.

"Who's next?" Jason hissed as they scattered.

"You two!" one of the guards yelled before cuffing us.

Damn.

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Jason's POV

We were released from those isolated cells the next morning. The other prisoners avoided us as we walked into the cafeteria. Even the KGBeast kept his head down as we walked past… However, the silent treatment didn't last as we were approached by seven men.

The leader was dark-haired with a long scar stretched across the right side of his face.

"That was an interestin fight yesterday… You boys hava name?" he asked.

"Malone. Robbie Malone. And this is my brother, Red." Dick replied.

"Malone? As in Matches Malone?" he asked.

"Youse gotta problem with our old man?" I growled as he shook his head.

"No. Matter of factly, your old man did a few jobs for my old man… Ever hear of Ernie Chubb?"

Chubb was a boxer and an enemy of Wildcat. Tomcat goes against him now.

"Who hadn't?" Dick asked.

"Well, your old man been doin anything lately?"

"He keeps busy." I replied as he nodded.

"Good… We could really use the two of you… If you two are looking for jobs."

"You'd be correct." Dick remarked.

"Good… Name's Nico Chubb."

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Dick's POV

"Do you think they're the ones behind it?" Jason asked as I shrugged.

"I don't know… Why would someone from Silver City be here in Gotham?"

"It doesn't make any sense… Ernie Chubb is a boxer, not a crime boss and that doesn't explain Nico."

"Then Nico Chubb is a front… Someone else is behind the murders and the illegal arms." Jason confirmed.

"But who?"

"That's what we need to find out."

"Malone!" one of the guards barked.

"Whaddaya want now!" I yelled back.

"The two of you have a visitor!" he gruffly announced.

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Jason and I were soon handcuffed to a table as our visitor walked in.

The greasy slicked back hair, dark sunglasses, mustache, black pinstriped suit with a matching fedora, and matchstick gave it away. Bruce waltzed in and took a seat across from us as the guard tried to keep an eye on our conversation.

"Heya Pop." Jason greeted.

"Boys… How are ya holdin up?" Bruce replied.

"We have a lead." I whispered as the guard switched his focus to another table.

"The deal's going down tonight." Jason whispered.

"Name?" Bruce whispered back.

"Nico Chubb, but he's a front." Jay replied as Bruce nodded.

"Yeah. Al, Jack, and Lil Match been worried about the two of youse." Bruce stated as the guard returned his attention to us.

"We miss em too." I replied.

"Don't worry, boys. Youse two will be home before ya know it."

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Bruce's POV

"Tim! Damian!" I called.

They came running as I turned to them.

"Dick and Jason say the deal's going down tonight. Go get dressed and get ready. We leave in an hour."

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Jason's POV

Dick and I followed behind Chubb and his men as they headed towards the docks of Blackgate. We could see the warden talking to a man… Interesting.

"Start unloading!" Hanson ordered as he pointed at the boat.

The nine of us entered the deck of the small boat. Crates were inside the cargo hold… This has to be the guns… The warden's behind the gun smuggling, but what about the murders?

"You thinkin what I'm thinkin?" Dick whispered as I nodded.

"You know anything about the murders?" I whispered.

"They were supposedly prisoners that committed suicide or were killed for trying to escape."

"What if they weren't trying to escape? What if they were witnesses?" I whispered as the last crate was set down.

Dick and I watched as Hanson continued to talk to the man as they kept gesturing to the crates. We were ordered to move the crates onto a separate boat as the two continued arguing.

It all makes sense now. The guns get smuggled into Blackgate. Hanson sells them in Gotham. And the prisoners that carry the cargo… Bite the bullet.

The first shot was unexpected. The first round was the round that ended Chubb's life as the bullet exited his brain.

"Tragically, this man tried to escape and was shot and killed." The Warden gravelly stated as he pointed his pistol at another target.

That was when Dick came out of nowhere and slammed his feet into the Warden's face as I took down the guards closest to us.

"Run!" I yelled as the docks started swarming with guards as the alarm sounded.

Shots were fired as Dick and I ran towards open water. We quickly dived into the darkened water as bullets pelted the water around us. We could hear the roar of a second boat motor as we surfaced, gasping for breath.

Out of nowhere a speedboat appeared with our family dressed as their counterparts. Tim was at the wheel, Damian had an assault rifle, and Bruce was leaning over the side with his arms outstretched to us. We were quickly pulled into the boat.

"Jack! Go!" Bruce ordered as Tim floored it.

"Father, may I keep this gun?" Damian asked as Bruce quickly took it from him.

"No!"

"Aww, Dami and Timmy look so cute as Lil Match and Jack Malone." Dick stated as Damian rolled his eyes.

"And you look fat in orange, Grayson." He sneered.

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Bruce's POV

I handed the Commissioner a folder with all the evidence he needed.

"So Warden Hanson was behind-" he began before breaking off as I melted into the shadows.

Grappling onto the roof across from the GCPD, I met up with Nightwing and Red Hood.

"Did the commissioner get the evidence?" Dick asked.

"Yes."

"Good. We nearly freakin died!" Jason hissed.

"And youse did good… Youse both did." Bruce smirked.