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I normally don't do authors notes but there is always a first time for everything, Like added an additional chapter. Be kind this is only my second story and will contain yaoi so if you don't enjoy that, please don't read. Otherwise thank you for all your favorites and reviews. If anyone has any suggestion or things they would like to see just pass me a message.

Gotham, November 10th

Gotham, Blüdhaven's sister city and the place where everything all begun those many years ago. He tried to avoid the place but still he could never escape it. A week ago he had agree to go undercover to find his surrogate brother and crack the trafficking case wide open. He chose a different approach, one he hoped would prove more successful than then his predecessor's.

He had found it easy to prove himself to those who ran the ring. It was almost sad that people could be so gullible, even crooks who preyed on others naivety could fall for the simplest tricks. It was all the same to Jason since he had no qualms in taking advantage of any criminal. All he had needed was an opening which he also provided himself. It seemed a certain low level enforcer and a true waste of flesh, who had just happened to be part of the crew and a recent entry to his list, had been found with 28 hollow pointed slugs from a S&W 4056.

The compound was an old and decrepit detention center for juvenile delinquents, the cells that once held the states stray and wayward youth, now held another type of condemned; hundreds of young men and women waiting to be sold into a life of rape and torment. Of all the coincidences he knew this place and he knew it well. The summer before he met Bruce Wayne and Batman he had landed himself in here for jacking tires around the neighborhood. Eventually he had found a way out and ran away. Even still, those months had provided him a wealth of knowledge; like camera's, guard stations and possible points of entry.

Jason had been initiated quickly by the gang to bring the up their number. While that had been a plus, he still hadn't gained enough trust to have access to the merchandise or be brought on fully. One thing that truly vexed him was the size of the facility. Grayson could be anywhere if he was still in the states and not shipped off to some sleazy brothel or auction house already.

He was braced against the steel walls of the detention center, his head pounding from constant analysis and scrutiny. Even with his eyes closed he could see four men sitting at a table playing one of the many variations of poker. The small blind was a rather petite and lean blonde, whose hair bounced every time he moved. The big blind however was tall and muscular, it reminded him of his adopted father, the biggest difference was an aura that screamed deadly had clung to said father like a second skin.

His mind shifted back to his earlier musings; as a pre-teen he had spent the time in cell block C, currently he was in cell block A. He knew there were 10 cell blocks in total, which meant he needed more information. He knew that men and women were held in different cells and that women were more plentiful, so he could assume at least five of those held women if not more, which meant the search was narrowing down. Each cell block contained one large barrack filled with two dozen cots, single sized beds, or bunk beds; along with the group room were fifteen cell sized room that had originally been used for solitary confinement.

He felt the solitary rooms were more likely to bring his quest to fruition, because if he knew his Blue Bird, he would fight for his freedom and that of those around him. Over the days of being here he had found that the women were often shipped first and the men could be locked up for months before being shipped across the seas. He shuddered at the thought of someone else breaching those velveteen thighs before he was able to find him. He sighed and stared at the game being played as his hand rubbed at his sore neck. He moved from his spot with a lurch and sat down at a computer monitor.

There were forty-five camera's scattered thought out the building, four in each block with additional camera's in the common area's such as the lunch room, library and the shower rooms. Although food was served in the group and individual rooms, many in the organization found it amusing to spray trouble makers down and then rough them up. Woman were never allowed out until shipment, however the same did not apply to the men, so many would sample the product before the sale.

Jason was confident that Dickie would be safe from such slanderous touches; these deviants seemed more likely to prey on a little fledgling. He doubted that they would ever understand the grace and beauty of a fully fledged Blue Bird. He was jolted from his thoughts as movement on the screen caught his attention, Cell block D, two guards opened up a door of to the men's dorms. One carried an M16 while the other pushed a food cart into the room.Ah, feeding time already. A grin rose to his lips as he decided he should offer to help with the dinner service.

He spun on the computer chair to face the now cursing masses at the poker table.

"Pete, you fucking bastard you're a cheat!" the small blind yelled his blonde hair bouncing as he dumped the table over.

The big blind sneered at the diminutive man and rushed him tackling him around the waist. What ensued afterward was nothing new to Jason so he turned towards his superior, "I think I should help with dinner," He tilted his head to motion to the computer screen where the aforementioned men on the camera were trying to prevent an escape of their captives. The man solemnly nodded and moved to break of the fight between co-workers.

Jason didn't wait for anymore conformation from his "boss" before he ran out the doors separated cell block A from B. No matter how hard he tried to control his excitement he just couldn't, there was something in this whole escape attempt that just screamed Grayson. Before he realized he he had ran through the following door to land in Cell Block C. He wanted to bust through the third and final door and tackle those sick bastards. Some where inside his being he wanted to subject anyone who profited from these types of organizations to unspeakable tortures. He had already promised to add everyone involved to his list of condemned.

There was a fray in the hall as he came to the door, he could see through the window that a dozen of their captives were free and fighting to release others in the block. There were two men on each door trying to prevent help from arriving. Jason watched helplessly as their resistances was overwhelmed.

The guards were quelling the the resistance with ease now, one by one each of the rebels were being subdued and moved back into the cells. He watched as the doors opened and reinforcements joined the suppression. He found his door free but instead watch subversively. A few guards were being helped to their feet and being ushered away; one with a serious dislocated knee, a broken nose and a arm laying limply to his side, possible compound fracture. Another man was bleeding profusely from the head and swayed as he walked. The worst however had a combination of all those injuries; broken arm, leg, and nose, and a dislocated shoulder. He smiled at the assessment of their injuries, his expression flattered.

A man he recognized as Mitch stood over the prone body of what he suspected to be the leader of the insurrection. The man clutched a lead pipe tightly in his hand and struck the prone figured multiple times over the back, two more men choose to get in on it and began kicked and striking out with anything possible. Another strike of the pipe cause Jason to flinch at the sicking sound it produced.

The defenseless man's raven hair was matted with blood from the beating but he still tried in vain to stand up to protect himself. Another blow and the man's lean physique lurched forward, crying out in pain. The guard went in for another strike blood splattering. No matter what tried he found himself transfixed to the scene before him. His hands were curled in tight fists, blood streaming down his knuckles. His breathing came out quick and shallow and his vision tunneled. Another terrifying thud and more blood, and he no longer was watching the scene but inside it.

"That wasn't a very nice thing to do to Uncle Joker." The psychopathic clown smirked,

"You've been a bad boy. You must be punished. Prepare yourself for a severe spanking, young man."

The Joker banished a crow bar, moving ever closer.

"But let me tell you right from the start…"

Jason's eyes widened in horror.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it does me."

He struggled to break free of his memories and focus on the task at hand but it became increasingly difficult, that was until he began to study the lithe figure on the ground. The mans hair was thick and matted with blood, but it still mirrored the beautiful feathers of a raven, soft and lustrous. His figure was sylphlike, with lean muscle throughout. His face was hidden from view but it didn't matter, Jason knew that body, he had coveted for most of his life.

Jason's eyes narrowed at the scene.

"Dick."