Yeah so I died, then came back to life, died again and well it goes on and on. I KNOW IT'S LATE I'M SORRY! You know what's funny? Every single time I've "decided" which pairing to throw Artemis into I've changed my mind. Also, you crazy readers can't agree, I love it! Now no one shall ever guess which one!

Thanks to all my Reviewers. My Readers. My Followers. And Most of all, anyone who enjoys the story.

Here's Part II of Rumors.

CHACHACHA

As it turns out, every tag and gang marker in the city had been spray painted over with the strange symbol. All in red. So either some new group's declaring war all over Gotham or-

"The gangs have united," Nightwing says finishing her thought.

They'd been silent on this last stretch of their hunt and despite the tension Tigress hadn't exactly minded it. She looks over at him out of the corner of her eye. "There'd already be blood in the streets if not," she shrugs and then tilts her chin towards the guy they have propped up against a fire hydrant, "and big shots like him wouldn't be out for a casual late night stroll. Hopefully he'll have some answers."

The gang lord's unconscious body guards litter the street. Nightwing strides over to the man. "Here's the deal," Nightwing states glaring down at the man, "because if you give us the information we want my associate won't beat the living daylights out of you."

She shoots the guy a predatory smile, but it doesn't have the effect she'd hoped. "You think I'm more afraid of you blokes than him?" the man snorts, though she can detect a healthy dose of nervousness underneath.

"Last. Chance," Nightwing growls slowly.

The boss spits onto the pavement. "Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? You think you're Batman or something?"

Tigress clenches her teeth and walks over the wise guy. That's the problem with criminals lately, they know the heroes aren't going to really kill them. Quick as lightning she's got one hand tangled in the man's shirt and a pocket knife pressed against his throat. "Trust me, I'm not Batman," she hisses.

The boss keeps his lips sealing. She presses harder with the knife so a bit of blood well up from the mark and then drags it a little across the side of his neck. She'll have to take a load from Nightwing after this, but she needs results. He loses his nerve. "Okay, Okay."

"First question," she snarls close into his ear, "what's with the alliance."

"Okay, so some guy-"

"Elaborate."

"Calls himself the Red Hood," the boss gulps. "He got a bunch of the high rollers together in the same room. Showed us a bag full of our lieutenants' heads and gave us an ultimatum, either join him or join our dead goons."

"This Red Hood," Nightwing cuts in, "you know where to find him?"

"Of course not. The guy's a complete ghost."

"Well, looks like we're not done hunting yet. We'll let the cops take care of him," it's a warning aimed at her.

Anger flares inside her chest. What gives him the right? "Wait," the man whines, "you can't just leave me here! What if the Hood figures I talked with you and comes after me while I'm a sitting duck?"

"Wouldn't that be convenient?" Tigress sighs.

"Well then, guess it's you're lucky day," she jumps around and on the second floor of a fire escape is a man leaning casually on the railing and he's wearing a red mask.

Yeah, yeah it's short but, it's mostly just to prove I'm still working on the story. The final part of Rumors will come soon! Stay tuned.