"So what did you say the dude's name was again?" Dick asked as he took a seat next to Jason, handing him a bottle of Budweiser.

After tying up the pervert back in the alley for the cops, Jason quickly updated Dick about what he has been doing for the past few weeks. One night when he was busting a drug deal, the drug dealer cowardly tried to save himself by offering to leak out information about the newest drug lord in town, Felix Crow. He told him about how Crow is new to Gotham, but quickly making his way up the business. Crow owned a nightclub in the slumps of Gotham, where he had his men selling a variety of club drugs, including ecstasy and LSD. But one of the two factors that made Crow so special was that he was also selling Scarlet, a new drug that he manufactures. Scarlet is a drug that was swiftly hitting the streets in Gotham, most evidently with teenagers. It's a tablet that has the combined effects of both ecstasy and LSD, but with longer lasting effects. With the symptoms of both drugs meant that it is also twice as dangerous. There are already reports of numerous reports of deaths solely because of this drug.

The second factor that make Crow famous are his girls. Crow's clubs were known for their drugs, but famous for their girls. Prostitutes were always around, offering to give anyone a good time. But Crow was not only a drug lord and a pimp, but is also in charge of human trafficking. He had girls imported from different countries and forced them to work in his club.

Right now, Crow was on the top of Jason's shitbag list.

Jason eyed his surroundings, trying to get familiar with the environment, and plan an escape routine if needed though highly unlikely. It was hard for him to see past all the dancing bodies and drunken men trying to catch up with the club's "main events". Normal clubs had singers of DJ's as an attraction, but this one had girls. Not ones like Hooters, or strippers that just took off their clothes, but girls that were for sale. They didn't only sell their body, but also sold drugs to liven up the party- if you were willing to pay a little extra that is. This was not a normal club where teenagers tried to sneak into. This was Crow's club.

"Felix Crow," Jason spoke slowly as he still tried to scout the area for a backdoor. "He's the one that runs this shithole."

Dick nodded before taking a look at their drinks. "Maybe it would have been smarter to not drink before taking down a dangerous crime lord."

"Know thy enemy," Jason quoted "we're not here to fight. We're here to get information and come up with a plan." He chugged down the bottle in his hand before getting up from his seat. "Besides, I'm not a lightweight like someone else."

Dick glared as he watched Jason walk into the crowd of people. "Hey, I don't get that shitfaced!" he called out, but it was too inaudible for Jason to hear over the loud music pumping through the speakers. Jason pushed his way through the intoxicated crowd, making his way aimlessly to the other side of the room, trying to look for someone that might be hammered enough to spill some secrets. He felt an arm grab his, and out of instinct he grabbed the unknown hand and twisted it behind the person's back.

"What are you doing?! You crazy bastard, if you want me you gotta pay upfront before you damage any goods!"

Jason looked at the woman in front of him and let go of her arm. She was obviously one of the club's merchandise, and was too pissed off at him to be questioned. Before he can mutter a half-hearted apology, she was already on her way to another customer. Getting the view of the dance floor in back of him, he noticed that Dick was no where to be found, probably lost somewhere in the crowd. His search for Dick was interrupted by the sound of someone slow clapping and laughing. Jason turned around to tell the person to fuck off and mind their own business before realizing who it was. You're fucking kidding me, he thought.

"Nice one, doll. You must not come here often."

It was the girl from earlier that night, the one that reminded him of why he hated socializing with people. Don't tell me that she's one of Crow's girls, he thought to himself. He mentally praised the existence of helmets and secret identities. The last thing that he needed tonight was to pick another fight with this girl. Even with the dim lights of the club, Jason was able to take a better look at the girl. Other than her exposed cleavage and the smirk painted on her face, the unmasked man noticed that she was of Asian descent. Or more realistically half, considering that she had green eyes that were just glaring daggers at him not too long ago.

"Been a long time since I've been to a place like this," he lied. Jason knew that if he wanted to get some answers, he needed to play along and fit in.

She stared at him when he spoke, her smirk quickly turning into a frown. Fuck, Jason thought, don't tell me this girl can recognize my voice.

After a few more seconds of staring, she broke out into another smirk and moved closer to him. "Well here's a hint about how this place runs. You like what you see, you have to pay good money before hand. You hurt one of your girls? You don't have to worry about it one bit. We might yell and tell you to go fuck off, but we don't fight back. We can't fight back. You want something to make things more fun.. you come look for me."

Jason looked at her confused a bit. They weren't allowed to fight back? Didn't she just claim that she was about to beat the shit out of that pervert in the alley? "I come to you if I want something fun?" Jason asked, trying to stay on task and see if this spitfire knew any secrets worth his time. "What if I have some questions?"

She still had the smirk on her face and looked around, as if to see if anyone was listening. Everyone was too busy with their own business to notice the two. She faced him again and brought herself closer to his ear before whispering. "Then you ask for Charlie."

And with that she started to walk past him but stopped momentarily to call something over her shoulder. "FYI, a pretty face like that shouldn't be covered by a helmet."

Jason quickly sprung around, but she was already lost in the crowd. Fuck. How did this girl already know who he is from just a simple quick conversation? Either she isn't just some regular prostitute, or he's slacking big time.

Jason felt another hand tap him on the shoulder and turned around, expecting it to be another girl trying to sell herself to him. To his surprise, it was Dick who must have found his way back.

"Find anything?" he asked.

"Yeah, the stuck up chick from the alley. Her name's Charlie and my guess is that she's one of Crow's girls." He decided to leave out the part where she suddenly figured out his alter ego. The last thing he needed was Dick running his mouth to Bruce about how Jason is no longer able to keep a secret identity. "I think she knows a thing or two."

"Wow, what are the odds huh?" Dick asked. "Do you think it's anything that we need to check out?"

Jason thought about it for a while. As of right now she's the only lead that he has, but that doesn't mean that he wants to actually have another conversation with her, let alone work with her. "Even if she does, there's no telling that she's willing to cooperate. She'll probably just run her mouth about how she capable she is of taking care of herself."

Dick scowled at Jason and looked around at their surroundings. Drunk people littered the dance floor and everyone else looked as if they were high off of drugs. "Well right now she's your best bet to getting to Crow, Jason."

Jason groaned a bit when he realized that his older brother was right. Taking down a shitbag like Crow was more important than his tolerance of that girl's annoying mouth. "Fine. But let's come back here later on tonight. It's almost sunrise and we both know that the little guy is waiting up for you."

Dick chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck. Even with Bruce back in the picture, Damian still looked at Dick as a father figure. When Dick went off on parole, Damian would never admit it but he would stay up until he comes back to the Wayne Manor. He'll just claim that he wasn't tired or was staying up training. "Yeah, we should take a rest and come back later."

Jason stumbled to get his key through the lock of his front door. He had to nudge the door a bit with his knee to open it. His apartment wasn't anything glamours, actually far from it. It was defiantly nothing compared to the extravagant mansion that he called home for a few years, or Ra's al Ghul's palace which he resided in for some time after his resurrection.

There weren't huge portraits hovering over the fireplace, or a grand piano laying in the middle of the room. No servants to cater to his needs, or an Alfred tidying up the mess and filling the room with the scene of homemade dinners. His apartment was simple. It consisted nothing more than the necessary items. Two floors and nothing more. The only extraordinary thing was the numerous guns laying around. His clothes were still settled in his suitcase, and his fridge was mostly empty. "It's only temporary," he'll say. He never planned on staying in one place for too long. It wasn't because he was always needed elsewhere, or he grew a distaste to the environment around him. He just never really found a reason to stay. To him, this apartment wasn't a "home", it was a safe house. One of many he had in different locations on the map.

He kicked off his shoes and dragged his feet across the hardware floor. He made his way to the couch as he removed his jacket and shirt. The bed was too far for him and the stairs was just too much of an inconvenience. He made himself as comfortable as he can on the couch and shut his eyes, trying to replay the events of that day. It was a force of habit he developed ever since he came back to life. He never knew which day would be his last again. If any one of these days was to mark his end, he wanted to remembered it before he slept. He never really knew when he would close his eyes only to never open them again. Before he knew it, Jason dozed off to sleep just as the sun was waking over Gotham.

"So I know that she's our best, and only, lead right now. But do you think that she's going to actually give us anything useful?" Dick asked as he tried to keep up with Jason's fast pace. "I mean what were her words exactly? Did she say that she really know anything?"

"There's something about her, Dick. You know besides her aggravating attitude, she seems fearless when she talks. She sounded like she knows what I want to know somehow, and wouldn't mind sharing."

"She's a worker here, Jason. She probably thought that you wanted sex or drugs," Dick stated.

"We won't know 'till we ask." Jason made his way over to the bar. The club looked more crowded and rougher than before.

"What can I get you two?" the bartender asked.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Charlie. You don't know where I can find her by any chance do ya?" Jason asked.

The bartender gave him a little nod while also eyeing him suspiciously. He was a big broad man with eyes that were meant to intimidate the two former Robins. He turned and walked over to another bulky man standing in front of a hall way. Both of them looked at Jason and Dick as they continued to whisper to each other. It was the sort of communication seen between two elementary girls gossiping during recess. Except that these two didn't look as innocent, and they were clearly not in a playground.

After a few more shared whispers, the bartender returned back to the raven haired men. His eyes seemed more hostile, but still failed to draw any fear. "Charlie ain't available." His words and the way he spat it out showed that he was hiding something. Jason glanced at the man by the hallway with the corner of his eyes, noticing that he was staring right back. He was getting impatient with the obvious lies and were ready to take both men outside and use "other methods". Sensing that Jason was about to blow their cover, Dick moved his way in front of Jason, blocking him off.

"Look man, I met this girl named Charlie the other day and we had a little fun if you know what I mean. I liked the way she moved and she liked my wallet. She told me to come back here and see her again," Dick lied while maintaining eye contact with the bartender's still hostile eyes. First thing Bruce had taught him. Lie with your words, but convince them wit your eyes. A person's eyes can let on more than it seems.

The bartender seemed to believe Dick's white lie as his eyes seemed to calm a little bit. Still, he didn't seem to budge and continued to stare at them. Jason couldn't take standing in the sideline any longer and his patience was withering. "We can pay in cash, right? Charlie said to bring extra."

He slammed a bunch of crumbled bills onto the counter, which brought satisfaction to the bartender's face. He took it and slit it into his back pocket, and gave the bulky man a little nod. After he disappeared into the hallway, the bartender returned his attention back on to them. "Vodka? Beer?"

"No thanks. Water would be fine," Jason said.

Once the bartender laid out two glasses of water and left to attend to other customers, Dick turned to Jason. "No beer? I'm guessing tonight isn't just for questions."

Jason took a sip of his water and noticed the bulky man making his way over with Charlie in his hand. She looked different than earlier. She didn't seem confident and dominating anymore, but instead angry and frustrated. For a split second he thought that she looked like she was about to break. Like she was going to drop on the floor and let her screams mix in with the club's loud music. He thought that she actually looked is until she caught his eyes staring, and quickly changed the expression laid on her face. It was in an instance. As fast of lightning, almost. The way that she was able to hid her insecurities, and pretend like she was never helpless to begin with.

"Tonight is for action"

Just then the man stopped in front of the pair. "You get twenty minutes."

"So.. you're the one that summoned me," she said after noticing Jason and Dick, "and you brought a friend.. Let me guess, you're the civil one from the alley."

Just as Dick was about to ask Jason just exactly how much they talked when they last met, he was interrupted.

"Your eye." Jason pointed out, referring to her black eye that wasn't there earlier. Charlie laughed it off and flashed them a smirk.

"You should see the other guy," she joked. "Some guy grabbed me the wrong way, and then spoke to me like I was trash. Just because my job isn't in some high paying office, doesn't mean I don't deserve respect. After I did something about it, he told Mr. Grumpy over there." She pointed her finger in the direction of the bulky man that just dragged her over there. "They weren't too happy over the fact that he was some hot shot at an international corporation and he threatened to have the place shut down. So, they took their anger out on me. But hey, what can you do?"

Jason stared at the black eye, knowing fairly well that there are more bruises under the sleeves of her short kimono styled robe. "I thought you weren't allowed to fight back," he questioned, remembering what she said earlier.

She just shrugged as she motioned the bartender for something to drink. "I never was one to follow the rules. Plus, I told you that I can take care of myself." She gave Jason a quick wink, while Dick was still trying to figure out how she knew who they were. When the bartender brought her a cocktail, she glared at him and reluctantly took it. "Why do they always assume that all girls want a cocktail? What can a girl do around here to get some whisky or scotch?"

"Look we only got twenty minutes to ask you some questions," Dick said, trying to push the conversation forward. "What can you tell us about Felix Crow?"

Charlie chugged down the cocktail and stared off into space, not making eye contact with either one of them. "What makes you think that I know anything about Crow.? Better yet, what makes you think that I'll tell?" She grinned to herself, enjoying the tease she was giving them. Jason started to get aggravated at how she was trying to get the upper hand in the conversation. "First of all, you told me to ask for you. Secon-"

"Maybe I just wanted a good time," she interrupted him, finally turning her grin to face him. She looked at him from head to toe as if he was some sort of prey and she was the predator. "You look like you know how to have fun,"

"Secondly.," Jason continued, trying to ignore her obvious flirtation. He didn't need to pick up a chick, he was able to do that any day. Tonight he needed answers, and he wasn't looking forward to wasting any time. "you said that you don't follow rules. That means that you're not afraid. Not even afraid to tell us a thing or two about Crow,"

She still looked unconvinced as she started playing with the umbrella in her new cocktail. "I'm not afraid of heights, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to go jump of bridges. I'm not afraid of you but that doesn't mean that I trust giving out any information."

"Thirdly, what do you have to lose?" Dick finished, hoping that it'll hit Charlie in a soft spot. It didn't take a master detective to realize that she wanted out of this place. Charlie's smirk faded for a brief second but returned just as fast as she was able to hide her vulnerability.

She peered over her shoulder at the man by the curtains and noticed that he was preoccupied with someone else. She took a few steps forwards and whispered in a low voice, that was almost inaudible compared to the loud blasting music pumping in the room. "Not here."

Charlie walked past the two and hurried into the crowd on the dance floor, with Jason and Dick following pursuit. It was hard to keep up with her because she was able to swiftly nudge her way in between people. But they finally caught up with her at the other side of the club, where she stood next to an open door that Jason failed to notice before.

"Where are we heading?" Dick asked once the abandoned the club and entered a dark hallway.

"You wanted to talk, so we're going to talk. It's not safe to talk out there." Charlie called over her shoulder as she guided them into a room that looked like it was used for storage. "Don't worry, no one comes by here. It's an old part of the building that everyone's drunken minds forget about." She jumped on an old bean bag and played with the cocktail's umbrella she still had in hand. "You guys have fifteen minutes before Mr. Grumpy realizes that I escaped."

"Felix Crow." Dick began "What can you tell us about him?"

Charlie busied herself by toying the umbrella, to avoid any eye contact. She didn't have a problem with looking people straight in the eye. But she'd rather not do it when one of her eye looks like it was attacked by Frankenstein. "I want to know what I'm getting myself into first. What's your situation with Crow? Why so curious? Guy isn't all the interesting." Suddenly a thought popped into her mind. "Actually, I want to know why you two are playing superheros. What's up with the mask? Wait, no. What is up with the helmet?"

Jason walked up to Charlie and snatched the umbrella away from her. He was done playing games and his patience was getting strained. There was no point in trying to deny their involvement with crime fighting. Charlie may be a smart mouth, but she didn't seem like a threat. "It's none of your business. Just tell us everything you know." She glared up at him, but still wore the smirk she had. As much as her attitude annoyed him, it intrigued him at the same time. What makes this girl so unafraid? She wasn't scared to fight a customer, and talked to people like she knew all their secrets. She's willing to rat out her boss, without much convincing, and now she's demanding to know the back story of the whole thing. Jason had two theories in mind of what was wrong with her. Either she's so naive that she doesn't think there is any danger involved, or she's perfectly aware and just doesn't give a shit. He was hoping that it was the first one because he didn't want to deal with a hard headed diva just yet.

She stood up from the old bean bag and stood a little too close to him, not that it bothered her. She had to tilt her head up a little to face him eye to eye, no longer caring about her black eye. "If you want me to talk, you have to let out a few things too. It's just that fair."

Before Jason can protest and say screw you, Dick managed to pull Jason out of the way, enabling a safe three feet distance between the two. "Alright like I said back in the alley- we do those things to help people. And now we want to people affected by Crow. He sold drugs to a group of teens. These teens died, but Crow is still selling them. Cops won't take action, but we will." Charlie flinched at the mention of the deaths, something that Jason noticed. She turned her attention to Dick and no longer wore her smirk. Still, she didn't want to show any sign of weaknesses, so she just stayed emotionless, but her bright green eyes were visibly a bit duller.

"I didn't know.." she whispered "I didn't know about the deaths,"

"Crow used you girls to sell in the club. But he has people on the outside to sell around the area, mostly to teens. Also, he's responsible for the high prostitution rates here in Gotham, as well as buying girls from other countries. If we want to stop all of this, then we need to stop Crow. We need to know what you know."

Charlie stared at them both now, unsure of what to do. She walked past them and opened the door, peeping her head out to see if anyone was around. When she was certain that no one was within ear shot, she closed the door and spoke. "Crow never comes to these clubs. He owns them but he doesn't like to visit. He operates from home with a few body guards close by. They're just a mile out of town, staying in this big fancy house isolated from everything else," She spotted a pen and tore off a beer lable, scribbling the address down. "Here. It's safe to go around a little after midnight. That's when the guards switch posts, and it'll give you time to sneak through. Felix usually goes to bed around eleven so by the time you get there he'll be sound asleep like a baby. Two guards outside his room but none inside. He feels all weird about people watching him sleep. Now there are security cameras all over the place except for the roof and along the south quarters. That's your blind spot, use it."

Dick and Jason just stared at her, unsure of how a prostitute working in a club got all of this information. They were expecting something along the lines of a location or a name to reach, not a strategy plan.

"And how do you know all of this?" Jason asked slowly. This girl was defiantly not naive like he wanted to believe she was. Charlie crossed her arms and lifted her chin a bit, like she was offended or something.

"He's my father."