Chapter three- Alias part 2

After hours of searching much of Blüdhaven, Dick donned his Nightwing suit to explore the city under the cover of darkness. When finding a Jason, one had to think like a Jason, and the only thing on Jason's mind right now would be to take his anger out on someone. That someone was most likely to be one of the numerous Robin's, and so Dick was not at all surprised when he got a call from an out-of-town Batman for backup for Damian.

Damian may have been trained from a young age to be an assassin, he hadn't been trained to deal with Jason. The vigilante didn't doubt Damian's abilities, but he doubted the ten year old would be able to hold his own against Jason for too long.

That's how Nightwing found himself gliding through the cool night air, and wishing he had a cowl on his suit when it started raining. His indestructible mop of gypsie hair was many things, but waterproofing was not among its abilities.

When Dick crashed through a large, expensive looking window near the rear of Wayne Manor, he couldn't help smiling for letting Bruce know just how much he appreciated having to rescue his murderous damsel in distress, otherwise known as Damian.

"Come here you little...Tell me where Bruce is!" He heard Jason yell from the first floor landing.

"Get out, you impertinent oaf!" He heard the disgruntled answer from the youngest Robin.

Dick shot out a grapple to the chandelier above him, and swung over the banister, landing neatly in between Jason and Damian. The latter was rubbing his eyes and still in his pajamas.

"Dick?"

"Aw, Jay, did you wake Damian from his beauty sleep? He's trained in the art of killing, you know?" He said, smiling cheerily.

"Seriously? You again? Haven't I seen enough of you today?" Jason growled, like a lion roused from a deep sleep.

"Actually..." He briefly glanced down to his watch. "It's past midnight, which means you've wasted too much of my time." Dick dropped down and swung his leg round in an effort to knock Jason over, but he dodged backwards.

"I don't need your protection, Grayson!" Damian growled in voice that was too high pitched to be taken seriously.

Dick didn't answer as he landed a hit on Jason and managed to pin him to the wall.

His face turned serious. "Where did you take the twin girls that were with you earlier?"

"I sent them to some relatives. Why can't you just leave it alone?" Jason replied, slipping from Dick's grip and sliding under him.

"I don't know, maybe because I'm tired of finding dead parents?" He muttered bitterly, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment when Jason's face contorted briefly to grief.

"They were horrible parents, I did those kids a favor." He yelled, barreling into his older brother and knocking him back onto the floor.

As Jason slowly approached, Dick's leg shot out and swept Jason off his feet. The younger vigilante's head hit the tiled floor with a painful crack.

"I don't care who you did a favor, you could've just taken them in. The police have plenty of room in Blackgate and Arkham for people like them." He held out a hand for Jason to take. "Now, that cell will be yours instead." He said, grabbing Jason's hand and securing handcuffs to him.

"You little-" Jason's sentence was cut off by a sharp jab to a pressure point in his neck, effectively knocking him out.

"Should I call the police, or Bruce?" Damian asked sleepily, clearly wanting to get back to bed.

"Aren't you meant to be making rounds?"

"Bruce is away, tell him nothing of this. I too must sleep." He said, opening the door to his room and slamming it after him.

"Fine. I don't need help or anything."

"Grayson!?" He heard from the entry hall. Amy's voice.

Crap, what the hell is she doing here? Not to mention, how did she know... ah. Tracker on the radio. Should've known.

Of course, his partner had tracked him to the Manor after he had run away from her earlier.

Dick hastily took off his suit, under which was his BPD uniform.

"Up here!"

He waited until she had made her way up the stairs to him. Jason was slumped unconscious against the wall.

"Oh. Is this who you thought the killer was?" She asked uneasily.

"Yeah. Let's take him in." Dick turned and picked up his younger brother, not before sneaking a note into his pocket.

Jason's POV

Jason woke groggily in a cramped cell with two bunk beds. He hoped they were unoccupied. He rolled over, away from the light outside the bars. It was hurting his head. He presumed Dick had taken him in. As he rolled, he heard a crumple in his pocket. He felt around and found a note, from Dick.

He read it in the dim light:

Hi, you probably hate me now, but don't be so quick to judge.

I sold you out so Batman didn't kill me etc, etc.

Hey, at least I got you a room with a view!

Lots of love

Richard

"Man, I hate him right now." He got up slowly and held his head. The pain was almost unbearable. Luckily, there were no other prisoners accompanying him in his small cell space. "Room with a view?"

Jason looked around, but there was nothing but a large poster of the beach on the wall, presumably left by the last resident of the cell.

But a beach is a view, and what Dick had said was...

He pulled back the corner and laughed out loud at what he saw. Obscured by the poster was a giant hole in the wall, leading directly onto the next prison block's roof.

"This is in no way a consolation prize, I'll be coming for you." He muttered, even though his older brother was not there to hear his musings.