Tokyo, Japan

"I love this hentai," Jason says drinking a glass of sake. "Shouldn't we meet Katana if we are here?"

"What do you think?" Barbara asks him.

"I am buying a box of tissues on my way back." Barbara rolls her eyes on that comment. Jason keeps the picture down to tease her.

"They can't be that big. It is not just possible."

"Barbara Gordon, are you getting jealous of these animated girls?" Jason laughs at that thought.

"Why can't you stay dead?" Barbara slams her head on the table. "What happened to you in the pit?"

"Horrible things." Jason answers. He finishes another glass of cold beer and pays the bill. He takes the food box from the waiter and pushes Oracles' wheelchair outside the shop.

"You heard about the attack on the mansion?" Oracle ask. She asks Jason to stop pushing the chair since she had activated the remote control.

"Yeah. Seems like Batman can piss Villains even after death." Barbara laughs at his comment. "Bruce's middle name is secret."

"Well, he was not a talker."

"He shared a lot with Dick. Sometimes I think that we were always behind the shadow of the First Robin. Nothing but mere copies."
Jason says sharing his frustration.

"That is not true," Barbara says. "We were nowhere near him? I think Bruce never trusted Damian like that."

"Damn it. We are helping a brother we don't even like. In fact, we hate him. Since an irony here."

"You said yourself. He is our brother." Barbara answers. "We should hurry up before the food gets cold."

He does not speak another word on his way back to the apartment they rent. It is small so the boys sleep in living room. Barbara wants a real bed and Jason wants some guns. Dick is watching the news even though none of the words were making sense to him.

"Have some?" Barbara asks.

"Don't tell me."

"Sushi."

"Dang it."

"It is all over the news," Jason says. "Why did Damian suddenly attacked Wayne Mansion?"

"Don't know. I never met him for past few months before his death. Now let's get back to business, shall we?"

"Eat first."

"It can wait. Look who I found," Dick throws a file on the table. "Baron Reiter, a mercenary who has a grudge against Green Arrow. He smuggles totems, talisman and other mystical weapons from Asian countries to the buyers with the highest bidding."

"Katana?"

"Should we, Barbara? She can blow our cover."

"Dick, you decided to blow your cover the cover the minute you show those files to us. Have you even considered that it is I don't know, a trap?" Jason rants. "What happened to you, man?"

"Jason is right. Let us handle this mission, Dick."

"Finally some sanity."

"Fine, but-" Jason and Barbara expected a 'but' from Dick's mouth. "I will be in 5 blocks radius."

"10."

"7 or we don't have a deal."

"Fine."

Both ex-robins stares at each other. One more second and they will start a fight. "How about some good night sleep?"

"NO!" Both of them shouts.

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"How do you plan on us infiltrating his facility?"

"You will buy his totems."

"Excuse me?"

"What Jason? You forgot that in eyes of the underworld, Red Hood is a mercenary, a top class hitman, and a mafia king. He will be interested in dealing with you."

"Dick has a point, Jason."

"Fine. When is the meeting?"

"Tomorrow." Dick answers.

"What!?" Both Barbara and Jason shouts.

"Are you out of your freaking mind?" Jason asks. He grabs Dick by his collar and carries him up.

"Stop it, Jason!" Oracle shouts at him. "Control your anger, he must have his reasons."

"Yeah, they always have their reason." Jason throws him. Dick is coughing and trying to breathe. "You were always his favorite even when you left him alone. We were always your replacement."

"That is not true."

"Stop Lying!" Jason forces him into a corner at the gunpoint. "He had his reasons. That is why my killer, the Joker is alive, Barbara is crippled and every villain in Gotham is laughing behind out backs. I heard of you. You are an urban legend in Gotham. The first Robin. Who thought he is a jerk like his mentor?"

"Stop it!" Dick screams and grabs Jason's hand flips him on the ground. He then punches the man until he coughs blood.

Dick gets up to leave. Jason's head is hurting. Barbara cries and goes to her room. Jason crawls and takes the support of a wall to get up and grab a cigarette. "JASON!" Barbara shouts and enters the hall. "Look he bought me cybernetic leg support."

"A what?"

"Cyborg created aids that can help a person to use their hands and legs again using exoskeletons."

"That means what?"

"I can walk again."

"That is great." Jason smiles and kneels down to grab her hand. "We should celebrate."

"Yeah but-"

"But?" Barbara gives him 'don't-be-so-dumb' look and Jason asks, "Really?"

"Go?"

Jason immediately walks out of the house with bike keys. Meanwhile, in the diner, Dick is following an informant. He shoves his face under the collar of the jacket and pretends to talk on a phone.

"Reiter is not pleased."

"Of course, he won't be. His biggest suppliers backed out."

"Chinese Triad didn't just back out on the deal. They were humiliated by a single person."

"You joking?"

"I wish. Rumors are that he had an upper hand against Nightwing."

"The Bat-Killer."

"Do you want some coffee?" The waitress asks Dick. He nods. Waitress pour coffee and goes away.

"Whatever was the reason, his mistake made him a wanted man. Every branch of Triad is searching for him until then all deals are on a hold from them."

"So the tomorrow's deal is really important."

"About that you see- somethings are better not be said when someone is spying." The man crushes the tracer on his hat. He asks for the bill and leaves.

"Shit."

"That is a very cliche reaction." Jason joins him on the table. He orders a fried fish and octopus balls for himself. "We know one thing that tomorrow's deal is more than just a give and take,"

"How do you know?"

"League of Assassins 101 - Eavesdropping." Jason jokes as he enjoys Dick's vanilla milkshake. "Now they don't know about me working with you, so that is a damn good thing."

"Why are you here Jason?"

"To bring you home. Barbara won't wear those walking aids if you are not there."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I always thought that Batman was trying to find you in us. It formed a grudge inside me,"

"You don't have to justify your actions. Like Bruce, I lost my parents. They were killed right in front of my eyes. Part of me acts like Bat, but I will never ever become his legacy. I can't devote myself to the case, I want a life outside the shadow. He respected my decision. I never hold a grudge against him. I just felt bad, that he had everything and still never appreciated it."

"Maybe in his crusade, a family was just a liability." Jason thanks the waitress for the food and shows him a photo, "You recognize this box."

Dick takes the photo and looks carefully. "This is a Japanese puzzle box."

"Puzzle box?"

"Yes. If I remember correctly, there is a very rare grade of kryptonite locked inside."

"Kryptonite? What the hell?"

"Don't ask me."

Jason's phone rings. Barbara is calling him. "Hello."

"Deal has preponed for today midnight. What shall we do? Is Dick with you?"

"Yes, he is. We are doing it today." He turns the phone off. "Reiter wants to do the deal today."

"Why?"

"Don't know."

"But you said we are doing the deal."

"Yes because if we back out, then he will have time to research me. He will learn about our plan to arrest him."

"Shit."

"Just follow my lead."

"You know how to play safe?"

"No, but the opposite."

MIDNIGHT (in SHOUNEN JUMP OLD PRINTING HOUSE)

"So here is how the plan will work? Nightwing will pose as my driver. They will park the car in a separate area so that no one will detect us in the area, and I can't escape in case the deal does not turn out as expected." Jason says. "Once the car is inside, Oracle who will be 3 blocks away in a van can hack Reiter's computer system,"

"Are those leg-aids comfortable?" Nightwing asks,

"I feel like a new person," Oracle answers wearing black domino mask and a purple military outfit.

"Hey I am leading and I am wearing red, so listen to me."

"What?"

"He is been watching super sentai since we landed in Japan." Barbara answers. "So when the car is in the parking, the virus will infect Reiter's system. You will in the meantime search for Red-Hood and record the conversation between the two."

"What about the item?"

"We are stealing it."

Jason walks away to get dress. Dick looks at Barbara with a confusing reaction, but Barbara chooses to ignore. Dick leaves her 2 blocks away from the printing house where a white van is standing. "All the best."

Jason wears his helmet and sits back. When they stop near the Printing facility, both the men are checked for weapons including the car.

"All clear." one of the men says.

"Driver, park the car. Boys show him the way."

"Yes, boss." Nightwing keeps a stone on his heart to say those words. One of the men sits with him and leads him to the storehouse.

"So how long have you been working with Red Head."

"Read head?"

"You know because he wears a red helmet."

"He will kill you if he hears that joke. I have been his driver for 3 months. I heard he killed the last driver to steal few bucks from him."

"That is acceptable, but killing for a joke."

"Don't test his insanity."

The man looks at him for 10 long seconds unwilling to continue any conversation. He gulps and inscribes the suggestion on his brain. Finally, the car is parked inside the storeroom.

"Here is my signal," Oracle says as she allows her fingers to dance on the keyboard.

"Sorry."

"For what?" Dick punches the henchman on the face. The latter is knocked out right after.

"It was a good punch." He gets out of the car. "Hey! It's Steve. Something happened to him."

The henchmen open the door and 'Steve' falls on the ground. "What the- Hey Steve, you alright?"

Dick uses the distraction to pick up the weapons hidden behind the wheels. He wears his domino mask. "Turn off the lights."

"Got it." Oracle answers. She clicks Enter button and lights in the storehouse shuts off. Her com is then filled with gunshots, painful screams, and swears. "Are you done?"

"Few minutes."

Nightwing hides behind a pillar. "Never thought they will have night vision goggles." He runs for boxes and throws shurikens on the guns. Their guns are now broken. "I trained with Arrow. You really think I will lose in a gunfight."

"How about a fist fight?" The toughest looking man in the group speaks up. He has tattoos on his arms and will be at least 7-8 feet tall.

"Sure."

The tough guy swings his fist first. Nightwing blocks the first punch. He keeps the punches coming, but Nightwing keeps dodging and blocking it. Other men in the room are not able to handle the speed. Nightwing grapples over his hand and twist it. The man cries in pain. A roundhouse kick finished the fight.

"Anyone else?"

All the henchmen throw their gun and run away. "That's what I thought."

Jason is finally with Reiter. They both shake hands and the two bodyguard behind Reiter leaves. "Sorry for all this but security is a necessity in the business like this especially when we are dealing with someone with your reputation."

"I am sure that was a compliment."

"I wouldn't dare to insult you."

"Cheers to that. So where is the item?"

"You are in a big hurry here." Reiter has no scary features. He is short, thin and has funny accent, but he still ruled over an army of 200 people and have a vast knowledge of magic totems. "You know the secret of my success."

"Monologues."

"Maybe but mostly my knowledge and skill to recognize the best. Bring the box!" He orders his men. "Magic differs from magician to magician. Millions of years ago, a race of hawk like aliens settled on Earth. Humans worshiped them like Gods. Their magic invited harmony as well as greed."

"I know the story."

"Those Gods were the first Hawkgirl and Hawkman. The current ones are mere shadows. The item I present to you belongs to that era: the mace of the first hawks."

Barbara is recording the footage. "How do I know it is real?" Jason asks.

"Touch it if you want. I stole it from Vandal Savage. That is itself a valuable proof."

"It is marvelous."

"Call them." Reiter whispers.

Nightwing feels the weight of the gun on his head. "Ssshhh. One wrong move and you will die." Nightwing turns his head a little and sees Deadshot behind him with an AK-47.

"So let's talk money."

"I will pay 1 billion dollars for this."

"I am stupid. I should have listened." Nightwing stands up. "Red!" He shouts. "It is a trap!" The bullet sound then filled the room and Barbara startles.