The week after the fight on the bridge was more or less eventful for him. what Slade had said on the bridge stuck in his head. Slade wasn't the talkative type, not in the least, he killed and got it done quickly. there was never a speech of impending doom or more then a few comments about their fighting, so who ever hired Slade, whoever the man was working for, to just let their assassin, for slade to even open his mouth, they must be confident of their plans. Or maybe Slade knew they would kill him and decide to stick them with fear.

If that was it, it hadn't worked. If anything he was curious. Did Slade`s plan involve the Light somehow? If so then that meant it was the Justice Leagues problem, he wasn't the type to prevent world disasters. And if he was how could he chose a side, if it ever really came to it?

Earlier this week a few of his men informed him that a pilot was getting paid to smuggle the guns in but air, these guys just didn't take no for an answer. so He`d have to shut that down more than likely.

Things couldn't get even more confusing when one of the buildings he`d labeled under his protection got the alarms set off but the only thing found was a note, crumbled and dirty and written in a lime green ink.

If your walls crumble and fall

when your streets run red

your high walk is reduced to a pathetic crawl

all I ask is how can you sleep in you bed

when tomorrow-

you might be dead?

Jason never had much trouble of Riddler so this might be some idiot looking for trouble or Riddler looking for Batman. Maybe this note was connected to his case, or better yet he could bb becoming paranoid and think everything had to do with the case.

So many questions, so little answers...

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"Of course I`ll help out Les`, but um just don't ask for me to help run a shelter or something, I`ve got to much on my plate as it is." Jason said running his hand threw his helmet hair as he looked over the papers.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Leslie smirked in amusement walking towards the counter, "But Jason in all seriousness, I think some one`s stealing medication from the back, the windows are always unlocked when I get back, I know I lock them and the supplies are all ways smaller then before and I don't have a lot to begin with."

"Any idea`s who needs these drugs?" Jason asked before kicking himself mentally, this was Crime Alley there was a hundred different reasons to steal drugs. and not for the healing wounds type.

"I think it`s Scarecrow, each of the medication stolen is part of his damn fear toxic but this guy is taking it in gallons, I`ve checked with local hospitals and their missing a number of things as well." Leslie pointed out. Jason frowned, "Les` Scarecrow is still in Arkham, locked up good and tight."

"Jason," Leslie sighed, pulling off her glasses, "You and me both know how easy it is to get things in and out of Gotham."

"Too true." Jason sighed, "I hate to say it but isn't this more a job for Bruce and his followers?"

Leslie shrugged, "I haven't seen them in days, and your the only one I have on speed dial." she smiled at this fact and Jason chuckled, "Yeah, guess that's a help full factor in all this. Leslie don't dig into this okay, the last thing you need is to get placed as a target, let me do the work."

Leslie sighed, "I supposes that's all I can do for now, thank you Jason."

"No problem." Jason nodded before leaving, he`d been looking for ways to repay Leslie for the things she`s done for him guess this would have to do.

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Paying someone to give him the Arkham video feed wasn't hard, hard to find maybe but putting a gun to someone's head gave the man a good deal to bargain for. Once the feed was sent to him Jason had to blink a few times to make sure he knew he was seeing right, just in case, Scarecrow was there but he was pacing back and forth, more then a few times, he`d obviously become crazier then before, or was waiting for something.

It put him off edge so badly he sent the surveillance to his own lap top. Though Scarecrow was locked away Jason knew this knew wouldn't calm Leslie and it didn't clam him down that much either, that meant someone was still stealing drugs for stupid reasons, or someone found out how to make the fear toxin and was planning to use more than a little.

He hated this more than anything he could imagine but this wasn't something in his category, it was to wide scale and it killed him to think that this was Batman`s problem.

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Jason stood leaning against the light, more specifically the signal. The bat signal, the thing was burning his legs as he just stood there but he didn't move this was his own form of punishment for himself for warning Bruce, damn them, damn him. He had never really used nor thought he`d ever use this but this was... a friendly greeting amongst barging into the cave unannounced.

The only really reason he didn't do that was because of Bruce`s demon child, didn't know him, and he really didn't need to start this chat by taking out a ten year old.

Why he was warning Bruce of the fear toxin lose in the city was only because this wasn't the type of thing Jason was known for, he wasn't a hero, saving this city from a wide spread chemical toxin was Batman`s M.O.

It`s not like they`d ever do the same for him but...whatever.

"Jason?"

Jason looked up to see the large walking shadow that was the Batman. Jason kicked the off button to the machine and didn't bother to see it turn off, just in case Bruce tried to arrest him like Dick had.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked, his voice wasn't cold just, questioning.

Jason crossed his arms over his chest, "We`ve got a problem."