A big white van pulled up to the warehouse and remained stationary. No one got in, and no one got out. Though, thanks to thermal vision, Jason could easily see that there were five people crammed very closely in the rear of the van, and two up front. The two in the front were looking around very quickly, almost as though they were anxious.

"What do you see?"

Jason removed his thermal vision goggles, turning to look at Tim. The younger vigilante stood a few feet behind Jason, towering over the form of the flattened Red Hood.

Pushing his hands into the concrete of the roof, he pushed himself back up to his feet. "They're waiting for us," Jason said. He folded up his goggles and placed them back in his utility belt where they belonged. "So wait like five or ten more minutes and they'll be ready to move on."

"You get that?" Tim's finger was pressed into his ear now, speaking into the Bat channel. He heard Tim's voice both in person and again a few seconds later directly in his ear.

There was a moment of static before there was a reply. "Yeah. Do you think these are the buyers or the supplier's?" Dick and Barbara were across the block, keeping watch on the other side of the building. Jason was trying very hard to repress his feelings about Barbara being alone on a rooftop with her ex-boyfriend. After all, Jason and Babs weren't dating, and they both liked it that way. There was no rule that said Babs couldn't fuck Dick, except Kori might have a problem with it. Jason, however, definitely didn't have a problem with it.

Or at least he was trying not to.

Tim looked at Jason, eyebrows raised as he waited for his response. "I think they're the suppliers," he said, looking over the rooftop once more. "Judging by the heat signatures, that van is full of something other than people."

"Guys, we got a secondary vehicle on the east side." Barbara's voice was all business in Jason's ear. Why wouldn't it be? They were working. This trafficking ring had been eluding both the Batclan and the Red Hood for months, somehow operating in complete secrecy. It had been Dick's idea to team up, compare notes, and that had led them to this particular sell.

Jason pointed out that a couple of low levels will only alert the boss that they're onto him, to which Dick pointed out that selling a couple boxes of AK-47's was worth stopping regardless.

Guess who Bruce backed up?

Tim looked down. "Our guys are on the move," he said. "And Jason was right, they're unloading the van now."

"Of course I was right," Jay said. "I'm pretty good at my job."

"Shut up and move," Barbara snapped. She could tell something was bothering Jason, as he had been particularly cold to her before they moved out and he had yet to directly address her on this mission. So she was a tad bit fed up with his behavior.

The four of them separately moved across the rooftops. Jason and Tim silently moved together. Tim launched a line across the rooftop, securing it to the ground at his feet before moving across it. The line led into an open window that led to a small storage space above the warehouse floor, Jason followed in shortly after Tim. "We're in," he announced over the comm.

No response, but Jason was sure they were already in. There was a window across the vast open space that was also open, with a similar line hooked to a roof.

Jason held up two fingers and moved them forwards, indicating Tim to move forward.

The two vigilantes made their way to their earlier agreed upon posts. Jason silently celebrated that he was no longer in Tim's company. The younger Robin continuously glanced at his predecessor with what could only be assumed was concern. It was getting under Jason's skin.

He was nestled into a corner of rafters about twenty feet above the concrete floor. The air was slightly cold, and he was beginning to regret his decision to abandon his leather jacket. The two groups of men were now standing in the open space, discussing terms. It sounded like they were coming to an agreement, and Jason knew there wouldn't be much time. "Should we interrupt?" he asked the group.

"I think we should," Dick said. The smirk on Nightwing's face was practically audible through the comm. "Let's move."

Finally. The rafter creaked quietly beneath Jason's weight as he shifted. He pulled one gun out of it's holster, keeping the safety on and leaped from the rafter. The rafter suddenly groaned as Jason pushed off of it with all his might, curling into a ball and flipping through the air. He uncurled just a few feet above the ground, flipping the safety and pulling another gun from it's holster. These guns felt foreign, because they were. Whenever he worked with Batman and his group of ragamuffins, he was forced to trade out his guns for non-lethal weapons. He didn't like it, but as long as someone took down these traffickers, he would survive. Nightwing, Red Robin, and Batgirl all made their entrances and got into battle position. Both groups of men were effectively trapped.

"Sorry to drop in," Nightwing said. His eskrima sticks were raised in preparation. "But we're going to need to take all of this, and all of you."

Some of the guys were frozen in fear, their gazes switching between each of the four heroes in their midst. Some of the other guys were looking to - what could only be assumed to be - the men in charge for guidance. And some of the other guys were loading their weapons and preparing for battle.

"You can go the easy way, or the hard way," Tim said.

Jason smiled beneath his helmet. "Please go the hard way, I need some action tonight." He had both of his weapons aimed at each group of men, and enough bullets so each person could get shot twice and he'd still have two. He surveyed the groups, locating who would attack first and therefore who needed to be dealt with first. There were a few guys who were openly preparing their weapons, but there were a few who were attempting to be sneaky. Jason would get those guys first, because he knew Dick would go for the others first.

There was a quiet moment of tension, each party waiting to see who would attack first. While in reality, this only lasted for roughly thirty seconds, to Jason it felt like whole minutes. It was as if he was watching things happen in slow motion.

But, inevitably, things sped up until they were happening almost too fast to comprehend. Bullets were flying and bodies were moving and the air was full of screams and the sounds of colliding weapons and fists against flesh. It's as though the world suddenly went from pause to fast forward and Jason only had to keep up. He was shooting and leaping and kicking and occasionally pounding heads with the butts of his weapons. His eyes were darting back and forth between possible targets and various actions.

And then suddenly, once more, the world paused.

Across the room, Jason saw one of the guys sneak up behind Batgirl. He waited for her to turn around, to surprise him and punch him in the face, but she never did. Jason watched this useless, low level arms dealer take a knife and plunge it into Batgirl's side.

Then the sounds of the battle seemed to stop. He could only hear Barbara's blood curdling scream of pain and surprise all mingled together. Her hand went to her side, and she paused fighting long enough for someone to kick her, sending her head rolling on her neck. Jason leaped forward, ignoring the henchmen he had been fighting and moving full speed towards Batgirl's falling body. She was only maybe ten feet away from him, but it felt like he was running a mile. His heart was racing and he could see the droplets of blood falling from the Kevlar in Batgirl's suit.

Relentlessly he slammed his fist into the knife-wielding man's spine, causing him to bend over backwards. Jason grabbed his face from behind and pushed him downward, thumping his skull against Jason's knee. A groan escaped the man's throat as he fell, but Jason paid him no mind as he moved on to the next thug.

A sweep kick knocked him off his feet and Jason quickly jumped up, crashing into the man's chest knee first. From his position kneeling on the thug's chest, he punched him twice across the jaw, not even noticing when blood trickled out of his nose. Jason leapt up, shooting non-lethal rounds into two more thugs foreheads as they lumbered towards him. There were two thuds as each one slammed into the ground.

"Red!" Batgirl cried from her place on the ground. She'd witnessed the whole thing and was certain Jason had put all of them into shock. He ignored the anger in her voice as he kneeled beside her, immediately pressing one hand to her wound.

She winced in pain at the pressure, but she trusted he knew what he was doing.

Using his other hand, he reached up and removed his helmet. Barbara now found herself staring into the anxious face of Jason Todd. He was chewing on his lip and his brow was furrowed together. "Are you okay? How's your jaw?"

Barbara's own levels of anxiety were rising as her vision began blacking out. She looked down to where their hands joined over her wound. "Oh my god, there's more blood than I thought there would be."

Sensing her panic, Jason intertwined his fingers with hers over her wound and used his

other hand to pull her head into his lap.

"It's going to be okay, Babs," he said. He could see her chest rising and falling in shallow, pained breaths. She was biting her lower lip hard. Her eyes squinted shut in pain, and she was trying her hardest to remain calm. "It's okay, you're going to be okay. I'm going to make sure you're okay."

The sound of Jason's voice was the only thing in the world that existed anymore, the only thing keeping her calm and awake. Soon, the thugs were dealt with and Dick and Tim were leaning over her body. Dick was saying something through the comm to Bruce or Alfred or whoever would listen that they required emergency extraction, Batgirl was down. She heard the reply but she didn't comprehend it. Her focus solely belonged to Jason's voice and the feeling of his hand in hers as he told her over and over that she'd be okay.

And the more he said it, the more she believed it.