Chapter 2 -
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Dear Batsson,
I'm glad your eye is so keen ... I was waiting for someone to mention all of the things you did and I thought I would be waiting longer...I did that with intent. The lie about Damian never killing and the fact that I never said what those 5 words on the note were ...You sir, deserve a cookie…Oh, and I noticed the depth thing as well. I'm still deciding the pace of the story I don't want to rush my grand idea and at the same time I don't want to waste time building momentum…Anyway, Thanks for the review!
(Remember Jason's Last Words.)
The story returns with Tim in the car with Dick. He's looking out of the red-tinted windows murmuring something to himself.
Those 5 words have been wracking his brain the whole night. They made no sense. It boggled his mind, along with his brother who hasn't said one word the trip to Jason's apartment…And much to their surprise, the street Jason lives on is blocked off by an onslaught of cops.
Tim and Dick…Actually Nightwing and Red Robin goes to talk to Commissioner Gordon who is standing in front of the apartment building door. Dick speaks to him first.
"Gordon…What is this?What are all of these cops doing at Jason's apartment building." Gordon laughs.
"Jason?" Says Gordon as Dick fumbles at his own slip of words as Tim slightly chuckles at his misfortune.
"I-I mean ad-jacent to this-"(He is cut off by James Gordon)
"I know what you meant, Dick…I just assumed you would is the 5th death this month we had where the victims are all killed by the same MO."
Gordon raises an eyebrow, rather shocked that neither of the two apprentices of Batman himself had no idea what was happening. Truth be told, they've been neglecting their patrol duties ever since the…ordeal.
"There was a murder here…But don't worry Robin is already here investigating." So, Dick was right, this is where Damian went. Although, he probably had a different agenda in mind than investigating a murder.
Dick and Tim prepare to rush upstairs to Damian's location, when suddenly they are stopped by Commissioner Gordon, who seems to be puzzled by the ominous sheet of paper clenched in Tim's fist with something in crayon scribbled over it.
"Nightwing…Was is that?" Tim looks toward the street away from the man asking the question that's on everyone's mind. Nightwing hands the paper to him.
"…It's the reason why we're here." As Gordon reads the note, you can see his face becoming visibly confused. He turns to ask them what it means, but in classic Batman fashion they're already in the building and he is left downstairs with the confusing note in his hands. He hands it to his senior analyst in the squad.
"What do you make of this, Johnson?" Johnson confusingly surveys the sheet of paper.
"I don't know sir; I can't make out what it says." Gordon looks at the building and scratches his head before he responds.
"I'm not sure, but I think it says…"
"JASON IS ALLERGIC TO APPLES."
What does that mean sir? Gordon looks at the note, then back at the man who is as baffled by this as much as he is.
"I have no idea Johnson."
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Dick and Tim finally reach the room across the hall from Jason's, where Damian is and he is staring at something in the closet. Dick and Tim ignore this, due to their excitement at seeing their baby brother.
"DAMIAN!" Both men yell at the top of their lungs at the sight of their overtly-focused little brother. He hears them, but doesn't move still fixated on the figure in the closet. Tim decides to speak to him first.
"I-I got your note, Damian!" Damian slowly turns his head from the body and stares at Tim. His eyes piercing the very contents of the expensive Domino mask on Tim's face all the way to the soul in the pit of his stomach. He slowly, almost deliberately like a prepared speaker doing a rehearsed speech, begins to talk.
"Tim…"
The very utterance of his own name makes his spine tingle furiously.
"How…Could Jason say that Misses Jones's pie was delicious, if he is allergic and hated the taste of apples?"
Tim says nothing. What could he possibly say to Damian at this moment? However, Damian keeps going with his speech.
"Try to keep up Drake, this means that the Jason we buried was-"(he is cut off by Dick)
"A Fraud?!"
Damian nods in the affirmative. Dick continues to speak.
"…Well…Whose body is this in the closet with their head completely wrapped in bandages?" Damian looks at him and smirks in his usual know-it-all fashion.
"Oh…So, the great second coming of Batman hasn't figured it out yet?
Tim gasps loudly at the realization. He then puts his hand on Dick's shoulder and speaks.
"Dick…its Misses Jones."