A/N: Just a few days after Tim has been returned to the family, Samantha is having nightmares about Jason and Tim. It was only days before that Samantha had learned the Wayne Family Secret and the meaning of Night Work. Can she reconcile this in her own heart?

Scarlet Fever

Part 6: Surprises for a Couple of Former Robins

"Where should we start?" Nightwing asked. He would have preferred they stay together, but Red Robin had driven off before he could tell him. Now it looks like it was just him and Red Hood, They were jumping from the roof top to roof top, leaving their motorcycles behind until they actually needed them.

"Well, we should definitely split up. I have two places on where the labs could be. Both of them being where I have . . ." Red Hood stopped and corrected himself. "Where I used to have my shit set up at."

"And that would be where?" Nightwing knew this was hard for Jason. It's a bad habit that needs to be kicked out now before their father got wind of it.

"Do you remember where I kept my old safe house at? The worn down apartment building?"

Nightwing nodded.

"In the basement of that building or in a warehouse that I own." Red Hood felt like the clown was mocking him. 'He wants me to come and confront him.'

"What about the movie studio?" Nightwing asked.

"That could be a red herring," Red Hood stated. "That fucking clown likes to show off. There have been times he's been more subtle. He likes to hit you where you live." Red Hood was thinking of Barbara.

"All right, you take the warehouse and I'll take the apartment building."

Red Hood and Nightwing headed in separate directions. Nightwing though couldn't help feeling like he should have gone after Red Robin and talk to him. He hoped his little brother wouldn't run into trouble. RHNRHNRHN

Red Robin was unconscious. He wasn't aware that two of the Joker's thugs had found him.

"Well, well, look what dropped in . . . The first Robin of spring."

"Let's do him," the second thug said as he pulled out a gun.

"Nah, the boss will want to take care of this one personally. He likes beating up birds."

"Too bad he ain't got his wings no more. I'd pin them on my wall."

One thug grabbed Red Robin from under his arms while the second picked up his feet. They carried him through the darkness.

RTRTRTRT Red Hood went back to get his motorcycle. He had some time to think. He wanted his empire back. It was the only place he could have some sort of control. Living with Bruce was starting to cramp his style. He didn't even know why he agreed to live by Bruce's rules. Then again, there was Scarlet and she was carrying his twins. He was warring with himself on what he should do.

'I can't . . . I can't do that. But the money would be for my kids.'

The debate continued in his head until Red Hood arrived at the Warehouse where his stash of weapons could be found, along with some cash and even some drugs, drugs that he had debated about giving to the GCPD. It was evidence, but sometimes evidence of this type would end up disappearing. Maybe he just needs to get rid of it himself, burn it. There were some honest cops and if they found this place . . . Red Hood noticed that something was off. He could tell that the lock to his warehouse had been tampered with. He should call in back-up to be certain, but instead like everyone else, he had to resolve this himself. RTRTRTRT

Nightwing entered Jason's old apartment building from the roof. The place looked like hell. It was falling apart. It had been abandoned long ago. Still, the place felt off in some way. Instead of taking the stairs, Nightwing jumped down through the central core, landing on his feet like a cat. He needed to get to the basement. He didn't notice that his had broke the beam of an electric eye.

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"What have we here boys?" Mr. Whiteface stared at the two thugs and what they were carrying.

"A little present for you, Mr. Whiteface."

"Red Robin is it? You changed your outfit. Take his belts from him. We don't want him to use any of his tools. Tie his hands and feet. Don't want this one flying away. We'll wait a few minutes for him to wake up, then the fun can begin." RTRTRTRT

Red Hood headed into the building. Just as he thought, his whole stash was gone. The building was not quite empty. A box was sitting on the floor near the far wall. In the low light, he couldn't make out whether it was one of his that got left behind or whether it had been placed there after the fact. Red Hood walked over to the box and checked it over. It was red with grey ribbon and a bow around it. There was a tag. Red Hood looked at the tag. It was addressed to him. He should have been more suspicious. He picked up the box. It had weight to it.

'What the hell is in here?' He made the grave mistake of opening up the box. Another small note was inside. "Duck and cover?"

A light turned on and he could see the final count down of red numbers from the clock that had been strapped to one of the support beams. Only a few seconds were left when Red Hood realized he had sprung the trap. That bastard planted a bomb! Just like the one that killed him! Red Hood ran as fast as he could to get outside. He was only ten steps away from the entrance when the bomb blew, and the whole structure started collapsing around him.

Continues with Part 7