A dark blue Chevrolet Camaro (1990) rolled down the streets of Red Grave City. The clouds were out, occasionally covering up what would otherwise be a sunny day. Jason sat leisurely behind the wheel. The right-hand steering while the left rested on his lap. He viewed the scene from behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. Nothing in particular stood out in this city. In fact, this part of town looked no better than the worst parts of Gotham. A regular working man here, or the occasional drunk there. The bars looked as if they might have a decent beer or two. It didn't appear dangerous by any means. Unless you count the occasional demon lurking in the shadows. That's according to Dante. Perhaps one only lived here out of necessity rather than wanting to, making it sound even more like Gotham. If anything, most of the buildings could use some renovation. Any money mark with some spare cash can spruce up a few dive bars here, some sketchy apartments there and make a killing. Real estate wasn't in Jason's future plans. Although he had some cash to blow, and it'd be better to use it than have duffel bags full of stolen drug money sitting in the closet.

Stopping at a red light, Jason looked to his left. Arm hanging out the window, he noticed a group of friends hanging outside of a bodega. Laughing, joking, and enjoying each other's company. Hopefully not causing any trouble for their sake. The kind of comradery Jason missed out on growing up. He was too busy trying to survive. From time to time, he'll have a chat with Barbara or Dick but that's usually a business call. Jason didn't have many friends, and anyone he truly felt close to stayed at a particular distance. The same applied to Dante. Even so, the demon hunter's cocky attitude gave Jason someone of similar demeanor a fun, running mate for now. How long this partnership would last was up in the air.

A loud bump bounced off his car door. Jason's immediate reaction was to clutch the .45 tucked next to the driver's seat. His index finger grazing its trigger. Ready to pop off until Dante leaned next to the window. He greeted his friend with a huge grin from ear to ear. "Sup Jace." A large pendant Jason hadn't noticed before hung from the devil hunter's neck. Dangling above a white tank top and sitting underneath a red hoodie, zipped halfway up.

Jason grunted to himself, then swiftly pulled the gun, pressing it against Dante's cheek. "Quit playing around. I almost sent you to hell."

"How many times do we have to go over this?" he said with a chuckle, gently slapping the barrel away. "That's not going to work tough guy."

"Oh yeah? We'll see how tough you are when I pump you with a clip full of acid rounds. I'll melt your ass like the guy in that Indiana Jones movie." The car horns piled behind Jason begin blaring as the light had turned green. Jason unlocked his passenger side door. "Hop in."

Dante nodded and slid across the hood, whipping his body through the open window. Jason stared a hole through him, telling him to never do that shit again without saying the words. Dante simply smirked and shrugged. Jason hit the gas, heading towards Devil May Cry. About a mile and a half from their current location. Gotham City itself being a two-hour drive to Red Grave.

"What're you doing out? You're supposed to be getting ready for Hawaii."

With a slight scoff, Dante replied, "Sorry dad, I didn't realize I was supposed to check in before going outside. If you must know, I'm already packed. Just went to go shoot a couple games of pool. Made 80 bucks along with a free brew."

"Hmm. Didn't take you for a pool shark."

"I'll kick your ass and anyone you bring to me."

Jason simply shook his head. "I'm sure you will. I suck at pool."

"Hmph. At least you're honest. I can't tell you how many idiots walk into a bar thinking they'll hustle you. Only to get shut down on an 8-0 run before their turn starts." Dante noticed a stack of CDs spilling out a grocery bag under Jason's feet. "Throw on some tunes man. The silence is killing me."

Slowing down to a stop for another red light, Jason reached down and passed the bag over. "Pick something out."

"Nice." Dante grabbed the bag and dug through with excitement. "You just buy these on the way here?"

"No. Some asshole I killed back in Gotham had a bunch of CDs laying around his place. Must have been a record store owner. Maybe he stole them. I don't know...or care for that matter. I picked out the ones I wanted. He wasn't gonna need them anymore."

Dante shifted one eye to side, as he considered responding but decided to continue rummaging through the bag. "Let's see what we got here. Bell Biv Devoe's first album. Classic. Ace Frehley's first solo album! Haven't seen this in a while. You know the other members of Kiss were steaming over how good this was. Snow Blind on this cut goes insane. Can I borrow this one?"

"Keep it."

"My man! What other goodies are in here. Appetite for Destruction. Classic. Wisconsin Death Trip by Static X. Here we go! Vivid by Living Colour. One of the most underappreciated hard rock albums of the late 80's and 90's." Dante slid one of his favorite CD's inside of the player and flipped to track number six, Funny Vibe. He cranked the volume two notches from max as the drums kicked in. Dante flicked his wrists against the dashboard, imitating each drum smash to perfection as if he was playing with Living Colour himself. Jason half smiled on the side of his mouth away from Dante, not trying to crack his usual stoic demeanor.

Dante shook his head. Hair flying to and fro. He slapped Jason's shoulder. "Here it comes. Muzz Skillings dropping one of the nastiest bass lines you've ever heard at the fifty second mark." A short drum build up transitioned into the main bass line of the song and Dante went full air guitar. Companied with a light foot stomp in his size eleven boots. He even mimicked the guitar sounds before the lyrics kicked in. "So why you wanna give me that, FUNNY VIBE!"

Jason pulled over to the curb in front of Devil May Cry. He leaned back and watched Dante make a fool of himself until the song ended. Dante went about finishing his guitar solo and slapped the dashboard with both hands. He pointed a finger and shouted, "why you wanna give me that!"

No longer able to hold his composure, Jason laughed and calmly said, "funny vibe."

Dante pumped a fist and gritted his teeth. Elated that his partner in crime chimed in. "I'm gonna grab my bag."

Jason swept his hair back and continued to laugh. Bobbing to the remaining guitar funk until the end and the next song began. A small bell rung. Jason knew that was his communicator. Since its linked to a private channel, you can count on one hand how many people had this number. He checked the name, and it happened to be one of those business calls.

"Barb. Thanks for getting back to me."

"Of course." Sitting on the bed in pajamas, Barbara Gordon scrolled across her laptop that was tucked between crossed legs. "I have an update on that Temlin guy you had me look into."

Jason sat up straight and turned off the radio. "Talk to me."

"I've been browsing those forums you sent me. I haven't seen any user under the name NightKing666 but I've found a couple of other users who have the same speech patterns and wallow in those circles Natalie talked about. I'm sending you the list now."

Jason put Barbara on speaker and flipped to the communicator's file system. The downloading percent jumped from zero to one hundred percent in a matter of seconds. A large folder opened, showing transcripts dated several years back. The first starting March 4th, 1998. It was currently July 28th, 2005.

"I got the file Barb."

"These are screen shots from those gothic discussion threads. Look for these names. gothicgoo, bROODINGbADbOY, Thymesup, satanslave999 and NightKing666. There's a history of these names talking about Maazir and if he really exists. gothicgoo disappeared around September of '99. Soon after, all of the names I mentioned started to pop up in multiple forums through the years. All of them talk about meet ups and I managed to find missing persons reports around those time frames. Then as time went on, missing people turned into murder cases. That matched those police reports you sent me."

"So, is this our guy or not?" he asked in a stern voice.

Barbara sighed. She knew how impatient Jason can get. "I was getting to that. Another name started to appear in the forums a week ago. Same dialogue about Maazir. He's been chatting with a few others about a meet up and its a go for tomorrow. Its a place in Bradford, Yorkshire. I'll send you the address."

Jason bit into his lower lip with pressure. "Shit!" he thought. "Why did it have to be tomorrow." The address flickered on his screen. Jason zoned out at the blinking text, wondering what to do. Gobert needed to be dealt with now, but he couldn't let Temlin harm anymore innocents. He could try to squeeze in both, except the possibility of either of them escaping is still there. Perhaps the crack team waiting on standby to help can conquer the beast. While they have an idea of what Maazir is capable of, Jason can't send them in there essentially blind.

"Jason!" Shouted Barbara, spiking the audio.

Coming back to reality, Jason replied, "sorry, I got lost in my head. Thanks for the info, Barb. You're the best."

Before he could end the call, she asked, "have you talked to Bruce?"

Jason scratched his forehead and grunted under his breath. This question always comes up when he talks to the Bat family. He's been avoiding the old man like the plague. Sparing himself from an awkward stare down, a talk about how taking lives is bad and/or a fist fight.

"He worries about you Jason," she said. "We all do."

In his usual cold demeanor he replied, "thanks for the concern but I can take care of myself."

"That's not what I meant."

Thankfully Dante had returned to the car, duffel bag in hand. He tossed it to the back seat and said, "ready to rock."

Jason turned off the speaker, sticking the communicator next to his ear. "We can discuss this another day, I got company." He hung up immediately, ending further conversation. The look on his face was of worry, an emotion that Dante read straight away.

"Is everything all right man?"

"Yeah, but uh...we got a small problem."

Dante folded his arms and braced for whatever Jason prepared to say. "Let me hear it."

"My contact just informed me that she tracked down Temlin and has a lock on where he'll be next. He's got murder on the mind."

Dante's eyes sparked with the intensity of a wildfire. "We got the bastard. Alright then! Let's go!"

"I need to go to Hawaii."

"Fuck Hawaii!" he retorted with bass. "We've been itching to get our hands on Maazir and you're worried about a grease ball in a suit?"

"Dante, this isn't a debate," Jason calmly replied. "Every minute that Gobert breathes is a threat to my personal safety. Which is why I need YOU to go to England with my team and deal with Maazir."

The demon hunter exhaled and absorbed Jason's words. It's been a while since he's been this worked up. The fallout from Natalie's death was the kind of thing to push him over the edge.

Jason pulled out his cell phone and kept talking. "I need you to listen. I got the address where Temlin is going to be tomorrow. I'll give my team the green light to head over and meet you at the closet bar. From there, you guys will pick a stakeout spot and keep an eye on things until Temlin shows up. They already have specific instructions on what to do once you catch Temlin, so just watch their backs and make sure things go smooth. You following me?"

Dante nodded.

"You can head back inside. I'll call in a favor and get a private jet to fly you over there by tonight."

Dante squinted in confusion. "Where the hell is a private jet supposed to land around here?"

"Look, I know you probably have a ton of questions."

"You're damn right I do! I can go along with the flow, but I'm left in the dark over here. One day you're telling me we're going to Hawaii, now you're telling me to stay here. You tell me Maazir is on your shit list but instead of going to hunt him down, you need to go on a super-secret mission so important you can't tell me what the hell it's about!"

Jason checked his watch, seemingly ignoring everything Dante just said. "Any other day I'd have no problem answering those questions if I didn't have a flight to catch. I don't ask this of a lot of people. Dante, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

Every fiber in Dante's being wanted to say absolutely not. Dante liked Jason. They had plenty of things in common from a love of guns, the color red, and even similar music tastes. Trust wasn't one of those things, at least in Dante's mind. Even so, this wasn't about trust. This came down to exterminating Maazir, putting an end to all of those vicious sacrifices and avenging Natalie's death. Lying through his teeth in a mellow state, Dante said, "I trust you."

Jason nodded in assurance. "Awesome. I'll try to have that jet here by four. Once you land in England and find the bar, ask for Jinx and Deathstroke. Once you find them, give me a call."

Dante raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Deathstroke? I can't wait to see what this guy looks like." He grabbed his duffel and got out the car. With a two fingered salute Jason pulled off, leaving Dante on the curb and in the dust.

"Michaels is tuning up the band. SWEET CHIN MUSIC! One, two, three!"

The sounds of pro wrestling were the only ones being made as Dante's home had become quiet. After changing into his devil hunting gear, he waited patiently for this associate of Jason's to somehow fly a plane into the middle of suburb. He contemplated for an hour whether Jason lied for any number of reasons. Whatever said reason may be, Jason said this ride would be here by four. By time the clock struck 6:30 with not so much as a phone call, Dante had passed out at his desk. Around 8:15, a couple of soft knocks hit his front door, waking Dante up instantly. No matter how tired he might be, he slept with one eye open. You'll never know what kind of psycho might try to get the jump on the infamous devil hunter.

"Hang on, I'm coming." Dante wiped away a bit of drool and sauntered towards the front door, unlocked it, and under the moonlight stood a woman. Clad in a black spaghetti strapped dress, complimented by a fur boa draped over the shoulders. Her eyes were a glowing green. Skin an abnormal color of orange, and hair a darker shade of said color. Hair that was nicely tied with a ribbon holding the ponytail together. Dante couldn't tell what he was seeing, as his own eyes hadn't adjusted to the light.

"Lady...is it just me or did you spend too much time in the tanning bed?"

She giggled. "Very funny. Jason warned me you were quite the jokester."

"He warned you, eh?" Dante leaned against the door frame. "Can that guy ever give anything other than a backhanded compliment?"

"No, I don't think he can. I am Starfire." She extended her hand, which Dante shook.

"Starfire," he repeated. "Is that all one word? Or is it first name Star, last name Fire?"

"Take your pick. Either one is fine by me." Smiled from ear to ear. Giving off a warmth that felt familiar to Dante. He liked her more than Jason already. "My apologies for being late. My preparations for a banquet tonight ran a bit longer than expected. Jason tells me you're going overseas, correct?"

"Yeah, I got the address."

"Wonderful, then let's not waste time shall we."

"Lemme grab my case." Sitting next to the desk was his old guitar case packed with his trusty sword Rebellion and maybe a snack or two depending on how long a job will be. He gripped the handle and walked outside after locking his door. Spinning the key ring around his finger, he asked, "so where's this private jet. Cause I don't see one."

Starfire pointed upwards. Dante threw his head back, laying a jaw dropping gaze upon a fifty foot long, steel grey jet. Hovering in the sky, awaiting its passengers.

"Bad ass. How do we get in?"

Starfire grabbed his free hand and took him into the air. Dante looked down as the street drifted further away by the second. This Starfire chick kept the surprises coming. Reaching the jet's side door, it slid open, and Starfire flew them in. The compact space only lent to four available seats. Two in the front and two behind. The pilot seat happened to be occupied by a man in a tuxedo with a hairstyle similar to Dante's but combed behind his ears.

"Dick," said Starfire. "I have collected our guest."

"Well tell him to strap in, I don't want to be late." He pressed a few buttons, making the jet change direction.

Starfire took the seat next to Dick and pulled over the dual strapped seatbelt. Dante followed suit, taking the seat behind her. Course set, thrusters activated, and throttle hit. Sending the jet towards England.