Gotham's skyline is a jagged silhouette against the night sky, a sprawling urban labyrinth bathed in shadows. The air is thick with tension, a city on edge, as crime and chaos simmer beneath the surface. On a rooftop overlooking a rundown section of Gotham's East End, Red Hood and Jotaro meet to exchange intel.

Red Hood leans against a rusted air conditioning unit, his crimson helmet gleaming faintly in the dim light. He's just finished a solo mission, and his jacket is still smeared with grime and the remnants of a recent skirmish. Jotaro, standing a few feet away, remains silent, his hat pulled low over his eyes, his expression unreadable as always.

Red Hood: "Got your message. Figured you'd want more details before you go headfirst into another one of Gotham's nightmares."

Jotaro gives a small nod, his eyes narrowing slightly as he focuses on Red Hood. The two of them have worked together before—an uneasy alliance formed out of necessity. Red Hood's methods are more brutal, more unforgiving than Batman's, but there's no denying his effectiveness.

Jotaro: "What have you found?"

Red Hood reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small data drive, tossing it to Jotaro, who catches it effortlessly.

Red Hood: "That's everything I've got on the Blackgate Breakout. Word on the street is that a lot of Gotham's rogues are banding together, and it's not just the usual suspects this time. Someone's been pulling strings from the shadows, keeping the cops distracted while they build their own little army. And with Batman's recent disappearance, that's never been easier."

Jotaro plugs the drive into a small device he carries, his eyes scanning the information that pops up on the screen. As he reads, Red Hood continues, his tone serious.

Red Hood: "I'm hearing whispers that Black Mask wasn't just targeting you out of personal vendetta. He's been working with someone higher up the food chain—someone with a lot more resources and a serious grudge against anything or anyone that even smells like a hero."

Jotaro's expression darkens slightly as he processes the intel. It's clear that this isn't just a random series of attacks. There's a pattern here, a deliberate escalation in Gotham's underworld that suggests something much bigger is at play.

Jotaro: "Do you have a name?"

Red Hood hesitates for a moment, his body language showing a rare moment of doubt.

Red Hood: "Not yet. Whoever they are, they're good at covering their tracks. But I've got a few leads I'm following up on. This guy—whoever he is—he's smart, and he's got connections everywhere. Cops, politicians, even some of the crime families that have been laying low since the Falcone days. This isn't just a Gotham problem anymore. It's spreading."

Jotaro nods, absorbing the information. Red Hood's reputation for gathering intel is well-earned, and Jotaro knows that if anyone can find out more, it's him. But the fact that even Red Hood is having trouble pinning down the identity of the mastermind is troubling.

Jotaro: "If they're that well-connected, we need to move quickly before they consolidate any more power. Any idea where they're planning to hit next?"

Red Hood crosses his arms, his posture tense as he considers the question.

Red Hood: "There's been unusual activity around the old Wayne Enterprises warehouses near the docks. Some of my contacts say they've seen shipments coming in at odd hours—heavy stuff, military-grade hardware. Could be they're gearing up for something big. I was planning to check it out myself, but…"

Red Hood pauses, glancing at Jotaro.

Red Hood: "If you're in, we can hit it together. Two of us will have a better chance of catching them off guard."

Jotaro doesn't hesitate. The situation is escalating, and he knows that time is of the essence. Red Hood's tactics may be ruthless, but in a city like Gotham, sometimes that's what it takes to get results.

Jotaro: "Let's do it. We'll take them down before they have a chance to make their next move."

Red Hood nods, pushing off from the wall and checking the ammo in his twin pistols. He's always ready for a fight, and with Jotaro at his side, he knows they have a fighting chance against whatever is brewing in the shadows.

Red Hood: "Alright. Meet me at the docks in an hour. We'll hit them hard and fast, before they even know what's coming."

Jotaro gives a final nod, tucking the data drive into his pocket as he turns to leave the rooftop. As he descends into the shadows of the alley below, his mind is already focused on the upcoming mission. He and Red Hood may be an unlikely team, but in Gotham, sometimes the best allies are the ones who understand that fighting fire with fire is the only way to survive.

As the two vigilantes prepare to face the unknown threat, the city around them hums with a dangerous energy, the calm before the storm.