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Poison Oak	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Red Hood brought organization to the freaks of Gotham City. He wasn’t after something ridiculous like killing Batman or stealing everything he could from the rich, all he wanted was to rule the man’s city, to be in control of the crime, to have every psycho and crook report to him. It wasn’t, as he thought, too hard with his particular set of skills.

He had been trained by the Dark Knight, taken in as the man’s second Robin and that gave him everything he needed. Jason Todd didn’t want that life though: living by the ocean in a large manor with an old British butler and the works. Crime seemed to run through his veins. But living as Wayne’s ward had pounded more into him than just deadly skills and charm to match. It taught him that rules and morals were needed, even for a gang, and so Red Hood had set his crew up with just that.

No selling to kids. That gets you a shot in the head.

No stealing money from the boss. That makes you lose a hand, or a couple of fingers (depends how much you try to take).

No harassing the clients. If they’re paying, they deserve to be treated well.

No fighting in the ranks. They’re a team, after all, working for the same man.

And, everyone gets a cut of the profit depending on their worth.

You have to be good to be something more than a thug to Hood. You need to work hard, give as much as you can, then give more and, if the boss finds you interesting enough (*trusts* you enough), you just might become a member of his close ranks, maybe even a lieutenant.

Take the kid for example. She’s been through hell, gotten stronger because of it, learned what she needed to, to make it to the top. Jason remembers quite well when she came to him, hearing about how the man shot Black Mask right between the eyes (“please…I-I have no where else to go.”) Now look at her, sitting across from his desk, reading a report, looking finer than hell in that black dress with swells of blonde hair sweeping down her shoulders, framing the dark, skull half-mask.

“--and, last, Jonesy claims his new shipment got stolen.” The girl looks up from her papers, eyeing the man from behind the white lenses of her mask and offering him a little smirk.

“And what do you think, Steph? Was it stolen or…did he take it for his own?”

“Well,” she reclines in the chair, throwing one leg atop the other as she makes a thinking noise. “Knowing Jonesy’s past reported activity…I would say he stole it, but not for himself. Someone bigger…maybe someone like Falcone.”

Jay frowns at the name. Falcone’s family is the last thing standing in his way to total power over Gotham’s crime and it’s a problem that he hasn’t had the luck to get rid of yet. The brunette plays absently with a pen, throwing his feet up onto the desk as he reclines in his chair. He raises his chin for just a moment before sighing just a bit dramatically. “Then take him out. But get back my damn drugs first. If you can’t do it--”

“I can.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself, doll.” He puts his feet back on the ground and leans into his desk to watch on with some amusement across his young features.

“I’m good. My team is *damn* good.” Stephanie shuts the file folder so she can throw it onto the man’s desk, effectively ridding herself of it and the other problems that go with it. She shifts in her seat, adjusts her dress and combs her fingers through her long hair. “We can do this.”

“Alright, then. I guess if you’re sure… Good luck out there, Black Mask. Don’t get yourself shot up. You’re the best babe I’ve got.” He knows she’s winking under the heavy, ebony mask and a part of her is probably tempted to blow him a kiss. Instead, the girl stands, tugging on the bottom of her little black dress before she heads towards the door, hips swinging, heels tapping against the wood floor of his office.

Jason laughs and shakes his head, setting the pen down so his fingers can dance over the day’s Gotham Chronicle. He’s read it, and is more than aware of the article about Robinson Park, the very sudden, and late, growth of the land’s flora. It’s suspicious, effectively piquing his interest. (which isn’t the easiest thing to do).

He leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling and thinking. He could go to the park, get to the bottom of all of this…possibly find a new ally (anyone will work for him if he pays them enough or pulls at their heartstrings). It all sounds like a good plan and he hasn’t been out with nature for a while. Tommy always says it’s good to get some fresh air every so often, especially for him.

The man stands quickly, going to fetch his shoulder holster and jacket when there’s a knock on his office door. Jay sighs, securing his guns, turning the safety off on each. “What is it?”

The door opens and Dr. Elliot steps halfway into the room, wearing a frown across his aged features. “Jason, there’s someone downstairs that you need to see. He’s been asking about you…by name.”

There aren‘t many people out there who know Red Hood is Jason Todd, and know they can find him at his loft in the top floor of his downtown jazz club, The Lammergeier. “*Shit*. What does he look like? Did you get a name?”

“I was just listening in at the bar, he didn’t say his name though. Redhead, about 6 foot, muscular, especially in the arms.”

The younger man tenses, staring off into space for a few long, silent moments, the hum of his computers the only noise in the room. He turns around slowly to face the doctor, his hand still clutching a Beretta from when he had put it away in the holster. “Green eyes, soul patch?” Jason motions with his fingers, sliding them under his lip. Tommy nods and the man immediately mumbles a few curses under his breath. “Fucking christ.”

“You know him.”

“Unfortunately yes. Have Cane bring him up for me, yeah?”

The doctor nods before stepping back to shut the door, leaving Jason to his solitude. The man begins to pace slowly around the room, thoughts going through his head a mile a minute. He never expected to see Roy Harper again, not that he hadn’t possibly deserved this but…he moved past that phase of his life a long time ago. He was younger then, only by a few years, but it was enough. A person can change a lot in a short time, Jason was definitely testament to that.

He wipes a hand over his brow, slowing to a stand still. He can’t let himself dig up old memories, let Harper make him lose his cool (make him remember every touch, every--). Jason trembles, moving towards his gear cabinet to put his twin pistols away. There was no need for them, he wouldn’t have to pull a gun on the redhead. Roy was smart, he would know not to push Jay.

As there’s a few heavy knocks on the door, the crime lord moves to his desk, perching casually on the edge, his hands sitting against the mahogany. He runs his fingers through his hair quickly and breathes deep before ordering the door to be opened. Cane, one of his bigger bouncers down in the club, enters the room and makes way for the redheaded archer.

Roy looks everything like Jason remembers (probably smells, feels…*tastes* the same), broad shoulders and enough muscle to make him more than a little intimidating, though, if you know him well enough, it’s easy to see he’s soft around the edges. The archer slides a hand through his short, red hair and coughs when he sees the brunette. Cane is waved off and it’s only the two of them, alone with their thoughts.

“Hello, Roy.”

“Jason…I didn’t think--”

“You want a drink?” Jay slides off his desk, making a B line for the wet bar, grabbing two glasses despite the “no” he hears from the redhead. He pours an Amaretto for Roy and straight vodka for himself (though he’s tempted to down it right there then pour another). Jason turns on his heel, walking slowly towards the archer, noticing the man tense under his leather motorcycle jacket. “If I recall correctly, you enjoy a little coffee liqueur after a hard day of work…” He pushes the glass into Roy’s hand and smiles when he accepts.

“I’m sure you recall more than that.”

“I might. Let’s get down to business though. I’m a busy man.” He sips at the vodka, blue eyes alight with amusement as he looks over Roy. He studies the man up close and he still appears as amazing as ever, doesn’t even look like he’s aged (surprising with that high-energy daughter he has). “You wanted to talk.”

“It’s funny…they wouldn’t tell me at first,” he stares into the glass, a strained chuckle on his voice as he finally takes a drink.

Jason, of course, knows what he’s talking about, but he moves away, back towards his desk, and questions the man anyways. “Who wouldn’t tell you what?”

“You know damn well.”

“Do I?”

“Dick and Bruce. They wouldn’t tell me about *you*. About what happened, where you went. …I asked why you left and they didn’t have an answer.”

“Now *that*--,” Jason snorts and takes another sip of his drink, “--is fucking hilarious. Those two…let me tell you, they just do *not* share shit with anybody.”

The archer raises a brow as he watches the younger man, squeezing the glass in his hand. Nobody’s told him anything, but he has the right to know what happened to his boyfriend--*ex*-boyfriend. Roy shakes his head with a sorry sigh after a moment, attempting to relax just a bit. There really wasn’t anything amusing about the bat family keeping secrets from him. “Then you’ll tell me?” He can hear Jay thinking, and that’s a bit disconcerting. It means he’ll say--

“No. I’m past that. That was another lifetime and I don’t feel like digging up dirt that old, Harper.”

Roy can’t go on not knowing *why* Jason disappeared off the face of the planet, left him hanging, alone, worried sick and stressed out, thinking the bird had died somewhere and no one was going to find the body. He would even prefer a lie at this point, anything to help him sleep easier at night, but he could see, even a lie wasn’t going to come easy.
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