Jason's boots are heavy as he walks the streets of Gotham's underbelly, rain pattering down on his helmet. The red light district was empty for once, at 5 A.M. on a Tuesday. But the Gold Lantern was open, the neon sign flickering as Jason pushes open the door.

You're sitting at the bar, sipping on a dirty martini when he walks in. The bartender lets out a scared yell, running into the back room. Jason ignores him, walking past the empty tables and sitting beside you on a stool.

"There's something new on the streets." His voice modulator crackles on his words as he places one of his guns on the bar counter. "Something is brewing. Been more activity in and out of the Iceberg Lounge too."

He glanced up at the TV playing the news, the news anchor was going on about crime rates and gang violence. "Gotham crime rates have shot up over 40% this week after the RIddler's attacks on the city." The TV flashed with photos of the carnage from his rampage. "And a new face to watch for is the Red Hood, a violent killer vigilante with a penchant for crooked justice."

Jason looked back at you, tuning out the late-night special on him. You were someone he'd known since he was a kid, one for the very few trusted confidants he'd kept in touch with. And right now, an informant he needed. And he couldn't be getting distracted with your pretty outfit and sultry smile.

"I need to know who's behind it. The new stuff." He watched as you looked at his gun before taking another sip of your martini. "And when it ships out next."