The last thing Jason Todd wanted was to be surrounded by people dancing around him at an abandoned warehouse. Too many people coming in contact, too close to feel the loaded gun in his holster. The smell of alcohol and sweat was being filtered out thanks to his helmet but that didn't mean there would still be a faint whiff of it whenever he breathed.

Before, he would have been thrilled to join in the crowd during the downtime of patrol or when he was out on a mission with Bruce. But that was a long, long time ago. Back when he was still Robin, a sidekick before the Joker had killed him.

Now, he hated that the people around him were having a good time tonight. Especially when these parties were only held as a coverup for a deeper underground and illegal street racing here. In his territory without his knowledge. He owned this part of Gotham and under his rule, no one was going to operate anything illegal without his knowledge.

He ventured away from the party down to a flight of stairs that had been heavily guarded. Each level had fewer people until he reached the basement of the warehouse, where two heavily armed guards stood.

"I'm just here lookin' for a joyride, boys," Jason stated as he raised up both of his hands. Before either could respond, he grabbed both of their shirts and collided them together, rendering them unconscious.

"Now, this is what I'm talking about." He stated as the doors opened wide, revealing what he was looking for.

There were only a handful of people, each in their little group. And each with their racing car roaring with life. Some were expensive looking and others seemed to be vintage. Yet each of them had their distinct design, a trademark of a sort. But tension rose high amongst the participants as one lady drunkenly spoke to everyone in the room.

"Alright! Race's about to start!" She yelled out, giggling away as she turned to look at the new arrival. "What 'bout you, kid? Lookin' for a good time tonight?"