The bats were tasked with taking down a notorious drug gang. One responsible for most of the drug activity in Gotham. Since the gang was pretty much in control of the drug industry, they were extremely difficult to locate. So much so that even Barbara struggled to find any information.

After hours of digging, she’d finally got a lead. It was a weak lead, but after getting help from Tim, she got a name- or rather a nickname of someone who could help.

By what Oracle had shown them, you were an incredible informant. It seemed you knew everything about the lower levels of Gotham society. You’d even helped commissioner Gordon and the GCPD a few times, although under different names and aliases. You would definitely be of help.

The only problem was finding you. It could be easily deducted that you only helped if you wanted to; there was no way of contacting you or finding you, you were virtually nonexistent. There was nothing in any files on any of your aliases.

Then Jason gets lucky one night on his patrol as Red Hood and overhears two henchmen talking about a martial arts competition where an ‘all seeing’ would be competing. Red Hood could only assume that this ‘all seeing’ was you, right? Nightwing agreed; it had to be you.

So now the five bats available—Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, and Damian—are walking through the huge venue filled with competitors and audiences in their civilian clothes. It would be easier to find you if they could walk around the mats and get closer, something they wouldn’t have been able to do if they were in their vigilante costumes.

“Great. How the hell are we supposed to find anyone in here?" Jason grumbles when the competitions begin on all the mats inside the stadium, creating a pandemonium of cheering and yelling.