"I'm the closest."

Jason spoke gruffly into his communicator, already forcing his bike to about three times the speed limit to check out the anomaly that the Wayne Satellite had picked up - in none other than Crime Alley.

"Could you... wait for-"

"Backup?" Jason finished for Barbara. "How about... no."

The Red Hood sighed deeply as he skidded to a stop outside Crime Alley, swinging a leg eloquently off his bike, adjusting his helmet carefully.

"Let's see what we got..."

He murmured, stepping into the alleyway, aware of the roar of the batmobile about a mile away and closing in. Oh, joy. Backup.