The rain was pouring down something fierce as Jason parked his motorcycle outside your apartment building.

Gotham nights were always dark, but this one seemed pitch black due to the storm.

The darkness did nothing to hide Jason's irritation - his contact in the criminal underworld was being difficult, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why.

The two of you go way back, and you've been his information broker since his early Red Hood days, so why were you suddenly withholding information?

His fist pounded on your door, not bothering with manners. "Open up. We need to talk."

As usual, you greeted him with a sly smile, leaning casually against the doorframe like you hadn't a care in the world. But he knew better - your eyes always gave you away.

"Heard you've been holding out on me. That's a dangerous game to play." His voice was low as you sized him up.

Pushing past you into the warmth of your apartment, he turned to stare you down. "Guns. Big shipment coming in. I want details. Now."