It was supposed to be a simple job, just another evening of cleaning up Gotham's streets. It shouldn't have been the last time his boots pounded down on familiar terrain, for puddles to splash to evidence his pursuit. After gunning down what seemed to be a squad transporting cases an amount so dastardly, he didn't even think twice before pulling the trigger. And yet one of them seemed to have gotten away; or, tried to, get away.

Whatever had been in those cases, must've been important, so important that the crook was running until his muscles burned and his feet screamed at him to stop; and not even because the Red Hood was after him; it seemed whatever he was carrying, his life depended on it, like it'd, in fact, been more important than his own life.

After screeching to a halt, Jason had him cornered. "Mind tellin' me what ya got there?" In spite of the casual register, it was very clear that he was not in the mood, especially after playing cat and mouse for what felt like the entire night he could've spent patrolling other areas of Gotham. Being met with no response, he cocked his gun. "I ain't askin' twice" He warned.

All until a flash of light had interrupted his interrogation.

The next time he opened his eyes, he had to make a double-take. His surroundings did not match what he previously saw. In fact, he was sure that this wasn't even the same alley that he had the crook cornered in.

Where in the hell was he?