"I'll give you one last chance," the nozzle of Jason's gun pressed firmly into your jaw as he leaned down to you, red helm inches from your quivering body. He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your inevitable answer.

The Red Hood made a show of sauntering into the back of the Iceberg Lounge, where all the young waitresses and dancers clamored until their shifts. He was requesting Cobblepot pronto, before getting into a scuffle with Penguin's security. That's how he found you, a low-level goon. Easy target.

Now, he had you backed against a damp wall of the outside alleyway, crouched before your startled form, a gun to your head.

"Where's the big man?"