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January 15, 2019:

Red Hood meets with someone who's asking specifically for him.

Gotham City

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Fade In…

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The night settles on Gotham like a blanket of dark satin. The clouds overhead look heavy with the potential of rain, but it's cold enough tonight that if Gotham is lucky, there is a very real chance of a blanket of snow fall. The city echos with the sounds of traffic and the omnipresent sirens in the distance. The Bat symbol shines against the overhead clouds, lighting up the sky like Gotham's own private and personalized moon.

The Red Hood is out tonight despite the cold. Word through the grapevine is that someone is looking for the Hood and wants to meet. Jason doesn't like this at all. No one should WANT to see the Red Hood. Not even his allies should really want to see him. There was a time and a place attached to this summons, so the Red Hood is on time. Somewhat…

Jason sits across an alley from the meeting spot, a high powered rifle aimed in on the spot. He watches through it, the magnification allowing him a prefect few on the meeting sight. He waits unmoving for the summoner to arrive.

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Lena was on time, always and without question. If she laid the plan down, she would keep to it. Getting up the location was a bit of a chore, though not something that would stop her from being where she said she would be and when. At length, he'll see who calls him, from fluffy trimmed winter coat down to her thick boots and the oddly shaped weapon that rests on her hip. Her head turns, side to side, trying to see into the shadows for any hiding spot the one in red might have picked up. Her arms lift into the air, a twitch of pain marking across her pale face, but she holds them out, gloved palms open.

"Come out, come out, whereever you are." She calls into the chilly night, her words not even kicking up a puff of white. She turns, 360, a slow motion to expose herself on all sides.

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Red Hood lets out a sigh. "Fine mess you've gotten yourself into," He mutters to himself. Jason shimmies out of his hiding space, slinging the rifle back onto his back. He creeps up, attempting to make a semi-circuitous route to where Lena is. He eventually comes to the spot itself, finding a suitably dramatic place to emerge from and stashing his rifle there.

"You wanted to see me?" The Red Hood says, stepping out into the open finally, giving Captain Cold a very fierce glare.

*

Fierce as can be behind a mask of red and a voice box allows. The sound causes her to turn and face him, a smirk pressing at her dark lips as her eyes are hidden away by the slim silver and blue of her visors. With him here, her hands go down, resting slack by her sides. "Well, look at that. Red Dead showed up after all." She muses, moving up closer to him and turning off, beginning to circle around him in a casual manner.

"I'm not leaving." She tells him without much of a delay. "When I'm in this city, I'm working in this city. You can try to stop me, but I'm not going anywhere. No one tells me what to do, where I can and cannot go. Not you, nor anyone else in Gotham." Coming to stand before him, she lifts a finger as if to silence him before he can speak. "However, I'm not a terrible negotiator. I bring gifts when I parley with someone. For example, I can give you something you can use if you're interested. Information about a supposed 'crime boss' that has links to the likes of Thorne and Falcone. If, that is, you're interested."

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As she circle's him, the Red Hood circle's her. He keeps his eyes on her, and matches her movements around him slowly. His stance is neutral, but tense, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.

"You want to commit crime in my city, you will be stopped," the Hood growls. "If not by me, then by Robin, Nightwing, or even the big Bat himself. They aren't as nice as me, Cold." He stands broadside to her, his hands clenched into fists. "I don't negotiate for the right for you to do your business in my city. You are breaking the law. That doesn't fly."

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"Well if you insist. You can continue chasing me and go after /one/ problem with your dirty little city. Or, you can go after a hive, packed with more good feelings and noble deeds than just going after someone like me. You wanted me to do more than 'steal shit', I'm offering you information. Pity you don't want it." Her shoulders bounce gently before she turns away from the mask and starts to head for the fire-escape. "Nice talking to you, Hood. I'll be seeing you around."

*

"And if you actually knew what good feelings and Noble Deeds where, you would give me the information anyway," The Red Hood replies with a voice dripping in venom. "You know exactly the kinds of people you are dealing with. Is the loss of life, the terror on the streets, and the horror they perpetuate really worth so little to you?"

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"Cute. You think your city is the only one suffering from the 'criminal condition'." She lingers and considers him for a moment longer, her fingers tapping idly. Turning, she moves back up to him. "The Hook, was it? There's a warehouse there that houses an ape, last name Dyke. Claims to be Irish and that's his affiliation. Claims to 'teach new blood' how this city works. Owns them, sells them out to bigger names. Go shine your little light on that and get off my back, Hood."

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"Not at all," The Hood replies, very matter-of-factly. "But you don't ask an Oncologist to treat a heart attack. This is my city." The mask is impassive as she moves back up to him. "I was like you, once," He says quietly. "Angry. Lonely. Thought the world hated me. You don't have to walk that path anymore. There is a better way."

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Lena giggles. "Oh, fuck off. That's not what this is at all. Nice, try, though. Sales pitch is nice, especially with a voice box that makes you sound like you want to hurt everyone. This is /my/ way and that's just how I am. I've accepted that and your opinion doesn't matter." A pause, she cants her head. "Well, go take care of your city, Hood. I think our conversation is over."

*

"Is it?" The Red Hood says, his look not wavering. "Ways change every day. Just the way you are now is not the way you will be in a month. I can guarentee that, Cold." He glares at her again. "If my opinion really didn't matter, would you have arranged this? Would you have taken the time to even speak to me?"

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"You threatened to end me. I'm only here offering you anything because of someone else. Either take me down like you said you would, or stop talking." Reaching the escape, she glances back his way briefly. "Nice chat." Heading up and over, the girl in frost and wearing a parka starts thunking down the old, iron steps, heading for street level.

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Red Hood doesn't make any move to stop her, but the thought does cross his mind. He wants to call out; take his helmet off just to see the expression on her face. Jason thinks better of it though. "You idiot," He grumbles at himself. "Hopefully she doesn't get dead."

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