Walking into my office with Jason behind me is...awkward. My secretary, Leona, looks completely stunned at his appearance. Probably because if there were something going on I would tell her.

Once we're safe from prying eyes behind my office door, I have a look at what Telysha left for me. It's evidence against one of the small-time gangs we've been trying to bag, but I know it will never stick.

Jason looks out the window miserably as I sit at my desk.

"You've done what you needed to, why are we still here?"

"I just need to check next week's schedule," I snap. He frowns.

"You're being shot at during your cases and your still going to fight them?" He asks stupidly. I roll my eyes and switch off my computer, standing up.

"Of course not. That's not all I do. I have things to investigate. Some of those things concern you, of course. Well; Red Hood more specifically."

He stays silent as I walk over to my draw and file the evidence away, "Let's go."

It's fun that whatever I do, he has to as well. We get into the lift where two other people are. Good; he can't verbally attack me.

Wait.

"DA Meadow!"

One of the scummiest, two-faced most conniving and malicious reporters from Gotham's greatest gossip rag stands before me; Jessica Brenic.

"Miss Brenic," I grind my teeth, trying not to sound vindictive. I can see the headlines about Jason and I forming in her large eyeballs.

"Are the two of you on a date?" She begins, taking out her phone and no doubt typing an exaggeration of what is really happening. I roll my eyes.

"Oh yes, we're on a date to my office," I hiss, my words dripping with sarcasm.

"Todd has two Ds, doesn't it?"

I try not to laugh at the dark look Jason gives her, but fail. The lift opens and I shove passed Jessica with him close behind. Both of us slip our sunglasses on and head into the underground lot.

"Who the hell was that?"

"Queen of journalism gossip," I tell him, "Just in case you're still on you're 'no one gives a shit about you' rhetoric.

His- my car which he drove, is parked five spaces along from my Hennessy.

"You know since you're not staff you-"

The explosion is so sudden that in the next second I can't remember what it sounded like. I'm thrown backwards, so is Jason. All I see in my sight are orange flames, before the passenger door of my blue Camaro flies over head, on fire.

My back hits the concrete hard. I quickly sit up and look for the culprits but have no time- Jason grabs my hand and yanks me up. Where my pretty blue Camaro used to sit, now lies a burning pile of rubbish.

There's heavy-armored footfall in the distance. I spot a sleek black SUV cruising on the other side, headed our way.

"Keys!"

I rip the Hennessy keys from my pocket and throw them to him. He opens the car and we climb in, barely closing the doors before he pulls out and races towards the exit.

"It should stay open long enough, just rear-end them," I say, gesturing to the parking gate up ahead and the one car leaving through it. He hits the accelerator and we fly right up the car's ass, just barely knocking them before Jason tears the steering wheel left and we escape. my low bonnet pushing it out of the way

"Fucking car bomb," I mutter, taking my gun out from my glove box. "Not again." I've had a few car bombs in my life time.

"Call Batman," is all Jason says as I toss my coat behind us. I pull y now cracked mobile out and use the Bat's speed dial. He answers straight away.

"Are you injured?"

"I'm fine. He's fine. How did you-"

"They just tried to bomb my limo, as well as the Commissioner's car. Look behind you. What do you see?"

I glance over my shoulder to the back window.

"An SUV and about eight black motorbikes tailing us," I tell him, "Each bike has two people on it."

"Put Jason on the phone."

I pass him the phone and he continues to steer with one hand.

We wind through the streets of Gotham with a bunch of killers following us. Just as we turn onto the main street, the passenger on the front bike pulls out a weapon from his belt.

"Jason..." I mumble, before he suddenly throws it. I let out an embarrassing scream and flatten myself against the door.

The blade goes straight through the back window, through the car and out through the windscreen, leaving two clean cracks.

"Motherfucker," I cock my gun, get low between the seats and aim.

The wheel seems logical. I fire and my bullet hits its mark, causing the front tyre of the bike to burst. The driver and passenger are sent flying over the handlebars.

Jason, now off of the phone, grabs my attention.

"You drive!" He yells.

Keeping his foot on the accelerator, hand on the wheel, he half stands on the drivers seat. I get the idea, kick my heels off and stand as well. He keeps me steady with a hand on my waist as I step over the centre of the car to the driver's seat floor.

Another blade is thrown, which slashes straight through my shoulder, leaving a large, gushing gash there.

Gritting my teeth, I move my other leg, a third blade narrowly missing my back. Jason just begins taking his foot off the accelerator, as I put mine there and press.

I grab the steering wheel with both hands and swing my other leg over, landing in the seat as he jumps into the back.

"Give me your gun!" He shouts. I throw it over my shoulder and change gears, flooring it down the next road.

"Where are we going?" I call out, as he fires shot after shot, the evidence of his success ringing in my ears.

"Just get downtown!" He yells back. I change gears again and begin driving towards Gotham's worst suburbs, between the main city and Blüdhaven. Luckily this part of the city is very quiet because it's a Sunday, so there are only a few cars to swerve and pedestrians to beep at.

I chance a glance in the mirror to see four bikes left. The pain in my arm intensifies. Blood runs down and over my elbow, dripping onto the seat.

Streets and houses become dirtier and smaller as we delve into the worse parts of Gotham City. Jason has pulled his helmet out of nowhere, which for some stupid schoolgirl reason make me feel safer.

Everything begins slowing down the more blood I lose; I hate these few years I've spent without powers. Weak, vulnerable and and a liability.

My blood is now a pool at my side. I continue to feel woozy and uncoordinated.

"Left here!" Jason shouts. I turn left onto a tightly closed street. Jason fires his gun one more time. There is an explosion, before the only sound I hear is the car driving, a high pitch ringing and shuffling beside me.

The shuffling is Jason, taking the passenger seat.

"Holy shit," he whispers, grabbing my arm with a surprisingly gentle touch. I wince, succeeding in remaining silent.

"Pull over," he instructs, drawing back.

The streets are empty, despite being 1:00 in the afternoon. I pull into an empty space on the side of the road. Jason jumps out and runs around to my side, opening the door.

I turn in the seat and place my feet on the pavement, putting my head in my hands. I take a deep breath and gain my composure, sporting an emotionless expression.

"Are you going to blow up my car?" I ask quietly. I know how these things work, having grown up in a mob family.

"Yes. He instructed me to keep you hidden. Stay low for a while. Dick's with your sister and the Commissioner."

He opens the back door and reaches in, grabbing my handbag and coat for me. I take out some bandages from the medical kit in the centre compartment and begin wrapping my arm, as Jason talks to Batman again.

I finishing tying my injury and collect the rest of my things.

"Anything else you want to grab?" Jason asks.

I stop to think. Oh yeah...

I reach underneath the driver's seat and pull out a compartment, filled with five different guns, two grenades and four knives.

Jason inhales sharply, "You didn't think those would have come in handy earlier?"

"Well you beat them, didn't you?" I respond plainly.

"No thanks to you," he mutters, snatching two of the guns.

"No thanks to me?"

"We wouldn't be here if you hadn't made that stupid statement back at the manor! Calling a bunch of guys who are trying to ruin hundreds of lives with those keys a 'couple of criminals'. You pissed them off!"

"Like they weren't pissed before?"

A car drives passed one of the streets, prompting both of us to put our weapons away. I take a couple more things and stuff them in my bag. A motorbike rumbles in the distance.

He grabs my arm just under the cut, which hurts like hell, "One of my apartments is nearby. C'mon."

"If you don't let me go-" I groan through gritted teeth as he starts pulling me along.

"What?" He challenges. I reach over and slap the cut on his back.

"Son of a bitch!" He exclaims, letting me go.

My hand rests on the hilt of my gun, waiting for him to do something. I obviously can't see through his helmet. He's probably glaring at me.

"Let's go," I say firmly, shoving past him. Once we're around the corner, I hear my car blow up for the second time today.