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“Ok… explain this one more time?”
Jason looked down at the grimacing vigilante in front of him. Tim was sitting at the bat-computer in his Red-Robin uniform.
His Domino was laying on the desk so Jason could see the guilty look in his eyes as the teen turned back to the screen.
“ Jason. I’m serious.”
“ The Epstein files… Red, how in the absolute fuck did you find this. ”
“I told you!” Tim says, looking back at his brother,
“I was trying to track Slade!”
Jason doesn’t respond, he takes the mouse from Tim’s hand and starts scrolling.
Deathstroke had broken into Dick’s apartment last week while he was on patrol.
The assassin left behind “you’ll never get away” in blood on the bathroom mirror and Dick’s Renegade mask.
Jason was quiet for a while as he skimmed the documents, pausing every once in a while to read.
“Who the fuck is Bubba?” Jason mutters under his breath as he clicks a video link.
“NO WAIT-“
The bat-computer is suddenly filled with multi angled footage of Donald Trump and Bill Clinton…(I’m not writing all that)
“HOLY FUCK! MY EYES!”
“AHHHHH!!!”
“WHY IS IT ORANGE?!”
“JASON! TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF!”
“NO! SHIT THATS THE VOLUME!”
“OH DONNY!”
-beep
The batcave is plunged into silence as the screen goes blank.
The next ten minutes go by wordlessly.
Jason stares blankly into the armor casings, questioning if this second chance at life was worth it.
Tim works silently at the computer (president-free) and pulls up the specific information he needs to track Slade.
“Bruce does not hear of this.”
Jason says, slowly walking back over to the computer before turning to Tim.
“Nope. We will never speak of it again.”
“Ok. So how does this” He asks, gesturing at the screen.
“Help you find Slade's location?” Jason asks, as he watches the younger vigilante work.
“Well… he seemed to have connections with the dude and some of those people led me to a possible safe house he’s using. Evidently the threat of leaking your involvement with Epstein gets people talking. ”
Jason turns slowly to Tim. A look of horror on his face.
“I’m sorry. Are you telling me Slade Wilson was buddies with JEFFERY FUCKING EPSTEIN?!”
“Um..” Tim mutters, as he switches tabs and a map pops up.
“It certainly seems that way. But I have his location and Bruce isn’t home yet.”
Jason smiles wider than Tim had seen before as they both stand up.
“Well. Let’s give him some company!”
Tim grabs his mask with a grin and races over to the Redbird as he puts his comm in and switches to Jason’s line.
“Hood. I’m sending you the coordinates. Race ya there?”
“You’re going down replacement!”
Jason’s motorcycle peels out of the batcave as the door opens, smoke billowing behind him.
Tim is in hot pursuit and swerves ahead as they exit city limits and cross into Blüdhaven.
The Hood cackles as the wind whips through his leather jacket. They’re getting close the the safe house and Red’s security footage shows Slade's there right now.