Jason's day had been going ok until Grayson found him. In fact, he might even have gone so far as to say it had been a halfway to good day. He hadn't lost his (admittedly fairly short) temper, hadn't crossed paths with the Bat, was in reasonably high spirits for once. The appearance of Bruce's snotty golden boy had brought those spirits crashing down like a ton of bricks. Sure, they'd seen each other a few times since his last major run in with law enforcement, and heck, Dick had made it clear that he knows exactly who the mysterious antihero with anger issues he kept getting into fights with was, but this was just insulting. He had called for backup with a lead on some villain roaming around Gotham, and although Jason had managed to come up with at least seven reasons not to join Dick on his mission, he had somehow still wrangled him into going. At least Joker was still locked up in Arkham; Jason didn't particularly feel like seeing that particular psychopath's face today. Or ever, actually. But regardless of his own views on the matter, he was forced to accept, and an hour or so later, here he was up on the rooftops of Gotham, ready to jump into action.
'Right, let's get this done, Little Wing,' came the singsong voice of Nightwing through Red Hood's earpiece.
'Do not,' he hissed in return, 'call me that. I am not your "little wing", I am,' he paused to stress the difference, 'Red Hood, and next time you try and call me by some pet name, I swear to god, I will gut you like a fucking fish.'
'Oh come on, you know you love it!' came the voice again, but with a touch of apology this time. Dick had seen what Jason had become, knew what he was capable of. It was painstakingly clear how much he hated this new, angrier rebirth of the cheerful little Robin he'd known.
Jason started to raise his middle finger before realising that Grayson couldn't actually see him. 'Fuck you,' he muttered into his mouthpiece, 'let's get this done so I can get out of here, and as far away from you as possible!'
'I'm not that ugly!' Nightwing protested, feigning hurt. Jason just growled, prompting the other vigilante to take some initiative and leap from his perch onto the street below.

***

The three thieves lay unconscious, tied together on the tarmac, blood leaking from their noses. Red Hood and Nightwing had vanished into the shadows long ago, the only remaining indication of their presence being a batarang embedded in the wall above the trio and a bullet hole shot clean through a grimy glass window.
The fingers of one of the criminals twitched, and her eyes flickered open. Her mouth curved into a grin as she saw that the vial in her hand was empty.

'Objective achieved.'

A/N: Ok, I know it's short, but bear with me! This is my first wattpad fanfiction.
More updates will follow but I'll probably keep a really sporadic writing schedule so don't expect regular updates! And don't forget to vote ;)

~Freya <3