The warehouse was the kind of place where deals got made and people went missing. Rusted beams groaned above, and broken windows let in streaks of that ugly Gotham sunset—just enough light to catch the dust floating in the air like old secrets. The place smelled like mildew, oil, and something else that probably used to be human.

Both bosses had rolled in with their muscle, ready to talk—or fight, depending on how the night played out. What they didn’t expect was Red Hood interrupting the meet, for he had set it up like he did the previous one. Only that this one was on a little bit different caliber.

At first, everyone moved like they were ready to throw down. But he was already standing at the table, holding a pistol to each head—Big Lou on one side, Sophia Falcone on the other. That shut the room up fast.

“If any of you so much as twitch,” Red Hood said, casual as hell, “I’ll blow this fat fucker’s brains out. And then I’ll put another one through your boss lady’s thick skull.”

He clicked the hammers back. No bluff in his voice. Just ice.

“Don’t test me,” he said, giving a side-eye to the goons trying to figure out if they could make a move without getting their leaders killed.

“Do. Not. Test. Me,” he repeated. “Remember what happened to the Bertinellis?”

Sophia’s eyes narrowed. That message from the Book Keeper flashed through her mind. The warning that made her lie awake at night, clutching a pistol under her pillow.

Some of her guys shifted uncomfortably. Those who knew what happened with the Bertinellis that night, were suddenly rethinking their chances of walking out of here.

“Why?” Sophia asked through gritted teeth. “We didn’t do anything to deserve a message like that.”

Her voice was tight with anger, but you could hear the curiosity buried under it. Red Hood wasn’t on anyone’s radar until that night. Then he showed up out of nowhere, wiped out that faction of the Bertinelli crew in one night. 

Unprovoked.

“Oh, that?” he said, like it was no big deal. “That was just my introduction.”

Sophia raised an eyebrow. “Hell of a fucking introduction.”

“That turf borders Black Mask’s territory,” he said, cutting to the point. “From now on, none of your guys go there to collect protection money. That area’s under my protection.”

“And why would I do that?” she asked, tone calm but daring. “Go along with your demands or burn? That it?”

Red Hood tilted his head slightly. “Good. So you did get my message from the Book Keep.”

Big Lou looked confused as hell, clearly out of the loop. His eyes bounced between them, trying to piece it together but smart enough to keep his mouth shut for now.

“But burn?” Red Hood continued, now looking at both of them. “Nah. I’m thinking bigger. This could end just like that night—only this time, it’s the heads of two cousin empires that roll.”

“The Bertinellis,” some guard whispered.

Big Lou scoffed. “You really expect us to believe one guy did all that?”

Red Hood didn’t flinch. “Try me and find out.”

As he moved slightly, his jacket shifted just enough to flash the symbol on his chest. That red-accented bat.

Big Lou went still. Then slowly turned to his crew. “Put down your guns.”

Sophia gave her crew a nod too. She was still trying to decide whether he was for real, but something about him screamed don’t push your luck.

Jason clocked the shift in their posture. Fear. Respect. Maybe both.

‘Use one as an example, and the rest will learn,’ he thought.

“Now, as I was saying—”

He didn’t finish. Both pistols yanked clean out of his hands and flew across the room—no one touched them.

‘What the fuck—my guns?’

Before he could react, he felt it. His limbs locked. He couldn’t move. His body froze like he was being held up by something invisible. He was suspended in the air like a puppet, completely helpless, guns now pointed dead at him from all sides.

‘Telekinesis? Seriously? That’s what we’re doing now?’

He scanned the room calmly. He’d been trained for this—keep your mind clear, even when the world’s gone sideways. Whoever was doing this had to be struggling a bit. Holding a grown man up with just their mind wasn’t easy.

“Thanks for coming to me,” Sophia said, stepping forward through her men like she was walking on stage. “You were starting to become a real pain to find. It was like you didn’t even exist. New guy, huh?”

She kept her eyes on him like a predator. “That’s probably why you thought you could mess with me and the other families.”

Jason’s brain was racing. One of these assholes was a metahuman. But which one?

“Ice this motherfucker—”

“Hold,” Sophia cut in sharply. “I want to see his face.”

Red Hood turned his head slightly. “Hard pass. You’re not my type.”

Big Lou barked a laugh before quickly shutting up.

Sophia ignored it, eyes locked on Jason. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy torturing you. I want to see your eyes when you beg.”

“Sorry, honey. I’m not into that kink.”

She didn’t rise to the bait. But her eyes flashed with rage.

“Kill him!” Big Lou shouted, too freaked out by that bat symbol to let this ride.

Jason’s peripheral caught movement—gray suit, arm stretched. Focused look on his face.

‘Gotcha.’

Then, plink—a small pellet dropped from Jason’s utility belt.

A second later, smoke exploded, thick and white, filling the room.

All hell broke loose.

The gunfire lit up the fog like fireworks. Bullets tore through the air, shouts and yells echoing off the steel walls. But in the confusion, the telekinetic’s grip slipped just for a second.

Jason hit the ground in a roll, snatched his crowbar mid-motion, and whipped it across the room like a fastball.

A scream cut through the chaos.

He moved through the smoke like a ghost, blade in hand, carving through anything that got in his way. Screams, gunshots, choking on blood—it all blended into a symphony of carnage.

Sophia and Big Lou huddled low, crawling for cover, unable to see through the fog that now stank of blood and gunpowder.

And then, silence.

When the smoke cleared, it looked like something out of a horror flick.

Bodies were everywhere. Chopped up. Bleeding out. The metahuman was pinned to a pillar, a crowbar through his shoulder. His head lay three feet away.

Red Hood stood in the center of the massacre, blade in one hand, pistol in the other, aimed right at the two bosses.

Big Lou and Sophia opened fire. Red Hood moved like a blur. He deflected one shot, dodged the rest, and in a blink, was up in Big Lou’s face.

CRACK.

One brutal kick shattered Lou’s knee. He dropped with a howl, collapsing to all fours. Red Hood pressed the blade under his chin, gun still pointed at Sophia.

“I didn’t bring you two here to start a war,” he said, calm as ever. “I brought you here to stop one. Your feud’s starting to screw with the city.”

Sophia slowly lowered her gun, keeping her eyes on him.

“That’s funny,” she said. “Batman said something similar a few nights ago. Only difference is—you’ve got a gun in my face.”

Jason tilted his head. “Yeah. That’s ’cause I’m not the Bat.”

“No shit,” Big Lou grunted, still on the ground. “You shattered my fucking knee.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I broke,” Red Hood shot back.

Sophia crossed her arms. “Fine. We’ll listen. But tell me something—how long you been in Gotham?”

Jason smirked. “Since Don Carmine Falcone ran the show. I’ve been around. I ain’t no rookie.”

Big Lou cursed under his breath. “Doesn’t matter. You still busted my knee, asshole.”

Jason shrugged. “Could’ve been worse.”

Sophia cut in. “So what started this mess, huh?”

Jason leaned back, guns now lowered but still ready. “You really think this all started because of one blown shipment? One torched lab?”

“She hit my shipment,” Big Lou snapped.

“He blew up my lab,” Sophia snapped back.

“See?” Jason raised a brow. “That’s what I mean. You two are barking at each other while someone else sits back and watches.”

They went quiet.

“What do you mean?” Sophia asked, wary now.

Jason holstered one pistol.

“The night the Maronis’ shipment got hit at the docks? I was patrolling. Heard the boom. Got there too late, but I saw someone leaving the scene—a guy in a ski mask. Tailed him.”

“And?” Big Lou pressed.

“He led me straight to Roman Sionis’ front door.”

The air in the room dropped ten degrees.

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Sophia said, her tone flat but eyes sharp.

“I do,” Jason said. “That guy was a mercenary. Paid to stir the pot. Get both sides riled up, get a war going.”

“But Black Mask’s been doing good business with us,” Sophia muttered.

“Exactly,” Jason said. “You’re neighbors. If you tear each other apart, guess who scoops up whatever’s left?”

Their silence told him he’d hit a nerve.

“You think he’s playing both sides,” Big Lou said.

“I don’t think,” Jason replied. “I know. So you can keep playing into his hands, or we can end this before someone else ends it for you.”

They didn’t answer.

But the gears were turning. And that was enough.

For now.

In the brief silence, Red Hood stood in the middle of the wreckage like it was just another Thursday night in Gotham. Blood painted the floor, bodies laid out like broken furniture, and smoke still drifted in lazy swirls around the busted lights overhead. His blade was wet, his boots sticky with gore, and his voice—calm as hell.

“I called this meeting,” he broke the short silence, looking from Big Lou to Sophia,

“because I found out that bastard Roman, was the one who pushed me into going after the Bertinellis… and you, Sophia.”

He let that sit for a second.

“I already had your family marked as enemies. I was ready to set everything you built on fire. But now? Now I’m wondering what the hell that psycho was thinking.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes, her arms crossed tight across her chest. She wasn’t shocked. More like irritated—like someone had fed her a bad batch.

“Sounds exactly like him,” she muttered with a scowl. “That power-hungry piece of shit.”

“I’ll make him pay,” Lou grunted, still leaning on one of his guys who surrendered just in time to not get chopped up, cradling his busted knee. “Let’s get that—”

“Hold up.” Red Hood cut him off mid-sentence with a raised hand and zero hesitation. “I’ve got a better idea.”

Sophia raised a brow. “Better than putting him in the ground?”

Jason nodded slowly. “Yeah. Something cleaner. Something that hits harder. Leave him to me. His cup’s been full for a long time. Karma’s knocking.”

“You expect us to just let it slide?” Big Lou snapped.

“Nope,” Jason said plainly. “I’m not saying forgive and forget. I’m saying let me handle it. Don’t confront him. Don’t threaten him. He’ll play dumb. Deny it. Spin you against each other again.”

He reached into his vest and pulled out two folded papers, handing one to each of them.

“Instead, do business with these guys. Four each. All pushing product out of areas near Roman’s turf. They answer to me now. You sell through them, you make money, and Roman doesn’t get a damn thing.”

Sophia unfolded the paper and scanned it. “I know some of these names. Mid-tier pushers.”

“Not anymore,” Red Hood said. “I’ve cleaned them up. Leashed them. They know what happens if they step out of line.”

“And if they do?” Big Lou asked.

“I bury ’em myself.”

Sophia smirked, folding the paper back into her coat. “Why should we trust you?”

Lou chimed in, still sore in every sense. “Yeah. You blew out my fucking knee, man.”

Jason gave a one-shoulder shrug. “Heat of the moment. You pulled first.”

Lou muttered something under his breath, but didn’t press it. The mood in the room had shifted. Not relaxed, but more… businesslike. The kind of truce criminals could live with.

Jason took a step back, looking between the two bosses.

“Just keep this quiet. Let me deal with Black Mask. You two make your money and stay out of each other’s throats for now.”

And just like that, he shot his grapple gun and was gone.

Big Lou stared at the spot Jason had disappeared from and let out a grunt.

“You really think we can trust him?”

Sophia pulled out a silver cigarette case and lit one, her red nails tapping the lighter. She inhaled, then spoke while exhaling smoke from her nose.

“He gave us names. Gave us a cleaner route to push product. Told us to drop Black Mask and let him deal with that psycho. If he wants revenge, fine. So long as we get our cut and no more blood on our doorstep, it’s a win-win.”

She passed the smoke to Lou, who took it with a grunt and a shaky drag.

“Yeah,” he muttered, the smoke making his voice raspier than usual.

Sophia pulled out her phone and made a quick call. “Yeah, get the crew down here. Full sweep. Now.”

Lou motioned to his driver. “I need a medic and a new fucking leg.”

As the warehouse started to clear out, bodies were quietly bagged up, blood was mopped, and the only sound left was the dull thrum of industrial fans overhead.

No more yelling. No more bullets.

Just business.

And somewhere in the shadows of Gotham, Red Hood was already on the move. The game had shifted. Roman Sionis just didn’t know it yet.

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