An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Five dealers almost wet their pants when they notice Dick staring from the shadows when drugs and money exchange hands.
A potential buyer deadass drops down to pray a Hail Mary like he wasn’t about to purchase enough weapons to arm a small country.
And the less said about Hood’s own men, the better.
Jason doesn’t even bother with patrol that day. He’s pretty sure that—by the end of the night—all of Gotham knows that control of their resident Talon’s exchanged hands.













