Remember that chapter I did a while ago with Wonder Woman narrating? I did another one. Not with her though. Just felt like there needed to be a bit of exposition in terms of the Gotham Prison system, and this seemed like a fun way to do it.

I promise I'll do a real chapter next time : )

They don't appear, but I still don't own the Titans. Or DC.

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"No- No- He's totally dead like-"

"Pass it."

"I'm talking!"

"Pass it!"

Jason grunted, flicking the cigarette across the room. "Smoke it all and I'll beat you into the wall."

"I'm shaking." Catching it, Ben clamped it between his teeth and spoke through them. "What was it about the bird boy being dead?"

"Now you want to hear." He shrugged up his thin coat, tucked down his chin. The garage kept out a little rain and no cold, but they were Gotham-mites. They didn't complain. And it was better than being home. "But okay- so that Wayne kid stabbed the creepy Titan chick."

Ben cut in, "Raven."

"You're still into that?" snorting, Jason took the cigarette, inhaled, then passed it back. "You did hear what she did to that Light guy, right? You want to end up brain dead? And then there's the other one-"

"Starfire-"

"Anything in a cape. Like to get beaten up?"

"Shut up."

"Maybe you'll get lucky next time we're jacking a car."

"Just get on with it before I get bored." His voice was a little lower, so Jason shrugged and dropped it. Ben was two years older and double as tall- the most criminal twelve year old this side of the city (according to the GCPD's record system). It wasn't worth losing a fight with him.

"Fine. So the Wayne kid broke into the tower."

"Yeah 'cos he's stressed with being rich."

"Pfft. Rich jerks. D'you hear he's getting sent to juvie?"

"After stabbing a Titan? Who do you think Wayne bought? Ha- Maybe the Justice League! Juvie." Ben shook his head, faking disapproval, "Dunno what the city's coming to."

"Not even-" Jason grinned, "the old one. You know that 'rehabilitation' centre they're building at Blackgate? The one that has-" he smirked, "social workers?"

"I say send him to Arkham- that's where they normally put the cape killers."

"Supposedly failed cape killer. But right, so, next thing, she's in the hospital and Robin stops showing up. So I'm thinking-" he dragged, passing it back. "he's dead."

Ben considered it, shuffling back against the wall. "Like the Wayne kid killed him?"

"Yeah."

"What, so he killed Batman's sidekick? The one who beats up Two Face? Seriously- the skinny little pet orphan murders him?"

"Might have had some sort of special gun. Maybe Wayne even sent him. Wouldn't surprise me if he's funding the gangs."

"You're a nut." Ben sniggered, "Maybe it was aliens."

Jason shrugged again. So Ben didn't believe him. Everyone knew how dumb he was. "All I'm saying is that it's weird."

"Not that weird. Didn't Robin disappear few months ago anyway?"

Jason grumbled, "No. That was when they all stopped doing interviews."

"So you mean that they all disappeared?"

"Shut up."

Snorting, Ben stubbed the centimetre of left over cigarette out on the ground. "Heroes. They're all just creeps in tights. If the Wayne kid did kill one of them, then I say well done."

"I dunno." Jason dug his nails into the crumbling wall behind him, "I like Batman. You see the time he like grabbed that guy and smashed his face with his ears?"

"Which time?"

"I just mean that it's cool."

"So put on some tights and jump off something."

"I'm just saying."