Finding The Thief
"Why do you need me on this case? I have my own problems, Bruce." Jason spoke into his com, agitated.
He runs across the roof tops of the Gotham night sky; it's been a week sense the robbery, and no official call has been set out yet as the search was sent out only to a select few.
In the batcave Bruce was at the batcomputer, trying to get into crime alley's security camera system. His cowl off as it had been a slow day.
"This is important, he broke into the Manson with little to no tools. Very few people can do that, fortunately we know his name Rwg Lor, records show he's between your age and Tim's, no criminal record, parents died to an incident regarding Condiment King-" Bruce was interrupted.
"Wait did you say that right? Fucking Condiment King? How, like genuinely how?" Jason was stifling a laugh as Bruce breaks down her case record.
"Autopsy shows that his father died to an allergic reaction to relish. His mother slipped on some ketchup and snapped her neck. Regardless I figured a person like this would fit in around Crime Alley. Easy place to fall back to, cheap, under protection, lot of places to hide. It's why I need you. You still have us banned in your territory." Bruce continued. "And I hope you can find her before someone else does."
"Scared someone's gonna grab her before you force her to join you?"
"You children crave capes, I'm just making sure she doesn't get in trouble or worse." Bruce quickly remarks.
Jason stops, landing atop a roof. Taking a deep breath, he sighs unsure of Bruce's motives but also knowing damn well what happens to most without Bruce's help or aid. Annoyed about how he's right about the children craving capes. Especially with the flock of people clamoring to be robin really pissed him off.
"Fine, I'll look into it. Send me your file records and I'll get on it and see if there's anyone here." Jason gives, annoyed but also glad to help. "Who else do you have working on this case? Tim, Barbara? Gordon?"
"Very few people, Tim and I on it as well as Alfred, I don't wanna let too many people know. Especially Daimen, if he knew what happened he'd probably hunt him down and kill him or violently maim him." Bruce pinches his nose, leaning forward in his chair. "Regardless of that I trust that you'd be able to find him and bring him to the manor, that way we can clear this up."
"I.E. You wanna adopt him and train him to replace little Damian." Jason leans over the edge of a building, looking through the streets of crime alley when someone jumps past him. "Hey, you got a description?"
"No photo ID, we do know ethnicity, Asian, sex male, Black Hair, Dark Brown eyes. Not much really. Why?"
"Got someone running on roofs, just passed me. Black hair. Wearing a hoodie." He got up, beginning to chase after the target. "Descriptive features?"
"He was wearing a Hoodie, dark purple, black jeans, T-Shirt Looks Grey." Bruce tries to watch from the batcomputer on his location. "At least last we saw him in the manor."
"Yup got that in sight, chasing down."
Jason quickly grapples to a nearby building, chasing after the mystery person who was going around the roof tops. As swiftly as Jason moved the figured was not moving as fast as you'd expect, in fact the chase only lasted a few moments as Jason quickly grabbed her hood. Pulling her up, stopping her form jumping off a building. He looks at her unsure of if this was the right person before pulling her to his face, his mask's eyes narrowing as he does.
"Rwg Lor?" He said, putting a gun to her chin. "Now."
"That ain't me." She spoke, face tense slightly, jaw clenched as she looks at him. "Not anymore. I hoped."
"Best start explaining yourself. Now." He throws her onto the roof.
"Look, my name is Eve Lor-" She was interrupted as soon as she spoke.
"You don't look. . .hold on a second. Batman I have the target, but the thing is. He's saying his name is Eve. Sending an image." He keeps the gun pointed at her.
"She." She mutters; hands held up.
"Shut it! Batman."
"She matches the description we were able to remember, and the sketch Tim made." Bruce responds. "And a bit gentler."
"You had a sketch, and you didn't bother to send it! Damn it, Bruce!" Jason throws his hands up, stomping his foot.
"Bruce? Wait. Who the hells is Bruce?" She looks up at him.
"Shut it! Bruce this guy is kinda pissing me off, I can barely hear him and it's kinda annoying." Jason takes a few breaths. "Okay look I got him want me to bring him to the manor?"
"Yeah, bring her over. And she said her. Respect it." Bruce sighs exasperated.
"Sorry I didn't hear that part. She speaks like she's under interrogation."
"Jason, just bring her."
Jason swiftly picks up the thief in question and jumps off a building, grappling on a building and swinging onto his bike and quickly driving off.