Sure some people would have said breaking into a mob bosses house just because said mob bosses son out bid you on E-bay for a baseball signed by the entire Central City Stars. Then again Aaron isn't someone, anyone would call right in the head, seeing as he faced off (regularly I might add) against speedsters, and by god he really wanted that baseball and he would do anything to get it. Of course Aaron wasn't so crazy to be forever on the mobs hit list so he did lots and lots of preparation, hell he wasted as much money preparing as much as he would have had to pay for buying the baseball. I mean he had to bribe a man with the ability to get the layout of the mansion, bribe one of the bosses 'trusted' guards for a copy of the master key as well as get info about when and where the guards would be and he hired a guy to completely shut off the power to the mansion at 00:00 exactly.

The main problem Aaron had was stealth. He never was a stealthy guy and never intended, but he didn't want to be one of the many people on the mob hit list, and he wasn't going to get the support from any of the rogues. So stealth was of the up most importance. So he had formulated a plan to sneak in and sneak out without anyone knowing he was there, and for an extreme measurement that they never found out who Aaron was, he wasn't gonna wear his Trickster outfit, say for his hover boots cause he won't even dare leave the house without those bad boys on.

The house was on the outskirts of town far away from the meddling eyes of the public and no cop would dare travel so far out here and hopefully none of them were stargazing at the sky to see two small yellow moving lights in the sky then make quite descend onto the roof, where there would be a look out right now on the other side of the building. Aaron landed with a pair of hover boots, spray painted black. Hell his entire outfit was black. A black hoodie, a black t-shirt, a black pair of pants he even was wearing a black ski mask with only eye holes as well as carrying his baseball bat around his back and a brick of C4 which he then laid onto the ground.

He had his phone out and one ear phone in his ear listening to his tones and only singing along to the the chorus " We could be royals, royals, It don't run in our blood." and checking the time until the time flashed from 11:59 to 00:00 and made his move. The man on the roof was confused about why the power went out and the moment he turned around a mechanical arm was choking the man and and Aaron was continuing to sing in a mumble "My friends and I have cracked the code. We count our dollars on the train to the party." was the last thing the man heard before his larynx was crushed. They were mobsters, not innocent people. The police wouldn't miss the guy and neither would the Rogues. He carefully lowered the man to the floor and searched his pocket for the mans pager opened the door and took a small ladder down onto the balcony, opened the sliding door and walked into the bedroom not paying attention to who was in because at this time no one was supposed to be in the room. Supposed to.

It didn't help that he started singing louder as well. "And we'll never be royals (royals). It don't run in our blood" Till he heard a click of a gun pointed to his face.

"I guess that was a bit too loud huh... Is there a way you won't shoot me in the face or am I screwed no matter what?" He said closing his eyes enjoying the ending of the song.

Central City. The place was a far cry from Gotham. Where that place was all darkness and terror, Central City was all hope and light. It was kind of refreshing, honestly. Most days, Owen thought the best thing to do for Gotham would be to drop a nuke on it and call it a day. It was good to get out of the city every now and again. Tonight's exercise was simple. He was going to dissuade the Russians from helping out his 'problem children' in Gotham. They'd been sending guns and other forms of assistance and Owen didn't like it.

It was a matter of infiltrating the compound. That would have been difficult for most people. If it wasn't for his training, he probably wouldn't have made it inside. Jason's training was top notch. That was really the only good thing he had to say about the old man. He'd opted for a simple ingress/egress scenario. If he disabled the entire alarm, someone would have noticed, so he cut it to just the one window temporarily. Then he slipped inside and scanned around.

He was going to make a statement with this break in. He'd left a video recording on the bosses' desk. It was basically his nice way of saying, "If you don't stop helping the wrong people, I can get to you. And kill you all." Owen thought that the video would make a rather elegant point. He was ready to make his escape, when the lights went out. That wasn't part of the plan. He paused. That wasn't part of his plan, anyway. Then he heard someone singing as they climbed down a ladder. Owen flicked to infrared. It was someone dressed like a... robber? ninja? Mentally unstable person?

The Colt .1911 was out before he thought about it and he put the gun in the boy's face, clicking the hammer back. "Are you out of your f*cking mind? Breaking into this place singing loudly? If you call that singing. You're going to get killed. I should do it myself and save you the trouble. I can send the Darwin Award to your next of kin." Owen looked around and tapped his helmet. There was no way the guards didn't hear any of that he was willing to bet.

Aaron calmed down a bit when the guy talked first instead of shooting him. Which meant that he had more brains then the average muscle man, and the way he looked meant that he was in no way affiliated with the mob. He also reminded Aaron to get a gun and learn how to fire it. They would be amazing for situations like this. He really should have also grabbed the dead mans gun from on the roof because that would be so helpful. At least being yelled at was a familiar feeling to him. Usually Aaron wasn't so scared shitless that he would be able to make a(n) (in)formal reply and usually call someone some very, very obscure but rude words.

"I'm sorry! I'm terrible at stealth! I'm better at blowing things up and being a major nuisance and I'm not that stupid! I went through all this trouble to hide my identity so I'm not on the mob hit list!" he said yelling back plus he knew no one was supposed to be in here and no one was gonna hear him. Of course he wouldn't say that to this guys face. Maybe he'll wait until he was aiming at someone else. Which was gonna be very soon seeing a man was now at the rooms door yelling something in Russian. Not the smartest man seeing this was America.

"Shut up you god dam Commie!" Aaron said firing his rocket fist at the man and, for once, hit the man right in the gut which made him double over and throw up all over the place and his fist fell and hit is toe. it was amazing Aaron took out Batsy and smacked him in the head which made him collapse into his own vomit. Aaron didn't care how the guy was, but he was bleeding severly from the back of his head. Aaron then picked up the fist and put it back on his arm.

"Alright thanks to your shouting, Everyone knows we are here. Now if you excuse me I'm going to steal a baseball." Aaron said exiting the room, which he then met with gun fire, and he rushed back into the room.

"So... Redhead. I could use your firepower. I can make it worth your while"

As the boy talked, Owen moved his mouth under the helmet, trying to find the words. Obscenely stupid was all that really came to mind. He was bad at stealth? That was about as obvious as the sun was sure to rise. Owen sighed. That was days of planning down the drain. And then the rocket fist hit the guard and dropped him. "Oh, you got the major nuisance part down. You've just ruined three days worth of planning." He just watched the kid beat the guy with a baseball bat.

"He's part of the Russian mob, genius. What do you expect him to speak? Swedish?" The mention of being here to steal a baseball made Owen's eye twitch under the mask and helmet. Red Hood looked at the Trickster. "All this for a f*cking baseball? Are you on drugs?" He heard the gun fire and then the kid came back. Owen sighed. The plan went to hell now. There was a plan B though. It was just going to be messier than he liked.

"Kid, you couldn't afford me."

Owen stepped out into the hall way, drawing his Colts. He fired each Colt once, hitting the two guards in the head and killing them instantly. He continued walking through the house taking shots where he had to and counting his rounds. There was little time to police his brass, but that was fine. He wanted to send a message. This would send the message for him. Owen tried making all his shots count. He went for head shots to avoid body armor and possible survivors. He wasn't a fan of backing the kid's play but it was clear that the kid was going to wind up dead otherwise.

"Just once it would have been nice if things could have gone according to plan."

Aaron let off a sound of annoyance when he said he just wasted his three days of planning, but so did this guy and Aaron didn't have all that much money to waste on stuff like this. He didn't really have the brains or the know how on how to sneak in to this place undetected, but he had planned everything so he didn't really need to be told yelled at by everyone. "and you just made me lose around 5,000 dollars of bribing people to get in this place Redhead." Aaron said using the anger to power his swing. "and So what that he's Russian! We're in America the last time I remembered and I don't see any Soviet Flags waving so I don't speak fluent Russian thank you very much." Aaron weirdly was enjoying arguing with this guy for some reason. It seemed fun.

"It's not just a baseball! It's a baseball signed by all the Central City Stars! I've been trying to get a relic like that for a long time, and then when a legit one pops up on E-bay this Russian kid gets it first! I'm getting what belongs to me!" The yelling had to do with the whole guns being fired. He really hated the sound of it, but at least he could smack people around with his bat.

Aaron was enthralled in what this guy was doing. In his opinion this guy was... epic. He was like a mix of Clint Eastwood, Rambo, Bullseye and Deadshot mixed into one body with the badassness of Batman, and that was just with two shots that were pinpoint accurate. He was impressed. Really impressed. Though he wasn't quite aware of what was happening behind him. thankfully that was around the place where Aaron had laid the explosives.

"Things never go right for you to right? It gets annoying doesn't it? Also behind you." Aaron said blowing off the C4 on the roof. He was supposed to use it as a distraction for a get away but to kill 3 very sneaky people was good enough. Plus it brought a huge ass Grin to his face.

"I wish I brought more explosives. Do you think they'd have an abundance of Vodka hanging around somewhere? I could try and create some Molotov cocktails, and I am getting that baseball." Aaron said trying to find a mini fridge in the room. Which there was but it didn't hold Vodka, but it did have a few cans of soda.

"It's been fun Eastwood, but I got a baseball bat to steal." Aaron said holding two soda cans in his hand and rushing out the room and he hit the first can with his baseball bat as it hit the man in the face then exploded in a fizzy mess over the guy, but it didn't take him down, it just seemed to piss the guy off and made him charge towards him guns blazing.

"crap. Eastwood!" He running back to where Redhood was and hiding behind anything he could find.

The boy was annoying. That much Owen could tell. If he lived through this, Owen promised he was going to have a word with the boy. But the chances of Trickster surviving seemed to diminish each time he opened his mouth. A guard came out from around the corner with a shotgun as the boy started talking about the baseball. Red Hood judged the situation for a moment and moved forward. He pushed the barrel down towards the floor and brought his hand up underneath it, breaking the other man's grip and smashing the thug in the face with the butt of his own shotgun. Hood let the gun continue the arc upwards and flipped it around so that he had control of it.

The shotgun went off with a single discharge, as the barrel blew up in the stunned guard's face and took most of his head off. Owen worked the pump action on the gun and ejected the spent shell before chambering another one. "You are doing entirely too much talking. Shut the hell up and fight."

Trickster's warning triggered an instinct. Red Hood lashed out, using a set of small sharp batarangs as the man came up behind him. One landed in each arm, lodging into a nerve cluster there. The man yelled in pain as his hands went slack and his guns fell. Owen let the shotgun roar twice more, ejecting spent shells between the two shots and chambering another round. By his count, he should have three of the original six rounds left in the tube. The explosion behind him made Owen wince. Now the police were sure to show up. Not to mention other people. Their time here had just become limited.

"More explosives? Are you f*cking stupid? You've just assured that the police and fire department are on their way with that stupid stunt. Now you want to add fire to the this f*uckeree? Did you take all the drugs?" Owen started to recalculate his exit plan. This house was too open outside to grapple away. There weren't enough high buildings around. He had planned to be in and out with little to no muss or fuss. That was going so well for him.

The kid was shooting his mouth off again and Owen was just glaring under his hood. Better to leave now he thought. He did at least smirk at the new nickname. As the Trickster ran out, Owen decided he should cut and run. Then Red Hood heard the kid scream his nick name. Owen stepped out in the hallway and attempted to push Aaron down. He brought his hand up and smashed the thug in the solar plexus and then kicked the man in the knee. The joint met with a sickening crunch and the man dropped and started screaming. "I know, you're asking yourself. Did he fire six shots or five? You know in all the confusion, I can't remember if I fired six shots or five. You have to ask yourself... Do you feel lucky? Well do you, punk?" He grinned. "Oh, wait. I only fired three."

Red Hood fired one more round off and shot the man at point blank range in the chest. It was apparent that he wasn't wearing body armor by the reaction. Then he wheeled on Trickster, still gripping the shotgun. Then Red Hood stumbled forwards. He felt the bullets from the new assailants pierce his jacket and his tunic, before lodging into the body armor. He pulled against a pillar and hid behind it. "We need to leave. Forget your ball."