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Look at this, I managed to type something up the same day I thought of it.
Probably because it's so short.

I fully admit I just wanted to do a version of the Court of Owls rhyme as a threat against them and then made a short fic to stick it in.

Can't think of were to go with it though so it's staying short.

“Red Hood, The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.”

One zombie looking at another.
The talon couldn’t see it but under the helmet the thought made Jason smile. “No Talon, The Court of Owls has been sentenced to die.”

The talon paused for just a moment. This was not how things normally went.
But Jason had been trained by the best of the best (and the worst of the worst) some rich asshole’s personal assassin was hardly the scariest thing he’d ever faced.

When he had found out the old Gotham rhyme was real, he hadn’t thought much.
After all, what could they do to him? He didn’t have a real identity to threaten. The regularly hung around people that could bench-press tanks. He could even evade Oracle’s detection when he had to, he wasn’t worried about a bunch of people with more money than sense finding him.

Besides, for all the criminal activities they got up to, the elite of Gotham stayed well away from the streets and alleys of the people that did their dirty work. Money just made you a target here.

But they had obviously gotten too comfy, forgetting that their power had only come from the fact they had remained a secrete for so long.

Let the Batman gather evidence and expose them to the world.
Let the police preform arrests in such large numbers that there’s could be no bribes for freedom.
Let the government freeze assists and scrabble among their bolted carcass now they’ve been brought low.

They shouldn’t have come after him.
It was time he doled out some more permanent solutions.

“Give your masters a message for me,” He aimed his gun at the assassin,
“Beware oh Court of Owls, that's hiding all the time,
cowering in a gilded perch, away from granite and lime.
I'll find you at your hearth, I'll find you in your beds,
Your Talon's will not save you, the Red Hood is coming for your heads.”