If I'm Flying Solo - At least I'm Flying Free

          There wasn’t really anything more annoying than having someone like Tim nag in your ear while you were trying to have a good time. A good time for Jason was bashing in some skulls, shoving bullets in the chest cavities of city scum. It was almost therapeutic – and Tim was really killing his vibe. 

Heaving a quiet sigh, Jason let the other rattle on with his now, once again, turned on comm link. In the meantime he was taking out the criminals, just about silencing them once Tim had finished speaking. Taking aim, Jason shot one last bullet, the last enemy falling to the ground in a heap. The Red Hood stood then, moving over to his bike before finally responding. 

“… Sorry some old lady was wrestling me for these tulips. She went insane! I was very well frightened for my life at one point, you have no idea.“ Jason fibbed, his voice animated and seemingly void any clue as to what he was actually doing. He was well aware that Tim had previously, and would most likely continue to hack his helmet completely – but hey, it was fun to tease the kid every now and then. “Don’t worry, I got them though. Are you sure you aren’t hacking someone else’s helm? Becaaaaause I’m definitely staring at some lovely pansies.” 

Tim was going to kill him. 

“Anyways, have you tried just shooting the fuckers? I find that sort of thing gets rid of the problem real quick. Which is why my side of the city is boring… and why I’m out buying flowers here.”

He wasn’t entirely sure if Jason was a comical genius, or just stupid. He had a feeling it was probably an unfortunate mix of both. Lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose through his cowl to try and fight off the headache he could already feel starting to build, Tim just let a low sigh fill the comlink between them.

“Say Hood, I am not sure if your trigger happy self has heard about this cool new invention; it’s called jail. It’s this neat building they use to put criminals away. It’s rather ingenious method really and the best part is it involves less gunfire and more crime-stopping” He muttered, turning off the camera from his view; he really had no intention of staring at a heap of dead bodies. He also had no intention in going along with Jason’s stupid deluded lie about old ladies and flowers, it was only encouraging him and encouraging bad behaviors was the worst way to get children to learn a lesson.

        There was a distant ringing that was calling him out of DreamLand, and Jason didn’t appreciate it. He groaned audibly, rolling over towards his phone which was laying on the bed near him. His hand clamped onto the device, tapping on the screen until it stopped ringing. Placing the phone next to his ear, Jason huffed into it, a small whine clinging to his voice.

“The city better be on fire… or someone better be… dead and or dying…” Jason mumbled gruffly, hoping it wasn’t some telemarketer in an afterthought. Rolling over, the vigilante moved to lay on his back, prying his eyes open to look up at the darkened ceiling. He could already tell it was very late, and here was some asshole, waking him up. Sighing deeply once more, Jason lifted a hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, “do you even know what time it is?”

When Jason tilted his head to look towards the clock on his night table, he saw that it was around three. However, he didn’t look at the clock for very long before noticing a dark figure sitting in his window. He wasn’t quite sure how far up his room was off the ground, but that definitely wasn’t any old creep trying to peer in. Although his mind was tired, he tried to piece together the phone call and the figure, figuring what was either outside either needed his help – or wanted to kill him. 

“…Is that you outside, Tim?” Jason asked, taking a wild guess at who it was, based on their stature. 

“... It’s two in the morning Jay” he responded softly, his voice missing the snapped edge that it usually held when speaking to his ‘brother’. He knew Jason would be angry for being woken up on the odd night he wasn’t on patrol. Shifting where he sat on the limb on of one of the branches that held up the other’s apartment he just held the phone tight to his ear, his knee pulled to his chest. He could see the light shining out through the window; and it didn’t surprise him that he’d been seen, and surprised him even less that despite the dark his brother knew who he was.

“Yeah, it’s me. I ... Was wondering if I could come inside” He asked, knowing it was a fifty/fifty chance the other would even let him inside but he needed this, he needed Jason to just listen... To sit for a little while; to maybe... Convince him that the monsters all in his head were just. In his head.

          As far as Jason was concerned, he ruled the streets at night.

No crime unnoticed, no scum left alive at the end of his patrols. This island was different from Gotham, there was no interconnected network of thugs and villains all conspiring against each other and the law enforcement alike. It was a newborn baby in comparison to Gotham, but the thugs were smarter and more adept at… well, being thugs. Jason would be the first to attest to the theory that a city with high crime often turned out more less-than-intelligent folk as compared to a city with a low crime rate. He was used to living in that sort of world, and while having less crime around now was a blessing, he also kind of missed that nitty-gritty life that made Gotham home.

He nearly rolled his eyes when an annoyed voice came over the communication system in his helmet, having half a mind to simply ignore him. He knew though that if he just ignored the younger male, he’ll just have to listen to more of his ‘stern big boy’ voice, and honestly – Jason was having too good a night to let the younger ruin it. 

     “Well, I’m currently out to buy flowers. What are you up to~?” Jason teased, pausing as he pulled out his gun, firing off at thugs atop the bikes. He grinned beneath his helmet, managing to take one out with a headshot before the others had stopped their bikes and dismounted, pulling out their own weapons. Hopping off his own bike, the older male ducked behind a nearby dumpster just as they started firing back. 

“And is this your half of the city? You know, you should really put up a sign or something. ‘Welcome to Red Robin’s Turf, Enter at Your Own Risk’ sounds good to me. Oh – hang on there Red – I found the perfect shade of tulips!”

Switching off his comm, Jason then rolled out from beneath his cover to engage the others in a more close ranged battle. 

It wasn’t a secret that Red Hood and Red Robin had very different approaches to ridding the streets of crime. Tim preferred a systematic approach, a well thought out, carefully planned attack. Every move, every step was carefully calculated and meticulously planned. No option left unexplored, prepared for every outcome... He never moved until he knew he was ready. Jason was more impulsive, was rouge in his approach, prone to changing his idea and approach in the heat of the moment. 

When they worked together they made a terrifying combination; but when they clashed well... Tim just found it annoying.

“Hood the fact that I hacked into your communication link should be enough to tell you that I probably hacked into your helmet cams too; I am well aware that you are not out buying flowers” He deadpanned, not in the mood for this sort of game tonight.

“Hood, this is my side of the city and you know it. Stop acting like a child because you are bored with your own side; stubborn child of the family was never a flattering label to wear... Now if you are done filling the streets with bullets I suggest you get back to your side before you ruin everything I’ve been working on for we---” Dead com. Real mature Jason

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Mettaton caught wind of this action and he thought of how dumb it was for someone to do something like that. He gets that the captured is an important figure, but again, being an important figure and capturing them is also a bad move. He found it too ridiculous, so just to make it end, he decided to head there himself.

Sure he didn’t have a plan in how to go through, but again, who needs a plan when you’re built to kill? Surely not the robot. So he crashed in the hiding spot that kept the young man captive, literally crashing in with a pink hummer H3 and taking care of the grunts that were in the way. Of course they’d tried to shoot, so he just kept walking, making sure to protect the heart chamber and throwing bombs at them, having them catch it and explode in front of them.

He made his way to the main area and pulled out his chainsaw. He revved it up, kicking the door open and smiles.

「 We could do this the easy way or the hard way. Choose the hard way and I’ll show you why I’m called “The Killer Robot”. Show any sort of resistance towards me, I’ll be forced to make my hands dirty. Choose wisely, darlings~ 」

It was politics, it was all it was. His kidnapping had nothing to do with his lifestyle as a vigilante, it had nothing to do with Batman, with Gotham. It was because of his name, not the name his parents had given him, but the name bestowed upon him by the man that had taken him under his metaphorical and all too literal wing. He was the heir to Wayne Enterprises - the top grossing company on the international stage and worth a pretty penny in ransom money should Bruce care to see his son again.

The divide between hero and man was larger than most might  understand. For Bruce it came in two personas; just as it did for him. The name he had painted for himself in the media was a charismatic young man with a high IQ and a knack for business but he wasn’t an athlete no he was a mathlete. He was all brain and no brawn.... If he were to fight his way out of his capture he’d do nothing but raise a red flag over the family that already had reporters creeping around their door waiting for a sight of a bat or a robin flying where it shouldn’t. He’d had to let it happen, when he’d been grabbed, beaten and bound.. He’d feigned fear, winced when he knew he should, cowered when the cue called for it... He’d always been quite the actor. It was more important to keep the secret of the family safe, more important than his life.