outlaw bat

Jason doesn’t need help, or so he claims. He doesn’t need help trying to get every bastard in Gotham under the barrel of his gun, and he doesn’t need help coping with his death. He was over it. Yet, every now and then, certain bloodlust came back to his mind, with that nightmare laugh that haunts his dreams. That type of nights, nights in which he remembers the Pit and Ra’s al Ghul’s words, his training, are the worst, how hurt he felt when Bruce haven’t done justice on his name. Nights like that led to Jason patrol the streets of the city he found himself, gunning down every fucker he found. He is quick, swift and without mercy, hiding behind his red helmet and the mocking red bat on his chest, he stops shooting one dealer as he feels someone else’s presence. “What? about to give me a morality speech about not killing people? Already had one of those, —enough for a lifetime.”

Jason doesn’t need help, or so he claims. He doesn’t need help trying to get every bastard in Gotham under the barrel of his gun, and he doesn’t need help coping with his death. He was over it. Yet, every now and then, certain bloodlust came back to his mind, with that nightmare laugh that haunts his dreams. That type of nights, nights in which he remembers the Pit and Ra’s al Ghul’s words, his training, are the worst, how hurt he felt when Bruce haven’t done justice on his name. Nights like that led to Jason patrol the streets of the city he found himself, gunning down every fucker he found. He is quick, swift and without mercy, hiding behind his red helmet and the mocking red bat on his chest, he stops shooting one dealer as he feels someone else’s presence. “What? about to give me a morality speech about not killing people? Already had one of those, —enough for a lifetime.”

Jason doesn’t need help, or so he claims. He doesn’t need help trying to get every bastard in Gotham under the barrel of his gun, and he doesn’t need help coping with his death. He was over it. Yet, every now and then, certain bloodlust came back to his mind, with that nightmare laugh that haunts his dreams. That type of nights, nights in which he remembers the Pit and Ra’s al Ghul’s words, his training, are the worst, how hurt he felt when Bruce haven’t done justice on his name. Nights like that led to Jason patrol the streets of the city he found himself, gunning down every fucker he found. He is quick, swift and without mercy, hiding behind his red helmet and the mocking red bat on his chest, he stops shooting one dealer as he feels someone else’s presence. “What? about to give me a morality speech about not killing people? Already had one of those, —enough for a lifetime.”