Red Hood?

“Does Clark know you’re messing around with Kryptionian...stuff..?”

“How nice of you to visit New York.” The russian called out to him, not moving an inch. It was already getting dark and there were not many people on the streets so it wasn’t too weird looking that she was talking to a man on the rooftop. “Would you mind comind down here? I don’t like to be looked down at.” She added and shrugged her shoulders before taking another sip of her coffee. “How’s the big flying rat doing?” Nat asked, smirking at her own words about Batman.

“I’m guessing you’re a dominant top then…?” The anti-hero spoke out sarcastically to her words about not liking being look down at, but he was eager to oblige. His eyes narrowed eye so slightly as he walked towards the edge of the rooftop, allowing his black boot to press up against it before propelling his body to towards the concrete below. His muscular form propelling towards the hard surface, only to show off his acrobatic ability as he proceeded to perform a front flip in midair. Allowing himself to land right in front of her in a crouched position. Knowing fine rightly she wouldn’t be too impressed, but also knowing she would know what he was capable off. “He’s doing good, still flying… But we’ve got enough problems on our hands without taking on your mess. I’m here to take down HYDRA…” He spoke to her, allowing himself to stand up, of course he was much taller than her and still looked down towards her slightly. His eyes narrowing behind the helmet, his words filled with assurance and belief that he could do it himself.

“So what’s your story?”

"I'm a problematic kid with daddy issues...You...?"

“Come out.” Natalia called out, not even bothering to look around “I can almost hear your heartbeat so better show yourself before I find you myself and make it stop.”

HYDRA – a secret Nazi organisation which planned to take over the world? What ever happened to just getting a mortgage and just living out the rest of your days with a family? The thought brought a smile to the lips of the anti-hero. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop through the city of New York during the day time – this didn’t seem like the Red Hood at all, but things needed done. He needed redemption – and what better way than to get redemption and take down this group with his own bares hands. This was where his private investigation had brought him so far, HYDRA had made their way into Gotham – having tried to take over the dark city, only to be stopped by the vigilante known as the Batman. Now Jason was following a red headed female down and alleyway. But damn, she must be good is she was to realise she had been followed by the male. “Wouldn’t be the first one to try that…” He called out from the rooftops. Looking down towards the female. He was nothing more than an average looking male, who wore a dark coloured motorcyclist’s uniform and a bright red helmet upon his head to cover his features.

“Do NOT, come through the door!”

“Wow…”

“Please, have you not heard of the term, “knock”? It alerts others that you have arrived.“

“Well, that’s kind’a what the whole ‘Robin’ thing is about...Not lettin' people know where you are...”

“Do NOT, come through the door!”

“Wow...”

Lonely? What else was there to do? He had the abilities to be one of the best heroes in which this city had seen, and she was talking about how lonely it could be. Little did she know this was the only thing that could keep Jason going on? He was actually a dead man walking. A small sigh passed through his lips ever so slightly as he continued to listen to her. “Here…Try not to shoot your nail off…” Jason spoke as he walked past one of the desk, taking his weapon out of its holster and setting it down upon the desk for her. She could either take it or leave it, which was her call. He continued to walk, right up until he had reached the door, pushing it open ever so slowly as he held it open for himself. “Try not to trip on one of the bodies on your way out.

“I’m not as clumsy as you’re making me out to be,” she grumbled, taking the gun as she walked past the desk. She had to go out the way he was going to get to the garage just a level below. “Don’t assume things based off of what I look like…”

ason rose an eyebrow ever so slightly under the helmet as he heard what she had said. He didn’t assume anything off of what she looked like, she worked for Bruce Wayne – he could instantly guess that she was one of the best workers in her field in the City if that was the case. But he knew one thing for sure, due to the fact that his motorcycle had went off and exploded in the main floor, if he wasn’t getting anything off of her, he was taking her bike. “Whatever you say… didn’t even invite your homeless saviour back to yours? You disgust me.” He joked.

“Y’see, us heroes? We don’t do the whole – dinner date thing. We’re more of one night stand type of guys…Just putting that out there.” It wasn’t like Jason was trying to be any more obvious with that he was trying to get at. He began to think about the people he had just put a bullet through, and then began to wonder. “I feel sorry for the poor sob who has to clean this mess up…” He whispered under his breath. He then looked her up and down one final time. Woman was saved, and the bad guys were dead; what other reasons was there for him to stay? Due to that sudden realisation he began to turn on his heels, his body not aiming for the exit. Slowly he began to walk towards it. “Try not to be a damsel in distress again anytime soon!”

“I’m not promising anything,” she replied, walking back over to her desk so she could grab her motorcycle helmet from underneath it. “I’m a pretty girl. Men like putting pretty girls like me in danger.”

Lonely? What else was there to do? He had the abilities to be one of the best heroes in which this city had seen, and she was talking about how lonely it could be. Little did she know this was the only thing that could keep Jason going on? He was actually a dead man walking. A small sigh passed through his lips ever so slightly as he continued to listen to her. “Here…Try not to shoot your nail off…” Jason spoke as he walked past one of the desk, taking his weapon out of its holster and setting it down upon the desk for her. She could either take it or leave it, which was her call. He continued to walk, right up until he had reached the door, pushing it open ever so slowly as he held it open for himself. “Try not to trip on one of the bodies on your way out.

“A kiss? I was expecting an invite back to yours – maybe you’re single because of these unreachable expectations you have on men. Hello, I just saved your life…” Jason spoke to the female, his eyes scanned her up and down as she moved towards him, taking note of everything – her attire, the way she walked. His detective skills coming into place now so that he could find out more about her, but by the way she was. “Well – they won’t be breaking out again…” He spoke honestly, letting her know that his way of doing things in this city were a lot more ‘permanent’ than the ways other heroes chose to save the day.

She looked around, hoping she wouldn’t get blamed for this the next day. “Got that right. Thank you, again. I was just trying to finish up some work here before heading home.”

“Y’see, us heroes? We don’t do the whole – dinner date thing. We’re more of one night stand type of guys…Just putting that out there.” It wasn’t like Jason was trying to be any more obvious with that he was trying to get at. He began to think about the people he had just put a bullet through, and then began to wonder. “I feel sorry for the poor sob who has to clean this mess up…” He whispered under his breath. He then looked her up and down one final time. Woman was saved, and the bad guys were dead; what other reasons was there for him to stay? Due to that sudden realisation he began to turn on his heels, his body not aiming for the exit. Slowly he began to walk towards it. “Try not to be a damsel in distress again anytime soon!”