Jason Todd in Supergirl #35

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Jason Todd in Supergirl #35

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The number of the not the friendliest of Bruceâs acquaintances was becoming to grow in the city, and it really made Jason wonder where the hell they were coming from. If one thing was sure, it was that Gotham was mighty quiet now. Oh man, what he would give to be back there, doing his own job away from the ever watching eyes of the Batman, clearing up Arkham Asylum and the streets from those disturbed individuals. He blatantly ignored what people said about the Red Hood, and how he was comfortably sitting among the so called âvillainsâ.
âWhat is even going here? You, Catwoman, Harley.. Is this some kind of messed up girls night out? I bet Batman is having his third aneurysm already. Unless youâre planning to play nice here. Which I doubt.â
     ⳠâFROM THE MOMENT he was in earshot she was well aware of who was approaching. Jason Todd, a name was where her knowledge started and ended.. Bruce was tight-lipped about most personal matters, but Jason, Selina had never bothered asking. She could only assume where that line of questioning would lead and they fought enough as is. Not to mention, he was the boy wonder she saw the least of and now he was far from a Robin, at least in the eyes of the public.
     Normally she would waste no time opening with her usual quips but today she was beaten to the punch, a pleasant surprise. She could only imagine how much Bruce appreciated his snark, not much at all, if she had to guess. âHow about a paw? Without the claws, of course.â That statement alone should suffice, she had been more than happy to oblige.Â
     âBy the way, he isnât around.â Earlier she had noticed him scanning the perimeter and she could only think of one man who would prompt such caution. âYou know how he feels about my night job.â  Several strings of pearls hung around her neck, dimly they reflected the city lights, a testament to this eveningâs modest conquest.Â
He didnât expect her to be hostile; if Bruce had one acquaintance that wouldnât attack him or reply with something cold to his already mean spirited comments, that would be Selina. It honestly surprised him how the two of them got close in the first place, he had seen them together years ago when he was still a Robin, but, as of today, he read and watched stray footage of them. Not to mention that gossip traveled far, and their relationship, if it was one, was well known to him. Now, that he couldnât get his head around, how they managed to coexist considering their nature.
âNot badâ, he agreed, giving her a subtle nod, even though one could hardly tell that the helmet moved in the slightest bit. Her goggled were probably equipped with night vision anyway, as did his own helmet. Still, he moved under the streetlight, bringing some light unto him once she made it known that she was indeed alone.
âFigured as much. Where did you even manage to get that?â, he asked, pointing at the pears around her neck. He couldnât care less if she stole them, she wasnât really bothering anyone, was she? To hell with that. âIâm surprised that he didnât try and make you quit this nasty habit of yours. Or did you just learn to block him out whenever he brings it up?â
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Heroes were crawling in the city. Literally, the new guy that he was watching was crawling on the wall, like a messed up man insect, or a man possessed. That wouldnât surprise him, he heard that Constantine was back in town, who knew what messed up things he brought back with him. Honestly, he would be concerned about this weirdo if it wasnât for the ridiculous costume he was wearing, a sign of a wannabe superhero. A ridiculous one.
A scoff.
âHey, bug man. You arenât going to go far in the superhero scene if you creep kids like that. What is even that, wall crawling? Who the hell does that?ââ
@respectingfear
Rumour had it that HE was in the city. And Jason hunted him down, of course he would attempt to do so. Still, he took his time, gathering intel, figuring out his patrol patterns, scheduling the moment of their meeting in perfect detail. He wanted to be ALONE with him, with no intervention from anyone or anything. He needed this, he didnât care if Bruce might have insisted otherwise. It wasnât up to him to decide, no, Jason wanted this confrontation and he WAS going to receive it.Â
Too many times he tried to reconcile, to FORGIVE him, but every single, every damn time something pushed him away, giving him more reasons to be angry at his old mentor, his friend and..the closest thing that he could ever get to a father. It wasnât like he craved to be angry, full of anger and that feeling of satisfaction from seeing people in pain, and yet he still managed to receive it. There was a time that he wished for Bruce to DIE, so angry with him and his choices, but he grew up, grew saner after his return to the land of the living.
His anger issues were hard to resolve, and it seemed that meetings with Bruce and Dick made them worse. It wasnât a coincidence that both of those people held the Batman mantle, and this was exactly what Jason hated; the Batman ideology, his lectures about morality that didnât mean a damn to him, he made his own god damn agenda.
And yet, there he was, a wooden knife, carved to the most of its abilities, held against a petty thiefâs throat, helmet on as he looked at the Batâs shadow creeping in the alley.
âThereâs no point of you trying to jump on me, Bruce. We both know that I might end up slitting this guyâs throat. A wrong move from your part and oops, there was a pathetic waste of space in this city. Couldnât throw him into an Asylum like you always do, right?â

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There was one person that he didnât expect to meet in the city, and that Selina Kyle, famous cat burglar and Bruceâs flame. Not that they had many run ins, he was sure that the other Robins were more fortunate than him and actually GOT to meet him. Then again, he was the familyâs black sheep, if he could even call that a family, that is.
She was alone; he did wonder if Bruce was somewhere nearby, eyes squinting under the red helmet of his. Surprising her was out of the question, he had seen her working and moving, truly having earned her name, where his heavy boots did make his presence wildly known. With heavy steps, he made his way towards her, not appearing armed at all, a casual âfriendlyâ conversation in mind.
âKind of finding it hard to come up with a good cat pun for a greeting. Give me a hand, will you?â
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Jumping from rooftop to rooftop was a thing that he actually enjoyed. Remnants of his time as Robin, no doubt, and he hated how much he actually loved this. And now, so many people that he knew were in this fucking city, and most of all⌠Bruce. He clenched his fists as he thought of that last name, looking down at the dark alley.
Not that he had met with all of them yet, he still had conflicting feelings about doing this. Not until now. He first spotted the outfit, the bat suit that had such an distinctive look in his eyes. Then the long hair that flowed behind her in the air betrayed her identity, despite her hidden face.Â
âWhat, the Hiveâs run out of rooftops or something?â, he called as he walked slowly towards her.
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   The urge to sigh at his retort was a strong one, though one she evidently resisted. In the face of a criminal, she could not let loose and show much emotion. It would hardly suit the cowlâs reputation, after all.Â
Instead she took to approaching the two with a level-expression, her arms left by her sides. âI donât care if thereâs no real laws hereâŚâ she began, her voice growing ever irritated by each word. âBut a dagger? Words can cut sharper than that. You should try try using them sometime.â
Reaching a halt beside the two figures, the redhead raised one of her hands and gestured roughly towards the collar in Jasonâs hand. âFor now, let him go. JOBSÂ arenât supposed to be fun.â
âI can curse and humiliate him all I want, but I doubt that it will make him change his waysâ, Jason replied coldly, not exactly appreciating her tone either, the irritation somewhat echoing Bruceâs. There was an easy way to piss off Jason, and that was to start lecturing him.
âOh, really? And what about all that crap that people give you about having to enjoy what you do for a living? Now, it seems that I got everything wrongâ, he snorted. The criminal wasnât worthy of his time, that was for sure.
âJust get the hell out of hereâ, he mumbled as he pulled back, but not before kicking the thief away, dropping on the wet pavement, running away from them without even looking back.
âHappy now?â
Oh boy.Â
Those were the only words he could think of in the moment. He went too far and now heâs regretting every moment. Jason is on par with the skills of Batman. Only Batman knows how to wear out the Red Hood. Dick was always along the ride, providing back up. However, heâs too soft, he attempted to make contact and negotiate. Being the support began to wear him out. Then Dick pondered, was it worth it? Jason is the horse in the saying âyou can lead a horse to water but not force him to drinkâ.Â
After all these years attempting to make good on his word, Jason attacks. He became tired of doing the right thing and never receiving tolerance from the Red Hood. He was tired that Jason wouldnât budge. Heâs far too gone, isnât he?
No.
Dick would not let himself fail Jason again. Even if he pulls a dagger out on his throat.
The reaction time is quick; Dick puts his arm in between Jasonâs forearm and his throat. It keeps the blade from sinking any deeper. However the sting was unbearable. It felt similar to a thousand needles against his throat. He pushes up, though the blade just angles ever so slightly. If he continues to push, the tip of the knife will be in his throat.
I have one chance. Okay, Grayson, do it.
âItâs not your style, thereâs your reason.â
He pushes up and the knife begins to slide into his flesh. He wants Jason to see his blood, his wound, and he hopes there will be a pang of guilt or remorse for the attack. Dick somehow manages to remain calm. He forgets all fear of injury and death, focusing on Jasonâs next move.
If this doesnât do it, itâs bye bye birdie.
It pisses him off, he hates it, absolutely hates how Dick knows how to manipulate him. And even though he sees right through him, even though heâs fully aware of what Dick is doing and just how far he would go to stop him, it still gets to him. Seeing Dick getting hurt? He can live with that, but straight up killing him? No, Dick was right, even though he hated to admit it, this wasnât his style. Killing criminals was different, he had his number of confirmed kills to prove it, but actually murdering someone from his âfamilyâ wasnât something that he would do.
The blood was dripping out, dirtying his dagger and glove, and behind his gritted teeth which made a terrifying sound, he hated this so much. What he hated even more, was the fact that he left his helmet in the safehouse before they stepped outside, and that Dick could so clearly see his conflicted emotions.
Despite that, he pressed the dagger against his neck, just a tiny bit, just so he could get the satisfaction of hurting Dick himself, before pulling it away, dropping Dickâs head on the pavement. No, he needed to maintain his image, his air of authority when it came to the first Robin. After all, how could he even forget all the times that they went against each other, especially during his time as Batman?
âYouâre fucked up, Graysonâ, he huffed, still not removing himself from Dick, licking the dagger clean, a demonstration of exactly how sane he is himself. âNext time, I might not be as charming and gentle with you, so watch that big, pretty mouth of yours, you hear me?â
He leaned forward, giving Dickâs cheek a light pat and finally getting off him, wiping the blood off his nose and acting nonchalant, like nothing had just happened in between them.
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   âYou think thatâll HELP?â Her voice echoed through the near-empty alley, though even then her figure could hardly be seen. It was atop the roofing where she stood, eyes narrowed at the scene settled before her. Red Hood was unsurprisingly taking justice to his own hands.
The only issue being how unsavory his methods tended to be.
Using a nearby dumpster lid as a landing place, she jumped down from the tile roofing and soon made it to the ground. With smooth and careful steps towards the man and a suspected criminal, she raised her voice to a stern level. âDo me a favour and let him go, Red Hood. I donât WANTÂ to question your reasons, but I canât say I agree with your methods for interrogation.â
Her voice echoed into the night; she was a much more welcoming sight than Nightwing, that was for sure, even though part of him didnât want to admit how much he did miss Barbaraâs company. Kate was different, but still a better Bat representative than Dick or Bruce.
Oh, he knew that she was questioning his methods, always did, but he didnât care as long as he got the job done. Plus, it did feel incredibly good.
He didnât let go of the petty criminal, holding him tightly from the collar of his shirt, dagger against his neck. His face was covered by the helmet, a good way to hide any emotion whenever he confronted a familiar face. âNow youâre just sucking all the fun out of it. It gets the job done, right? Go ahead, ask him if he wants to try and steal from that store ever again.â
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âWeâre not trying to dictateââ
The words are cut off as the fist collides into his jaw. He feels his tooth loosening under the pressure. Internally, Dick praises his strong set of teeth. He doesnât realize until itâs too late: heâs falling. He forces himself to wake up from the dizziness that Jason put him in; right on time, he curls his head upward and launches his elbow out to catch his body on the ground.
However, heâs stuck on t he ground soon as Jason climbs on to of him. Dick would shield himself but the other left a wide opening. He reaches up to grab Jasonâs jacket and jerks him forward, slamming his forehead into his nose. He hears a loud snap; Dickâs hard head cracks the cartilage in Jasonâs nose.
âWeâre not trying to do anything more than become family, you jerk!â
A little overboard, but hell Dick was angry. His forehead now split open from the attack, blood seeps down over his nose and trickles down to his lips. He holds Jasonâs face close to avoid the other from taking a good whack at him. Jason had to pull off if he was going for another attack.
Oh, what a complete and utter asshole, there was no way Dick wasnât asking for it when he headbutted him in the kind of brutality that Bruce would have scolded him for using years ago. But no, Bruce and Dick both didnât seem to be holding back whenever they crossed paths, hissing and growling and fighting like pure animals, forgetting all about the supposedly family element of their relationship.
He screamed when he got the hit on his nose, and he knew straight away that it was broken, the blood dripping down on Dickâs face. The sight was alluring, to say the least, even though he was furious, he was also excited to see him in equal pain and anger, so much for the perfect and calm Bow Wonder that thought he could ever be a better Batman than himself.
He sat back, still not removing himself completely from Dick, and smiled widely as he wiped his bloody nose, the blood smeared across his lips and cheeks. There was a line and Dick had definitely crossed it, so much that Jason took out the dagger that was given to him when he first ended up there, pressing it against Dickâs  throbbing neck.
âGive me one good damn reason for not hurting you really, really badly right now, you ungrateful shit.â

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Behind the helmet could be a man of any age. Although the tone of voice and language tells Kaz the man had to be in his early to mid twenties. Kaz had the same attitude towards the world at his age, spiteful and disgusted with the world. His father had just committed suicide over losing his second son to Vietnam and his mother forgotten him because of her radiation sickness. The world sucked then, and surprisingly enough (not) the world still sucks.
âYes, Iâm new to Hive City. Tell me about this patch of green you spoke of. What do you know about it?â
Jason narrowed his eyes, not that the other man could tell. He wore his helmet out of habit in that city, nobody knew him, but people did witness him striking down some punks, in most likely cruel ways throughout the city. They deserved it though, Jason saw no reason to be gentle with such petty criminals. Break a few fingers and they would consider it before raiding a few houses and shops in the middle of the night.
A shrug.
âThat is green. And people like to go there. If youâre dying to see it, I can take you there, I guess.â
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