Supernatural Sam!Girl

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Five days. It had been five days since anyone had seen Red Hood. Bruce put on his suit while thinking of his wayward son. He had to find Jason and deprogram any brainwashing the League had done. He put on his gauntlets. Bruce knew it would be hard, and he was being biased. With all the people Jason killed, he deserved to be in jail or Arkham. Bruce couldn’t do it. He put on his cowl.

His son would come home.

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Crime Alley was in chaos.

He had tried to stop both the literal and metaphorical fires, but the Alley didn’t trust Batman. Batman couldn’t help but wonder why Jason hadn’t come out to settle it. After all, it was the perfect time to take complete control of Crime Alley and establish his own brand of vengeance. He couldn’t help but worry. What if he was hurt and unable to stop the chaos caused?

Batman stopped a group of men from ransacking a small electronics store. He left them tied up on a light pole. There were a few times he noticed small groups of men and women—Red Hood’s men and women—trying to stop people from adding to the Alley’s chaos, but there was only so much they could do.

Watching this, Batman thought of what would happen when Bruce took Jason back to the Manor. The Alley would go through a lot of bloodshed without the Red Hood around. Hmm. He would have to devise plans to keep the Alley safe while he rehabilitated Jason. Maybe he could bribe Nightwing into staying a while longer. He could add Crime Alley to his patrol route and have Nightwing patrol the area.

Maybe he could have Robin come back home for a little while…Then again, if Jason was going to be around, well, he didn’t want Tim exposed to a murderer, son or no. Plus, he didn’t know how Jason would react to Tim’s presence.

No, only Nightwing.

Maybe he could have Jason give him ideas for keeping the Alley safe. As long as those ideas didn’t involve murder.

A shout of pain. A gunshot going off.

Batman followed the sound to an alley and found a familiar figure standing over a dead man’s body.

Red Hood was back.

Batman didn’t ignore Jason, but he quickly took in the scene. There was a woman, a prostitute, with disheveled, skimpy clothes. Her eyes were wide in fear, and she trembled. The fallen man had his zipper down, and a gun loosely clutched in his hand.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Red Hood had stopped.

Red Hood ignored Batman and crouched down. He took off his helmet and whispered soothingly to the woman. He helped her trembling frame up and gave her a wad of cash.

“Go home. Don’t come out until this is over.”

The woman took the cash and ran out of the alley, sparing a glance at Batman as she left them behind.

Jason turned and smirked at Batman.

“What’s the matter, old man? You look worried.”

“Where have you been? Are you hurt?”

Jason’s smirk fell.

“Why do you care? You have no right to question me.”

“Jason.” He stopped. Jason had a gun pointing at him. God, how he hated guns, and here his son was pointing one at him.

“Don’t even think about it, Bruce. I won’t hesitate to shoot you.”

“Jason, come home.”

“Fuck off. Crime Alley needs me after the time you’ve neglected it. It deserves its savior. Even if it means that I have to cleanse it with blood.”

“We don’t kill, Jason.”

Jason snorted and started laughing.

“No, you don’t kill, you coward. I’m doing what has to be done. I’m taking out the evil from its roots.” He said while kicking the dead body on the floor.

“You’re a crime lord. How is that being a savior?”

“Yes! I’m a crime lord! That’s what you don’t understand. You can’t stop crime; you can only control it.”

Batman took a step toward Jason. A shot rang out, hitting Batman right on his bat sigil.

“The next one will be somewhere lethal.”

“What has Talia done to you?”

“Don’t you dare. Talia has been there for me from the beginning. She opened my eyes.”

“She brainwashed you!”

Jason let loose a volley of bullets. Batman didn’t stay to let the hail of bullets hit him and dodged behind a trash can. When he looked up, Jason was gone. Some instinct had him looking up. Jason stared at him from the roof; he put on his helmet and ran away.

 Batman couldn’t lose him, not again. He used his grappling gun to reach the roof and chased Jason. Jason led him through a merry chase, throwing ninja stars and shooting Batman along the way. Neither seemed to be able to get the upper hand.

Suddenly, Jason stopped. He took off his helmet and threw it at Bruce. Bruce jumped to the side as soon as the helmet exploded. Bruce felt sick. Had Jason really been carrying a bomb on his head? Before Bruce could really think about it, Jason turned and threw a punch.

Batman dodged and threw one himself, hoping to knock Jason unconscious. He felt a bit of pride when his son dodged it and kicked him. The kick left him rattled. Jason turned his back and was about to run when Batman threw a bola at Jason’s feet. He fell face-first.

That didn’t stop him from throwing a smoke bomb at Batman’s feet. Batman didn’t hesitate; he ran up to Jason before he could cut the rope. He slapped Jason’s ears at full strength to disorient the boy and then punched his chin.

Jason didn’t go down. Instead, he punched Batman on the groin. Either he forgot that Batman had that area under protection, or it was a desperate attempt to gain his freedom.

“Stop fighting me, Jason. We’re going home.”

“Never!”

Jason struggled as Batman tried to handcuff him. He didn’t want to do it, but he had to. Bruce took out his taser and hit Jason right on the neck. Jason’s eyes widened behind his mask.

“Bitch,” he said and then promptly passed out. Batman got Jason before he hit the floor. He couldn’t help but run his hand through Jason’s soft hair. Then he took hold of a white streak and frowned, not liking the reminder that his son had suffered. He took Jason into his arms, his soft breaths a miracle.

The last time he had held Jason, his lungs had stopped, his body turning cold. Bruce looked at the smoke rising in Crime Alley.

He knew that Jason wouldn’t forgive him for leaving Crime Alley in shambles, but dammit, Bruce just wanted his son home. He called for the Batmobile and left the roof with his son in his arms.