Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Each mention of his past was making him go beyond angry. He wanted to fight. The adrenaline pumped through his veins, as though urging him to spring into action. However, that was something his past self would do. Allow his urges to overcome his senses. When he trained under Lady Shiva, she was able to teach him how to keep that a little more under control. Still...it would be so damn easy to pull the trigger and shoot her. So. Damn. Easy.<br/><br/>"I think you are highly underestimating my manhood. All the girls say it's very impressive. And don't misspeak! My father liked kicking the s h i t out of me rather my doped out mom! Come on, Babs, get your facts straight. Maybe ask your mother sometime, I'm sure she has more common sense...oh wait. You can't, can you? Pity." He smirked. Jason had a game plan. The talking gave him time to think it through. Barbara remembered him as the rash, beat 'em up boy. If he were to speculate, she was expecting a full forced, anger-driven attack. He needed to be smarter. More unpredictable. If he charged, it was very possible he'd lose the fight within a few minutes.<br/><br/>Jason then fired his gun, but had tweaked his aim while they were talking just a bit so the bullet would only graze her right cheek if she stayed in her position. The moment he fired his gun, he also exploded into action. He rolled small explosive balls in the distance between them. The small explosions cause a release of black smoke. His helmet allowed him to see clearly as he, at the same time, moved to the side of her and threw his own specially crafted batarangs. He didn't stay in one spot for long. The goal was to slip behind her, and knock her out with one punch to the back of her head. Get it done quickly and show her not to underestimate him. Swiftly, he got behind her, hoping the distractions had been quick enough to pull her attention, and pulled his arm back to throw the hard punch towards her head.