Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>As Barbara unwrapped her legs in a hurry, Jason gulped in air to fill his oxygen starved lungs and jumped up from the ground. Just as he turned around to face her, about to launch himself in quick, hand-to-hand combat, her taser struck forward like two snakes, the prongs getting through his tough fabric and sent it's 50,000 volts into it. His entire leg collapsed beneath him, making him go onto his knee, while his useless, numb leg was behind him. "Son of a B I T C H." He cussed. That had hurt like hell!<br/><br/>He looked up at Barbara, who had just pulled the knife from her leg along with the batarang. They hit the ground with metallic chimes, which sounded almost awkwardly pleasant despite the painful situation they were both in. "Yeah, and you were always a b i t c h, so I guess we're even. Besides, that knife can slice through any of Batman's cords. It can cut through just about anything I want it to. Very useful," He grunted as he slowly made it to his feet, though favoring his right leg since the left had been so rudely electrocuted. "And you shouldn't be talking. You tasered my f u c k i n g<span style="font-style: italic">leg</span>!" He said, indicating to his poor left thigh.<br/><br/>Jason glowered at her from behind the mask, his patience spent. "I think I've had enough of our tussle. It was fun while it lasted, but I'm think I'm ending it here and now." He spoke in a raspy, dark voice. He pulled out both guns and pointed them at her, not thinking straight with the rush of the fight having taken over his senses. He was just about to pull the triggers when he shook his head a little, remembering the little rule he made for himself. He wasn't some serial killer. "On second thought," He growled, lowering his guns, "you aren't worth me losing two precious bullets." He put his guns back into the holsters. The moment they slipped in, an explosion went off not too far away, with green gas soon puffing upwards. Quickly he held his hands up innocently, since he did have a vast knowledge in explosives. "It wasn't me!" He said quickly before looking over. "That looks like...laughing gas." He spoke in a cold, distant tone. "Can I have my knife back? I might be needing it sooner than I was expecting."