Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>He struggled to his feet, rolling his eyes from under the helmet when she said that the talk was constructive and the message was not to mess with her. "Wait..there was a message this entire time? Damn, that completely flew over my head. Oops," Jason said in a mocking apologetic voice. He watched her limping away before pulling his guns out and aiming them at fatal points. One at her head, the other her chest. She would pay for his leg, for everything...Jason then lowered his guns. He wasn't thinking straight. At least he could tell when we wasn't now instead of going with it. He began to push the guns into their holsters after saying an insulting comment, of course. He glanced up at Barbara when she began to speak, but the moment his guns were securely in their holsters, an explosion went off.<br/><br/>Jason immediately put his hands up innocently. It looked really bad, like the guns had triggered a switch or something, but he actually wasn't the culprit this time. As the green cloud rose up, Jason could feel himself become colder. Did that mean Joker was there? If he was...the clown was going to die by his hand. He'd do what Bruce has been failing to do for way too many years. Since Batgirl would be going, letting her approve of him fighting on her side would be good. And sure, he'd play by her rules...that is until he saw that pasty faced, green haired, smiling freak. Then he'd turn behind her back and kill the b a s t a r d. He didn't care about the consequences of that action. A dead Joker meant a better world and a happier him.<br/><br/>When she agreed and tossed his knife, his gloved hands caught the knife by the hilt and he slid it back into the strap at his right leg. He then took the batclaw from his waist and walked over, his left leg starting to regain its strength from the 50,000 volts. He jumped off the building after Batgirl, shooting the batclaw and eventually catching up with her. "No worries, I'm a pretty fast guy," He stated thinly. They weren't on good terms. He still wanted to beat the s h i t out of her, but at the moment, their team up wasn't a bad idea.<span style="font-style: italic">The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right</span>?<br/><br/>Upon getting to the location, Jason stayed crouched on a roof as he assessed everything happening below. People were laughing hysterically, Joker goons wearing gas masks were running around and spraying more of the gas. They were robbing a bank, it seemed. Ole Joker must be running low on cash. Batgirl could take care of them while he stayed up on the roof. He was looking for one person only...and he didn't see him. Jason narrowed his eyes...then saw a movement of shadows of the scene. It was very discrete, and extremely easy to miss. In fact, those on the ground level were probably completely oblivious of it. As fast as it had come, it was then gone...until he saw a form on a roof across the road from him. They were clad in black and small. The person looked over once, and even from the distance, the cyan color of the eyes peered and glowed through the shadows of their cloak, almost like a cat's. The color seemed to have sucked the air from Jason's lungs. The person was gone as soon as they had come, almost as if they had never been there.<span style="font-style: italic">Don't tell me...was that...</span>. Jason clenched his hands into fists. Looked like he was opening an investigation. He looked down where the fighting was going on with the goons. He needed their leader. Jason then dropped down after making sure his helmet was air tight and wouldn't let him inhale any of the gas before jumping down to join in.