Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>Gotham really hadn't changed that much. The slums still had the reek of sweat, homeless people and cat urine, petty thugs still ran around to and fro, and the constant wail of police sirens piercing the air was still the background music to the great city. Ah..home sweet home. There just wasn't anything like Gotham City. Well...actually there was, but for Jason Todd, it would always, in a way, be home. A pain in the ass home, but nonetheless where he spent the majority of his relatively shitty life. The nights in Gotham always seemed to be dense, like the weight of all the criminals' evil actions caused the darkness to thicken. For someone like Jason, the shadows clinging to his form was welcome, inviting even.<br/><br/>Sitting at the edge of a tall, Gothic building, a stone gargoyle his only companion, Jason peered out across the city, the half-moon and the lights of city itself illuminating it for him. It had been many years since he had last been here. In fact, he hadn't seen the Old Man in a long while, though that had pretty much been the plan anyways. Bruce Wayne, the Batman, had tried his hand at getting Jason to come back and getting help for...well...what Joker had put him through all those years ago. Two years of straight torture and brainwashing really did a number on the whole mental health aspect. Jason was so much more into "shoot now, ask later" than "let's talk about your feelings and figure out why you need help." Not his thing. So when he heard that ole Brucie wasn't going to be in Gotham, he couldn't resist the opportunity. Not only would it drive the man insane to know Jason was here while he was gone, but a Gotham without some kind of above the law force? Ha, it probably wouldn't be standing after a whole day. So lo and behold, Jason Todd had come to save the day! With a yawn, Jason Todd slowly rose to a standing position, his red helmet tucked under his arm. The wind tugged at his midnight black hair and swept his dark brown leather jacket back a bit, and he couldn't help but unleash a wide smile.<span style="font-style: italic">I bet I look super cool right now.</span><br/><br/>"Well buddy, it was nice meeting you, but I should be getting on my way," Jason spoke, setting the red helmet upon his head. The eyes immediately glowed as it was set into place. Using a batclaw that he had indeed stolen many years ago, Red Hood made his way across rooftops. It was so much easier than jumping across them, not to mention it didn't take much energy to use. Once he got to the Narrows, Jason came to a stop, putting the batclaw away. There was always something shady going on in the Narrows. If he was lucky, he'd get to avoid Catwoman, who was most commonly known to lurk around the East End of Gotham. The woman had always annoyed him. It was the sound of a scream that caught his attention. "Well that sure didn't take long did it?" He mused to himself, silently moving through the alleyways undetected.<br/><br/>Voices from where the scream had come from were getting louder. From what Jason could make of it, the screamer had been a woman, and her assailant, a man. While it didn't sound like it was going to be a very interesting run-in, at least it was action. "Please just...let me go!" The woman cried and the man snickered at her pleas, instead shoving her back against the wall hard enough to her make her head slam against the brick. "I don't think so hon." He grinned, pulling out a knife, "I'm not just going to let you run to the police." The man began to stalk up to her and Red Hood sighed. Slowly, he strolled up nonchalantly, whistling and twirling his guns around his fingers. "Didn't you know that pushing a lady is just bad manners?" The man paused, and both him and the woman looked over. The criminal scowled and held up the knife in an attempt to look menacing. "Who the hell are you?!" He shouted and Jason came to stop, making his spinning guns stop as well, holding them in his hand and switching off the safety discretely. "Who? Me?" He asked, feigning surprise. "Yeah jackass. You," He man growled. Jason made a show of tilting his head, "Who am I...let's see....aha," He exclaimed, "I'm Santa Clause!" In a flash, he pointed both his guns at the man's head, "Merry Christmas."