Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>It was impressive that their plan had been discovered so easily. Had it been that predictable? Now that the boarded up buildings were open, the thermal was lighting up everywhere, it growing by the moment. "Damn no killing rule," Red Hood grumbled, taking his batclaw out. There was no way they could stay on the roof they were on. Too many thugs were coming up, and the roof was much too small. They would be overpowered, especially since he couldn't use his precious Desert Eagles for killing shots. He needed to get to the leader before Batgirl. At this point, there was no way she would know what he had originally planned. Both plans had been foiled with this one surprise. Now, they truly were working together.<br/><br/>"Already on it!" He shouted back to Batgirl, though she probably didn't stick around to hear him. He shot his batclaw to a close by building and shot off right as the goons were charging him. He flew through the air and jumped up on the roof he had launched to, keeping the batclaw in one hand and taking out one of his guns with the other. He could at least shoot nonfatal shots, and use it as a way to bash heads. Immediately, he shot his gun in three quick successions as he ran across the rooftop. The bullets all hit their targets: the legs of the men he had randomly targeted. They shouted out, collapsing due to the pain. The men that got in his way, he hit across the head with his gun and ducked under them. When he got to the edge, he jumped off, shot the batclaw at the next roof, and lather rinse repeat as he made his way to the shadowed figure, who was simply standing with their arms crossed.<br/><br/>After a few rounds, Jason realized that using his gun would be futile here, since killing was a no go. He could only injure the goons, not take them out. His fist would be more effective at the moment. So, he landed on one roof and put the batclaw at his waist. "Let's go, assholes!" He shouted, spreading his arms out. The goons laughed then lunged for him at once. Jason ran to the side, leaping over a few of the crowd, before landing on one's shoulders. He shouted in surprise, and he quickly punched him hard in the back of the head and jumped off, twisting in the air and landing in a crouch as he faced the men. There was about 15 of them left. There had been 16. Phew...this was going to be risky. Jason charged forwards, swinging his fists, dodging, counter attacking, and throwing goons into one another. By the end of it, Jason had multiple rather shallow cuts along his biceps and sides, and he had taken a nasty blow to his stomach from a baseball bat, but they were all unconscious. He swept his thermal around but...there was only 15. Where was the 16th man? However, he didn't think much about it and ran off to the next rooftop, not even noticing the gun that was missing from its holster.