Jason Todd / Red Hood<br/><br/>He had to admit, Jason was not prepared for Barbara to throw the steel ball bearing at the thug. As he looked back on it, he saw just how she had played him. She spoke of certain topics that could throw his focus away and distract him. Using that as her advantage, she got the steel ball bearing without him noticing. It was a good move, he would admit that. Barbara never failed to pull through. He did, however, mourn the loss of his poor bullet for a quick second. What a loss. Could have used that for a good shot. Oh well. The bullet itself blasted through the brick, scattering pieces around and embedding into the wall. Almost immediately, she was coming at him with her cape in front of her.<br/><br/>"You know, Batgirl, you've never fail to catch me by surprise," Jason spoke, slipping his guns into the holsters at his waist quickly before balancing on the balls of his feet, "but maybe all that training I've done will finally pull off in surprising you." As she came upon him, Red Hood was ready for combat if needed be. He knew that her cape would most likely be able to stop his bullets. Why would she put it in front of herself otherwise? Since he hadn't been planning on shooting her anyways, the guns were just baggage in the possible fight against her. His knife would be more effective, if he were to go for a kill. This time, his physical abilities would be enough. "Must this all end in violence?" He chuckled sarcastically as she came upon him. He blocked her attacks (if you are okay with that!), using only defense maneuvers so they were locked in a stalemate.<br/><br/>"Calm down. I'll let you have this one. You beat me at my own game fair and square." He said to her simply, pushing her back with just enough force that it released the stalemate. He cracked his knuckles before lifting his helmet off, shaking his messy black hair and running a hand through the tangled mess. His ice blue-gray eyes rested on her, one part of his face hidden in shadow and the other one lit with the faint glow of the moon and a streetlamp. A burned J was on his cheek from where Joker had branded it into his face. "Do you need any help carrying that...man to the police department?" He asked, his eyes slowly shifting in distaste to the unconscious man. "Scouts honor I won't stick my knife in his head, throat or chest," He added with a sideways glance at her and a side smirk, judging her reaction.