<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Red Hood: Crime Fighter Extraordinaire!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>(Warning: Extreme Violence Incl. Gunshots, Decapitation, Broken Bones)</strong></span></div><br/>A new viral video had a meteoric rise. Despite its grotesque and dark nature it had featured on an assortment of news networks worldwide in less than an hour of it first being posted. It was generally preceded by warnings of extreme violence and graphic imagery. Unfortunately the nature of the video meant that the Justice League would have to pay attention to this, described as the most brutal vigilante ever caught on camera. The video kicked into life with a black screen. Red lettering proclaimed the title as 'Red Hood: Crime Fighter Extraordinaire!'. The cheery music in the background sounded like it was from the forties or fifties, a backing track to a cheesy cartoon perhaps. Steadily the darkness faded out to reveal a fairly blurry shot of a group of thugs crowded in a back alley. The footage looked like it came from a security camera attached to the side of one of the buildings and was slightly distorted by the drizzle in the street. A caption came up across the bottom of the screen, in a white box, similar to a cartoon narration.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://hot-wallpapers-hd.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/NYC-Alley-Gotham-HD-Wallpaper.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>"What's this? Miscreants, it looks like! Bringing down Gotham with their nefarious plots!" </strong></div><br/>The camera then panned up, steadily headed to the rooftops, revealing the silhouette of a figure standing looking down towards the alleyway and the gathered criminals, who appeared to be midway through a fairly low key drug deal. The figure was dressed in dark armour, with a hood up and a jacket over the top. It looked very practical and seemed to pay little attention to style or design. In the figure's hands there were a pair of large, high calibre handguns. They had a red mask almost entirely concealing their face aside from two whited out eyes. Most distinctive was the symbol on their chest plate. At a glance it appeared to be the famed symbol of Batman, but on closer inspection it had two key differences. Firstly it was blood red in colour, and secondly it was done far more crudely, as though whoever had painted it on had deliberately tried to make the paint run. The image was of a damaged and worn bat symbol, with the paint running down it gave the impression it was somehow bleeding.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/14/4f/53/144f5326719e8277324075696269a7bd--batman-arkham-knight-batman-batman.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>"But after the Batman has abandoned our city, who will save us?"</strong></div><br/>The figure levelled both handguns, taking just a second to aim before two gunshots split the cold night air. The sound rung out loud, echoing a little through the alleyway. Both rounds had hit home. One of the criminals below was dead before he knew it, the shot going clean through his eye socket he slumped to the ground. There was no fanfare, no sound effects, but a little red caption bubble appeared on the video.<strong>"BLAM!"</strong>It said, painfully out of place next to such violent imagery. The second criminal was hit in the stomach and screamed.<strong>"KABOOM!"</strong>Went the captions. He was a big man, but the sound reduced him to little more than a helpless whelp. Blood sprayed from his gut as he crumpled into the floor, clutching at his abdomen as though he was attempting to block the bleeding with his bare hands. The rest of the group had two reactions. Some reached for their own weapons, others fled.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://img07.deviantart.net/1909/i/2015/200/4/0/jason_todd___red_hood_by_13nin-d594h4p.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>The Red Hood, that's who! He'll do what Batman was always afraid to do!</strong></div><br/>The narrating captions did little to address the ultra-violence going on in the imagery, maintaining that it was still something positive and light-hearted to be witnessing. The figure, now dubbed 'Red Hood' headed down from the rooftops at breakneck pace. He jumped without fear, crashing onto a fire escape he landed on the railing, hooking his feet into it and hanging upside-down. In the shadows he was almost reminiscent of a huge, man-sized Bat looking down on the street below. He levelled the two guns once more and fired them off, aiming for the men who'd fled.<strong>"POW! ZAP!"</strong>Two more hits. One was struck in the small of the back, arching out and crashing to the ground he skidded a few feet on the concrete and didn't get back up. The other connected to the back of a fleeing man's skull. The footage zoomed briefly, seeming to inexplicably enhance the clarity it showed the man's head almost implode as it was utterly destroyed by the high calibre pistol. There was no scream or reaction from him, only the untouched corpse collapsing to the ground with a gory, disturbing mess where his head had been. Back up above the vigilante dropped from his vantage point, descending at a breakneck pace with a series of flips and rolls. Whoever they were their athleticism certainly couldn't be called into question.<br/><br/>They crashed down onto the tarmac with the four remaining criminals holding pistols at them. They looked afraid and angry, and then they opened fire. The shots clattered into the armour but had no real effect besides creating a great deal of noise. The Red Hood holstered his own guns and dashed forward. The first man tried to meet him in a fist fight, throwing a clumsy haymaker. Red Hood ducked it easily and barrelled into the man with a shoulder tackle, dumping him onto the ground and stamping on his throat.<strong>"KERUNCH!" </strong>Once again the camera seemed to gain a good deal of clarity just for the violence, showing the man's neck give way to the heavy duty boot and a violent cough spraying blood onto the black heel. Red Hood didn't waste a second though, and as the second man tried to tackle him he landed a brutal uppercut into his jaw.<strong>"CRACK!"</strong>This time the caption couldn't have been any more accurate, as the man's head seemed to snap clean back. The force of the punch had been so great it'd instantly broke his neck and the body just fell to the floor in a lifeless heap.<br/><br/>The last two men's nerves were clearly getting the better of them but they'd managed to arm themselves, one with a switchblade and the other a baseball bat. They circled the Red Hood, looking about as likely to run as they were to fight. But perhaps they'd decided running would only get them gunned down. The man with the bat took a few steps forward and swung hard, as the other wrapped around with the knife to stab at Red Hood's back. Unfortunately neither was quite prepared for the speed and skill of the brutal vigilante. Red Hood stepped into the baseball bat's arc, grabbing the thugs arm and yanking him forward. He ended up holding the thug in front of him and shoved him violently toward the other who was mid knife swing, ending up impaling his gut on the switchblade. After the shove he followed up with a hard kick.<strong>"KAPOW!"</strong>There was a sickening, gurgling scream as the man fell onto his friend, the knife leaving the other man's hand and staying embedded in his stomach. Red Hood was now fairly bloodstained, and the single thug left was in no better state himself after unwillingly stabbing his friend. Red Hood advanced without pause, this time delivering the first strike to the now stunned, shaken man he was opposite. He punched him in the shoulder first, disabling his right arm entirely with a dull thud.<strong>"OOOFFF!"</strong>Came the now dark, unnerving captions. The strike came out faster than the last man standing could react to, and was followed with another to his jaw. It cracked under the impact, leaving his face twisted and off-centered, pouring with blood as he staggered and collapsed to his knees. Red Hood only advanced, drawing his handgun and placing it on the back of the man's skull. The final crack of the gun was the last sound before the audio was replaced with just the gentle, light drizzle in the alley as the Red Hood stared down the camera. He approached steadily, almost seeming to look through it at the viewer. After one last caption it cut out, fading to black once more.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f2/71/5a/f2715a3dfb7d055e80dc18d2cc941cb0--jason-todd-batman-jason-todd-red-hood.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>When abandoned, we do drastic things. Gotham has been let to rot and this is its cure. We don't need you anymore, Batman.</strong></div>