<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FbjDXdl.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Todd<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>The Red Hood<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat-family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:11<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aquaman, White Canary, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Miss Martian. Radio communication with Batwoman, Oracle and Nightwing<br/><hr/><br/>Soon after he had settled down behind Booster Gold, the rest of the cavalry arrived with dizzying coincidence and speed. He barely heard Dick's playful jests over the radio- Not that he needed a reason to ignore Nightwing- as Aquaman, the arrogant seaweed, burst into the scene, catching a car and impressively turning it back on Ivy. Jason ignored him too, not wanting to be caught under a figurative or literal sea of arrogance and lecturing, a replay of the last time they had met face to hood. He was just like Bruce, too afraid of the permanent solution. Jason didn't kill for fun, he killed because it was necessary. No, he fought villains for fun. Red Hood also caught a shimmer of light moving in front of Booster's forcefield; The voice wasn't familiar, but it sounded cute, filled with menace and venom as a thick, hulking vine was severed at the stem and tossed nonchalantly at Ivy. His helmet switched to a different spectrum, and he could see the thermal outline of the Martian, already guessing at her origin and physiology, though he didn't have enough time to pull up the vital statistics he had on file for the other Martian he was familiar with.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Batwoman</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>"Do me a favor if you see Mags there and let her know what we're moving to do, Jason.  I'd appreciate it," Kate added before it was too late.</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It was his 'boss' that chirped over the radio this time, and Jason gave a nod of his head to seemingly nobody. Kate didn't mess around. She had Bruce's sense of seriousness and straightforwardness. He liked that.<strong>"You got it,"</strong>he answered curtly, surveying the scene, ignoring Aquaman and Booster as they tried to draw up a halfback draw to get at Ivy. He wasn't into it. He had his own ideas. Above all of them, the Bat-glider was struggling to gain a pinpoint target on the middle of Ivy's forehead, a 50 caliber cannon ready to blow the chlorophyll down her spine and out her asshole. It was hard getting that fix though, with vines swirling around her, perhaps aware of the unmanned weapon plotting nearly a thousand feet in the air above her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Oracle</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Red Hood how you doing in there? We can't give you anymore back up the rest of the team is heading over to S.T.A.R. labs to stop a break in that's in progress but you've got Booster Gold as back up and I guess that`s better then been alone right?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Relax, I'll take care of everything down here, O. I'll let mom, dad, and sweet baby sister clean up those broken beakers at STAR."</strong>He thought that would be the end of it, but she threw one last addendum in there, catching a visual of the Atlantean, either from the news feed coming in from helicopters above or from Jason's helmet itself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Oracle</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I know you won't appreciate this but that is one hell of a specimen of a man...wow."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Red Hood sighed aloud, shaking his head. He watched Booster fly up into the sky and begin an assault against Ivy, just as another woman he didn't recognize swooped in on a grapnel and started to engage with a goon, fist to fist, just how he liked it.<strong>"O... Please, shut up. Please."</strong>He said it with just enough sarcasm not to hurt her feelings. She mentioned the electric-based weapon Kate Kane had loaned him; He didn't have it anymore, but he had adapted it to work with his gloves, and he nodded appreciatively at the thought of giving Ivy a few thousand volts to the face. One eye was peeled on the drone's POV above them, waiting for a clear shot that he could authorize, but the other was in front of him, as he began to dash towards Ivy, pulling his signature combat knife out of its holster and giving it a playful twirl between his practiced fingers.<strong>"It's time for a pruning!" </strong>He knew from experience that attacking Ivy head-on, if possible, was always preferential to defeating her animated flora, which amounted to something between major distractions or mere annoyances.<br/><br/>Before he could reach the villain, though, one of those mere annoyances became a gigantic concern. Biohazard warnings began to pip inside of his helmet as a cloud of spores, and then toxins, were released into the atmosphere one after another; Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glorious flash of red fire whipping through the air, and he wished he could have stopped to admire it, but he was reading the biochemical analysis of the substance sticking to the outside of his helmet and clothes. He had a very advanced, Darth Vader-esque filtration and protection system, and he didn't feel any of the effects, but he saw some of the other heroes retching and reacting violently. That wasn't the worst bit; Gunshots began to ring out from behind, and Jason felt a bullet rip right through his jacket!<strong>"Shit! The crowd's losing it!"</strong>Jason had seen a crowd frenzied by mind-altering substances before, and he had to get away from them... So he continued his original plan to run towards Ivy, to create separation from the pile of human flesh that wanted to rip him in half, and put a stop to Ivy before she could escalate the situation again.<br/><br/>He did have one trump card, though. Resigned to not blowing Ivy's head clean off like a dandelion, the drone above him was commanded to run crowd control diagnostics, non-lethal. The glider swooped down towards the crowd and began to carpet bomb wild civilians and cops with bean bags fired at a high velocity, to subdue and slow the growing riot.<br/><br/>Ivy retreated into the bank, and Hood hoped to follow after her, eyes peeled side to side now, wary of deceptive vines that could have been slithering across the pavement or whipping through the air. The rearview camera and proximity sensor was telling him that the crowd was getting closer too. But he was Red Hood, the former Robin, he was stronger, faster, tougher than any of them. Slowly he lengthened the distance between them and himself as he hoped to close the distance between him and Ivy, intent on making it into the bank and putting a quick end to her. Something Bruce should have done before he died.