<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, 20:10<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Central Bank, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aquaman, Red Hood, Supergirl, Booster Gold, Atom, Miss Martian and Flash. Paging Oracle, mentions of Batwoman, Nightwing and Spoiler<br/><hr/><br/>It had been shaping up to be a long night. The rest of his 'family' was back at base; They spent more time there than they did at the original batcave, but Jason preferred Wayne's old haunt to the new one. He also had established his own minor HQ on an island in Gotham harbor, though it was really not much more than a small bunker with a brimming arsenal of toys. But if he spent most of his time anywhere, it was at the old cave. Thinking of Bruce, thinking of Alfred. It was the most futile notion in the world, but he wished sometimes that he had never died, that he had been Robin. That he had been at Batman's side as they faced the end of the world. Jason sometimes convinced himself that he could have made a difference. His death had driven a wedge between him and the rest of his 'family', and he had refused to fight with them until it was too late. On the outside, to the others, Jason showed no sadness for the loss, but maybe Dick knew better than that. Dick might have remembered the boy who worshipped Batman. Hell, if he had gotten away with those tires, he would have sold three of them and made a bed out of the fourth, and showed it off to his friends. To him, Batman symbolized his hatred for the evil people of Gotham. Now, Jason had to hold up that mantle, along with his adopted brother, Kate, and Stephanie. And Connor. But he didn't trust the super, just like he didn't trust any of the supers.<br/><br/>He had been stalking the rooftops of Gotham, restless, itching for a fight. There was a growing fondness between him and Stephanie and he didn't know how to deal with it. He had never had a normal relationship, and he didn't want to hurt her. But when he saw how Dick looked at her, Jason just wanted to possess her, to drag her into a dark corner and make her his own. Those turbulent feelings are primarily what forced him into the streets to get some fresh air, but his night was not destined to end with him slinking back to Hamilton in the middle of the night. The emergency frequency attuned to his helmet's receiver began to light up, reporting a break-in at Gotham Central Bank; Poison Ivy was robbing the joint, and she had a handful of thugs with machine guns enforcing for her. That, and Ivy's typical tricks, he could only imagine.<em>Gotham Central, damn, I'm clear across town,</em>he thought to himself, already calling for his ride there. He was surprised that he had heard of it before Oracle had chirped it to him.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, O, are you hearing this?"</strong>He voiced over their linked comm network, the whoosh of jet engines roaring closer to him from behind.<strong>"If the rest of them have nothing better to do, Ivy's causing a mess at GCB, and I'm gonna go rip that bitch up by her roots."</strong><br/><br/>Jason turned towards the growing sound, and raised his hands in the air, catching the incoming Bat-glider that had slowed its velocity to a mere 60 miles per hour for the intercept. Grasping the handle that jutted beneath the jet-propelled hang-glider, he communicated his commands to the machine through his mask via ocular movements and neural impulses, and the handle turned so that he could face forward, and see the city rushing below him as they accelerated to upwards of a hundred miles per hour; Luckily for him, he had remembered to zip up his jacket this time. He could remember catching those 100 mph winds behind his billowing leather jacket and being ripped right off of the handles, and falling to the city below. Jason was not unkillable, but a drop of a quarter mile wasn't enough to stop a man born from a Lazarus Pit. He had been completely bed-ridden for days, but he emerged from the situation without a bruise or a broken bone. Long rests, long heals.<br/><br/>Within moments, he was comfortable enough to let one hand go, hanging by his right arm while his dominant left hand grasped the pistol at his waist, pulling it out and releasing the safety with practiced ease. The glider took a graceful turn between two buildings, and he was suddenly bearing down on GCB, and he could see the carnage Ivy was already causing. Shots were ringing out between both sides; Massive vines were twisting around police vehicles, crumpling them up and throwing them away like cheap garbage, the police using them as cover left defenseless and subsequently bullet-ridden. Jason didn't have much love for the boys in blue, but they were mostly honest folks nowadays, unlike when he had taken his turn as the Boy Wonder. James Gordon had started a legacy of honesty within the force, continued by the current captain, Magee Sawyer, who he could only imagine was down in that fray right now.<br/><br/>As he began to pass over Ivy, twelve bullets rang out from his pistol. He was no Deadshot, but he saw Ivy flinch and jerk away from the incoming hail of lead, and one of her goons went to the floor, though he couldn't tell if he had struck a fatal blow or not. On his impulse, the glider made a hairpin turn, and deposited Jason behind Booster Gold, who had erected a convenient force-field against the bullets. He watched as Booster severed one of the vines with a weapon, but gave a dismissive grunt from behind the futuristic playboy.<strong>"Why didn't you aim for that overgrown weed in the middle of all those future corpses?"</strong>Above the both of them, the Bat-glider's jet engines had gone into stand-by, and it was now hovering above the situation as a drone, giving Jason a good aerial view of the situation within his helmet's HUD.