<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/><hr/><strong><em>Summary:</em></strong>Red Hood gets away from White Canary, thanking Miss Martin in the process. Arrives after Thorn reveals herself, but before Booster blows a hole in the roof. Chooses to rush Ivy instead of trying to save Flash, throws his combat knife at Ivy in a desperate attempt to make things quick, pulls his gun and begins to reload in case he misses.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jason felt such a rush of adrenaline as he chased after Ivy. He was the closest one to her, by his estimation. He wasn't a gloryhound, but he wanted a chance to kick her ass without having a bunch of powered idiots rubbing their elbows against him. The bat-glider continued to sweep over the crowd, pelting them with beanbags, sending people to the concrete dazed and groaning but ultimately alive. He would have to review the video footage later, if only to see Aquaman retching; He could hear him from behind, but didn't have time to look back or gloat. He had to get to Ivy before she did something worse. He didn't like this; She was smart, and had to have a better plan than what she had showed off so far. She wouldn't corner herself in GCB without a trump card, or two, or three.<br/><br/>Without the Bat-glider's surveillance, Jason could only rely on his vision... Well, that, and the state-of-the-art warning system giving him constant feedback through his helmet. A quick blip on his radar erupted, but as he turned his head to look, he only saw the color red blur past him, headed into the bank.<em>You're kidding me! Another one?!</em>There were no rear proximity warnings, so the crowd had been successfully held back by his drones and whatever else the superfreaks might have been doing. Distracted by Flash, his left flank proximity alarm began to blare, but that didn't make sense... The police, the civilians, they were all behind him. Jason had barely gotten time to swing his head around to see a blur rushing at him; White Canary lowered her shoulder, and laid down the boom.<strong>"Fuck!</strong>screamed Red Hood, winded, feeling a rib crack beneath the blow. It was impressive, considering how padded and layered his trenchcoat was, and he felt a passing sense of admiration for Canary as she rolled away from him and came up quickly, fists held upwards in a practiced defensive stance, one that belayed few weaknesses. She was skilled. Any other time, Jason would have wanted nothing more but to test his luck against her, but there were more pressing concerns at that moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on, lady! Ivy's getting away, there isn't any time for this crap!"</strong>He still held his knife, but he made a show of putting it away, though he still had a few hidden tricks up his sleeve if she charged him again. Jason didn't want to hurt her. Just as Oracle mentioned it over comm, he realized that she also must have been affected by the spores that his mask had shrugged off. She wasn't in her right mind... But Jason had never fought with much restraint, and he was hesitating now, which left his defensive posture very porous.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it didn't have to come to a fistfight. Someone floated into the air slightly above him, out of his view, setting off aerial alerts. He kept his eyes on his opponent, but maneuvered the glider into a position to check his six o'clock. It was the Martian from before, but this was his first time 'seeing' her. Whose side was she on? Was she breathing in the junk too? His questions were answered a second later, as his opponent was hefted into the air and spun away from him, seemingly manipulated from a distance by the outstretched hand of the Martian. Relief flowed through him, and he glanced back at M'gann, the helmeted hero giving an affirmative nod to her.<strong>"Hey, thanks! I owe you one."</strong>As much as he would have liked to stay and chat- Redheads were kind of his thing- Jason had a job to do.<br/><br/>He was through the entrance of the bank in seconds, and the roaring din of an angry crowd outside was suddenly murmured within the large chamber of the main room. Immediately he began to analyze the situation, though he hadn't gotten far beyond the needles blooming across the walls before he realized Ivy was naked, kneeling within the large bulb of a flower spread out across the floor. He felt his pants tighten up, within 30 feet of the naked realization of his teenage masturbatory fantasies. Whatever pheromones she might have been employing were more likely than not neutralized by his filtration system, but that didn't mean Jason wasn't a red-blooded, heterosexual man. A quick movement in front of him tore Jason's ogling eyes away from Ivy as another woman leaped down from above, landing between him and Flash, a deadly-looking knife in her hands, a couple of equally serious items at her belt. He didn't recognize her, but his database contained an exhausting amount of heroes and villains, and he could make an accurate guess as to who she was. Jason pulled his own dagger out once again, relishing the idea of clashing blades with her, but suddenly, the ceiling exploded, and there was a mass of confusion. He saw her whip a vine around Flash's leg and try to drag him under the marble now billowing down towards the floor, thanks to Booster's reckless entrance.<br/><br/>Torn with a tough decision to make- Saving a potential ally, or neutralizing the main threat- Jason once again charged at Ivy. Booster and Flash could worry about the other one; He wanted to know what the hell Ivy was planning with that gigantic flower of hers. His first reflex was that he didn't like it. His second reflex was to flip his dagger up and catch it by the blade. Within 20 feet now, dodging falling debris as his helmet warned him of those incoming impediments, Jason tried to fling the dagger at Poison Ivy's chest, and was immediately drawing his pistol and reloading it as the blade sang ominously through the air towards its final destination.