Dick Grayson one-shots

Mistaken

Jason was seething, his fists clenching and unclenching. The joker had escaped. Again.

Striding to his work station, he slams a fist on the table. Anger curling tightly in his chest. His self control withering. "Fuck". He whips around, grabbing his guns before making his way out.

"I'm gonna kill that fucker, even if its the last thing I do."

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Nightwing sat on the edge of the city hall roof sipping at a small coffee. There was something in the air tonight and he didn't like it.

"Nightwing?"

Oracle was on high alert tonight, managing several different channels, trying to keep everyone connected and up to date. It was showing in her tone.

"Here. Go ahead."

"There's no sign of Joker. Just checking in"

"All quiet here Oracle. Have you heard from....Red Hood?"

There was a silence and then "Nothing. I can't even get a location"

Nightwing pursed his lips. "I'll find him. He won't take Joker's escape well. He'll be out for murder."

"Good idea, keep me updated. Oracle out"

Nightwing stood and stretched. "Alright Jason. Where are you?"

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Jason stepped out from the shadows. The Joker was tinkering and giggling to himself. He was cooking something up, but did Jason give a fuck?

"Ooohhhhahhahahaaaahaaa. This is gonna be good"

Jason took another step forward, his movements silent, direct.

He grabbed the joker by the shoulder, turning him before landing a solid punch to the face, followed by a hit to the stomach.

"Hood" Joker's growled "you've never been any fun"

Red Hood punched him again and again. Each hit sending a fleshy crack around the room, the Joker's head snapping back, his laughter growing.

Jason stopped, stepping back abit, allowing the joker to slide to the ground.

"Let me guess" a wad of bloody spit hits the ground "batsy doesn't know your here hahahaaaa"

Jason lifts his boot and kicks him across the face, smirking at the yell.

"Try laughing with a broken jaw asshole."

Jason turns to look at the table, there was paper everywhere. Small explosives, tricks and...Harley's bat.

"What's this?"

Picking it up he hits it across his hand. His gloved hand gripping the wood, making a squeaking sound.

"Now, I'm going to show you the same mercy you showed me. You gave me a choice didn't you! so here's yours. "A?" He swings the bat down, smiling at the grunt joker let out. "Or B?"

"Backhand? Or forehand?!"

The Joker was getting quiet, his deranged giggles becoming less frequent. Red Hood was loosing more and more control, his smile had turned into a grimace, tears pricking his eyes, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed to end this fast.

Whipping out his gun he aims, his finger applying a little pressure on the trigger. He was hesitating! Some little part of him recognising how damaging this could be for him, but he needed to end this.