Betrayal- Jason Todd x fem story

Chapter 8- Resistance

I peered over the roof, over looking, as police entered the apartment I put an anonymous tip on.

Sometimes I forget the simplicity of certain missions when larger, more important conflicts get in the way.

On nights like these, I stay out. Feeling the crisp, night air. Cold and tickling the back of my neck.

A thump from behind me, caught my attention. Losing my train of thought. The little bird stands before me.

Tim Drake, sweet kid, but pissed Jason off beyond imaginable.

Without acknowledging his presences, I told, "Go home, Little Bird." Still leaning on the ledge. "Where's Red Hood?" He asked.

"Why would I tell you? Are you even old enough to have a license?" I turned around to face him.

"Funny." He rolled his eyes. "I thought it was..." I turned back around, ready to jump off the edge. Robin threw a Batarang at me. I swiftly caught it between my fingers and turned around.

"Let's see if you can keep up." I threw it back at him before jumping to the next building, Robin followed.

Parkouring, through and around buildings until we both landing on one roof and began fighting. Birdie kept his guard up but didn't lay too many hits.

After a shot right to the face, Tim grunted, putting his guard down. Out of breath, "Ok... okay."

"Well someone's been learning." I smiled under my mask. Before talking again, I was hit in the back of the head. I jerked my hand up to my head and looked down at what hit me.

An electric rod.

And a fist to my face. I caught his punch in my palm before he could lay down the attack. "Dick Grayson. Still pretending to be the hero."

Nightwing's dull look and realization lead him to say, "Taylor? You're supposed to be dead." I let go of his hand, stepping back a few inches. "Sorry to disappoint. Now, what do you want?" I closed my arms.

Robin walking over to Nightwing's side.

"Just need to know where he is." He said calmly.

"Why? I mean you were never there for him in the first place. After alienating him, labeling him as a criminal. Oh no, he uses guns. This is Gotham, you're not that much different from us... From criminals." I complained.

"We choose to do this, Zephyr." Robin interfered.

"So did Cobblepot, and Dent, and the Joker. But what about those who didn't ask for this life. Poison Ivy? She was drugged, and now controls plants, but hears their screams. Feels their pain. Anarchy. He was forced to stop the corruption of our dictated city." Proving my point.

"Yes, with violent protests and thugs." Dick tries to blame.

I jumped in, yelling, "Thugs that you were supposed to keep off the streets and back in Arkham! I didn't chose my place. You think I wanted this? You guys have options, choices!" I took a breath before continuing.

"You could've killed off these monsters years ago. But you can't even tell the difference between a monster and a victim... To think, I used to be your friend."

As I walked away, Dick shouted, "Batman's dead!" I laughed for a moment, before realizing the seriousness on his face.

"Your serious... h-how? I mean he-he's batman." I turned back around.

"A kryptonian. Symbol of hope. Savior of Metropolis..." Dick listed. "Superman? Weren't they friends?" I questioned.

Timmy joined the conversation, "I know you're not a fan of us hero's, but... Batman was the best. Not only a father but he gave people a second chance. Me, Dick, Jason, Damien... even the Joker." He sighed in sympathy.