Red Hood's Society Return

Barbara's Former Self

The view was sculpted by a genius. A view of all the graves and their tombstones were here, obviously to remind Batman of all the motivational things that left more statements in their death rather than their wake. Jason drank some whisky and poured it down landing on the plants. He needed a little of his whisky to remind himself of what how much things were granted from a dead man's moment of joy spread in a depressing inheritance. To hold and remember him, but Jason chose to drink and remember in a drunken state like opening a Christmas present wrapped up to be opened. He couldn't help it.

The drunk in him was making him let off his guard. Remaining cool and collected and strode down some stairs. He knew you couldn't expect a favor out of nothing, a favor for a favor was what blessed the situation. No one would shake Jason's hand without theirs, it took two to do so. He announced his presence and everyone bursted out of their rooms, until they realized it was the drunk, the gambler, and the murderer known as Jason Todd.

"Jason do you have any idea what time it is?" Barbara asked rubbing her eyes.

"No I assume it's time to get out of retirement for all of us." Jason spinning his pistols.

"Why come out of retirement Jason? The police handles almost everything these days, and solves crimes faster than we ever could. They're branching out to the Narrows, and it's already child's play compared to how it used to be. We're not needed anymore. Every crime scene has cops in it these days, the death penalty has killed almost every clown and two-faced people there used to be... The only person left is Black Mask and all he does is run drugs according to your instructions. You can't put on the mask and assume we'd all do too..." Barbara stopping short.

"Because if you shake my hand, you'll have yours shaken too." Jason providing a jar of lazarus.

Barbara squinting past her glasses at the jar. What was in his hand was something to deliver her from chair to good standing more than its physical bringing.

"Jason what'd ya want?" Barbara said.

"It's a small time favor, we put Black Mask from big time into a small time coffin." Jason said.

"Fine. If it helps, I'll help." Barbara said taking the Lazarus pit drink.

She spent no time savoring the flavor, instead drinking copious amounts of Lazarus. The drink tasted like red bull but if it was more fiz, and more salt water at a beach.

Jason saw his face upon the jar. It took him back several years.

Arkham Asylum D-Day

The place where those who were stuck and locked up, became one where they stayed and got hooked up on murdering those responsible of the former. Jason could hear the inmates raving and more once he had broken out of his binds. He ran up some flights of stairs. Batman hid in the shadows. Jason was partial to the shadows, but injected himself in the slaughter. Flipping a guard over onto his head, he hands jittered as they grabbed a pistol.

For quarter of a minute he spent time trying to put his clip into the gun. Time was of the essence, with inmates loose you didn't even have time to blink. A knife swung towards him and he bounced off the wall to loosen the grip on it. Once it dropped he jabbed his neck with the pistol, the man dropped. Jason grabbed the knife and soured through the buildings. It was him responsible, Batman would assume it to be a guard.

Deathstroke fell through a sky light flipping off Jason as he landed. Jason landing on the ground. This was where only words could speak louder than action.

"I could score you 500 mil." Jason said in an orange jumpsuit.

Like a fallen Angel cast to Hell, he didn't blend in either side. One to be picked apart by the demons. And forgotten by those in Heaven.

Present Day

The old man sat in his bed. oxygen tanks connect to the poor man. His lung cancer apparent through his coughs as well. And Jason stepped from one side to the other. As he did so he showcased some Marlboro Reds, removing a stick of tobacco he removed it began smoking. The man coughed.

"You know one of these are like pure relief on life. Helps you take time to forget and focus on it. Love these things, meant for old men like us actually." Jason said grinning from the look in the old man's eyes.

"I know Jason. I know, those aren't for me anymore." The man said with a coughing fit.

"I need to know where Black Mask is. Don't you want one last cigarette. Fills your lungs with warmth, and then you breathe out with the pleasant light headedness. You're already dying. Don't you wanna spend it with joy than tears? These cigarettes are brand new. I packed them the way we both liked. The cigarette lasting longer for more than its extended filter. Imagine the whole pack lasting you until a funeral. No cravings, no withdrawals. A week spent how you wanted!" Jason said.

"Did you kill him?" Barbara asked.

"He's killing himself right now. The fucker couldn't resist temptation. You'd think old people could make wise decisions." Jason leaving.

"This gets more stupid by the second. At least he's alive and well." She said getting in the car.

Black Mask sat in his office before hearing gunfire. He set base at some room. The gun's could be heard below. The flooring below caved in as a giant boom went off. Jason applied his gun to black mask a facial make up of blood  would be given as he put the gun to his face.

"Where the hell is my letter that I had in my car." Jason asked.

"You heroes and your capes, can't scare me." Black Mask said.

"Apply the gun like this and..." Jason squeezed the trigger after the pause. Black Mask's cheek bone now torn open.

"I can't tell you anything." Black Mask said.

Barbara shot some men and entered the room before slamming the door shut.

"I think it's best you tell me before I shoot your kidney. A liver shot is like chewing glass. Believe me you won't get a second chance. You'll be placed smack dab in the middle of a rival gang, in some God forsaken prison. I'll gurantee it happens. It'll make death look like a mercy." Jason said.

"The politician all over the news. He's got it. Selling it off to the highest bidder online labeled 'Batman's secrets revealed by former politic Andrew Shine.'  You can kill me now." Black Mask said.

"Killing people is a general given. But I think prison would work wonders for you. Imagine a whole new you. Getting  jumped by 5 or more guys a day. Giving up most if not all your meals. I think it'll be a new more modest look Black Mask. Hopefully they stomp the mask off, not peel." Jason jabbing his pistol in the pressure point in Black Mask's neck.

He shot him with a tranquilizer dart, and then shot him with a suicide plant dart. The dart administered the liquids, and it was absorbed one hundred percent on the body to a point where it wouldn't hurt if his blood got on you. Black Mask was in so much pain that he could only see white, his eyes receded upward. Jason then reloaded a new clip and shot him with a fear toxin.

Jason got all his cash. And Barbara set up all her computer programs. With a buy there's an address of the source. Jason's journey was coming to an end. They waited for the sale to start, and Jason's Journal was opened by Barbara. Only two pages was enough to make her stop, and it was the first two. She couldn't help but give Jason a weird stare from time to time.