When Red Hood, also known as Jason Todd, finally carves out his own path in Gotham, he's hit with a new wave of chaos. His old friend is released from prison after three long years, but Jason knows their friendship has turned to hostility. She's out...
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So here I am tracking down the one and only Robin.
Thankfully, I stole that bike or else I would be walking in dread by the time I got anywhere near him.
I sped up on the motorbike revving, making myself known to the crowd as my brown hair sways in the wind. I need to be faster before he has already left the area. Luckily, it was quite close to where I was.
Skidding at my stop, of where all the fight happened, I swing my leg off the bike and make my way over to the alleyway, one thug lays unconscious as the muscley guy begins to slowly doze off. I step my way to the thug, being aware not to step in the blood because of my new boots.
I crouch down to him, forehead glistening with sweat and bruises scattered across his rough face. "Listen here thug, which direction did that robin go, I aint givin' you a fucking count down before I kill you before the cops can get to you." I demand, not showing any mercy as his eyes change to fear.
I hear the faint noise of the sirens meaning the NCPD must be near.
He waits a moment trying to speak, coughing up blood. "U-up there..." He gives a slow nod upwards, signalling the roof.
I glance up at the building beside me and spot a ladder stretching up to the flat windows and further to the roof. Without sparing another look at the thug, I turn and walk away, heading over to the ladders.
Making my movements steady and precise climbing up the ladder as I hear the cops exiting their police cars, red and blue lights flashing while they spot me leaving the action. I pull myself up to the roof with one push, I search the horizons of buildings in a line before noticing a shadow figure jumping from one roof to another, and then grappling to the building he couldn't reach briskly.
I look to my side, seeing the camera pointing to my face, taking a deep breath, I start running away from the bright, white light directed into my eyes. I use all my might to jump from the roof to the other without slipping. Looking behind me, seeing the singular cop following me.
I need exercise since being in prison.
With each precise, graceful jump, I feel my heart pounding vigorously in my chest. I've performed these manoeuvres countless times before, but never in front of such a large crowd. Their eyes are fixed on me, and I can imagine hearing the hushed whispers and swift exchanges of gossip rippling through the onlookers from here. The weight of their anticipation adds a thrilling tension to every movement.
No one's here to save me this time.
No one to help me, and laugh our way through it.
But this is the sickness I love.
Making it near to where Robin grappled as I jump to the last building before I can't jump no more. I turn around, staring at the camera, smirking. The cop in the distance, giving up. I cast one more glance before running up to the edge and taking one last big leap, just making it to the random window edge, paint tearing away.
