Flaming wings don't fly(Jason Todd x OC)

Chapter 3: The Heat of the Moment

The old warehouse on 27th Street was a relic of Gotham's industrial past, its exterior covered in grime and decay. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the lingering stench of rust. Red Hood and Flare stood at the edge of the building's roof, surveying the scene below.

Jason's tactical visor was active, scanning the interior and highlighting potential threats. "Looks like we have a small army of thugs guarding this place," he said, his voice low and precise. "They're protecting what appears to be a major shipment of arms and drugs."

Flare's eyes glowed with a fiery intensity. "Good thing I'm not one for subtlety. How do you want to handle this?"

Jason considered their options. "We hit them hard and fast. I'll go in first to create a distraction. Once I've drawn their attention, you use your flames to control the chaos and neutralize their reinforcements. We need to make sure no one escapes and that we get what we need from this shipment."

Flare nodded, her fiery aura crackling with anticipation. "Understood. Let's get this done."

With a plan in place, Jason dropped down through a skylight, landing silently in the middle of the warehouse. His presence immediately drew the attention of the guards. He took out the nearest two with precise, ruthless efficiency, his pistols silent and deadly. The thugs scrambled, shouting orders and reaching for their weapons.

From the roof, Flare watched the chaos unfold. With a wave of her hand, she sent a wave of fire cascading into the warehouse, creating a wall of flames that cut off the thugs' reinforcements. The blaze spread quickly, the heat intense enough to force the remaining gang members to retreat.

Jason took advantage of the confusion, moving swiftly through the warehouse. He made his way to the shipment, a large crate marked with various gang symbols. He pried it open to find an assortment of high-grade weaponry and stacks of illicit drugs. His heart raced with a mix of adrenaline and determination. This was the evidence he needed to bring down the gang's operations.

Flare joined him, her flames flickering as she controlled the blaze around them, ensuring that the gang members remained trapped and disoriented. She glanced at Jason, her expression serious. "Looks like you've got what you need. Should we finish this?"

Jason nodded, signaling for Flare to follow him. "We'll plant some explosives to ensure they don't rebuild this stash. Then we need to get out before the fire department arrives."

As they planted the explosives, the sound of sirens began to wail in the distance. Flare's fire had attracted attention, and Jason knew they needed to move quickly. They made their way to a side exit just as the first bursts of flames erupted from the crate they had rigged.

The warehouse lit up in a spectacular explosion, sending a plume of smoke and fire into the night sky. The heat and shockwave pushed them forward, but they were already moving, escaping through the alleyways and blending into the darkness.

They regrouped on a nearby rooftop, catching their breath as the distant sounds of sirens grew closer. The city below continued to bustle, unaware of the destruction that had just taken place.

Jason glanced at Flare, who was already extinguishing the last remnants of her flames. "Nice work down there. We did good."

Flare's mask hid her smile, but her eyes betrayed her satisfaction. "Not bad yourself. We make a pretty good team."

Jason's gaze lingered on her, and for a moment, the professional distance between them seemed to diminish. "You know, I wasn't sure how this would go. But having you around—maybe it's not such a bad idea."

Flare's expression softened. "Likewise. Gotham's a big place, and sometimes it helps to have someone watching your back."

They stood there in silence, the aftermath of their joint operation still settling in. The night was far from over, and the city's darkness held more challenges, but for the first time in a long while, Jason felt a flicker of hope. Their partnership was still new, and trust was something that needed to be earned. But as they looked out over the city, they both understood that maybe they had found someone they could rely on. Even temporarily.