Live to Rise

Robin vs. Red Hood Part 2

DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EVERYTHING BELONGS TO DC AND KAI MACIEL THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK
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Note: I was supposed to update this book on Thursday August 18 because it was @Blueberrymuffins18 birthday but with school coming up and rugby practices it completely slipped my mind. So I want to dedicate this chapter to them and wish them a very late birthday!

WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SWEAR WORDS
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After blocking another punch, Robin began to doubt his decision to come alone. The Red Hood was strong and a lot better than he or Nightwing had anticipated since they had never seen him fight.

At first, Tim thought he had nothing to worry about, that Red Hood was nothing but a thug with a gun and that it shouldn't take long to immobilize him. That is until he realized the older vigilante had been toying with him all along.

Red Hood was strong, fast and completely ruthless. His fighting style was amazing and his hits were extremely precise. Tim also seemed to be unable to break his defense, no matter how much he tried to land a hit with his staff, Red Hood would always move or block him.

Robin had never felt this tired since his training days with Nightwing or Batman. Now that he thought about it, Red Hood's fighting style was almost identical to his mentor and predecessor. Where the hell had he learned to fight like this?

Focus, Tim.

They had been fighting for a while now. The sun was high and the streets were starting to buzz with sounds of people. Tim had to be quick before someone saw them. Or before the Red Hood decided to kill a witness.

"Are you tired yet, babybird?" Red Hood mocked. Tim knew he was grinning behind that red helmet and that stupid nickname was starting to annoy him.

"Worry about yourself!" but the truth was that Tim was reaching his limits. His muscles were aching and sore, he felt drops of sweat rolling down his face. He knew he couldn't fight much longer, so he decided to end it now.

Robin dropped a smoke bomb, hid in the darkness and placed his rebreather on his face, he knew he didn't have much time. As soon as the Red Hood was near, Robin kicked him right in the knees forcing the older vigilante to kneel. That was what chance he had waited for, so he quickly hit him with staff right in the chest and gave him a shock of 60.000 volts.

Red Hood stiffened and groaned with pain before falling face down on the concrete. It was over.

Robin removed the rebreather, wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly walked towards the fallen man who remained still. He was about to call the league when he noticed the smell.

"Stun gas! Damn it!" Robin muttered as his muscles became paralyzed and his legs gave in. He didn't have time to put back his rebreather.

"Nice try with the staff, it would have worked it wasn't for my suit," to Robin's horror, Red Hood calmly stood up, completely unharmed and holding the small stun bomb in his left hand.

Robin's head was spinning and he fell on his back, his eyes fixed on Red Hood's imposing figure who was slowly walking towards him. He tried to move, to yell, but it useless. He was completely paralyzed and soon he was going to lose consciousness as well.

What have I done?

Red Hood stopped right beside him and stared at his face. Tim could feel his glare through the helmet, even if he couldn't see his eyes. Then, he stepped on his chest and pointed his gun right at Tim's head.

"I could kill you," Red Hood muttered, each world filled with more hatred than the other. "It would be so easy to kill you."

Red Hood wasn't toying with him anymore. He was dead serious and he honestly, viscerally, hated him.

Robin couldn't breathe; panic was taking a hold of him. This was it. He was going to die here at the hand of a murderer because of his own stupidity, because he had underestimated an enemy. Everything Batman and Nightwing had taught had been for nothing.

I'm sorry, Bruce... Dick...

Tim couldn't help but close his eyes when he heard he gunshot. However, the pain he expected never came. Instead, the Red Hood pulled his foot of his chest and cursed.

"Fuck! Fuck this!"

Tim glanced to his right, where the bullet was smashed into the floor. Hesitantly, he looked up and stared at the furious Red Hood as he kicked a trash can against a wall.

Why didn't he kill me?

After destroying the trash can, the Red Hood placed both hands on the wall and took a long, deep breath. Now that Tim was looking at him, he realized he wasn't very big or tall, he didn't even sound that much older than Tim was. Was it possible that the Red Hood, one of the most feared vigilantes in the world, was actually a teenager?

Who are you?

"RED HOOD!" a male voice yelled. Robin's vision wasn't the best at the moment, but he could see and hear the increasing number of men that were surrounding them.

Red Hood, now composed as ever, pulled his other gun. "Oh great!"

"You fucker! How dare you come back? You killed our boss, Húndàn!"

Tim's Chinese wasn't perfect, but he knew understood the word "bastard". This was bad. These men were from the Chinese mob.

"Shing! It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Red Hood bantered, seemingly unaffected by the sight of thirty armed men out for blood. "You have to be more specific though. I believe I killed two of your bosses."

Shing cryed out and his men charged at them. Robin eyes met with Red Hood's. For a moment, it seemed that he was going to ignore him and fight the mobsters, before he sighed and swiftly grabbed Robin and tossed him on his back.

Tim tried to stay awake a bit longer, but he finally lost consciousness to the sound of angry shouts and gunshots.
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Damn it Tim, why couldn't you stay up longer.

Well sorry for the late chapter. It's literally 1am here. I started watching Stranger Things and it's so good. If anyone has seen it and wants someone to rant about it just PM me.

See you in the next update

Bronwyn
(I got really annoyed with my fake name so I'm just using my real one)