Live to Rise

Dectective Work

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EVERYTHING BELONGS TO DC AND KAI MACIEL THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK

WARNING LONG CHAPTER AHEAD ( like even longer than the last long chapter warning. There is over 3300 words in this one. Sadly the next chapter might be really short)
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Hong Kong

November 18, 14:10

"This is a huge mistake," Tim whispered as he followed Red Hood through the dark alleyway.

"What? Having second thoughts, Baby Bird?" the young man's voice answered through the ear piece he had given him. "It's a bit late for that."

Tim frowned. When the Red Hood told him that he had Intel on Dr. Robb that strongly suggested that he had a hideout on Hong Kong, the older vigilante had given him two choices. Option one, he would take Tim with him to the supposed hideout and help or option two, he would knock Tim out again and leave him gagged and tied up in another abandoned place without his gadgets or his uniform and only Red Hood's word that he would eventually tip the Justice League to his location. Just maybe.

Tim chose the only option that allowed him to stay conscious. However, the Red Hood had already tampered with all of his communication devices, leaving him completely incapable to contact anyone and tell them where he was.

Bruce and Dick probably knew something was wrong by now and out of their minds, especially now, with Jason possibly alive and missing. They didn't deserve to have another Robin missing and agonize through all of that again. Tim should have reported all of his findings and get the Team instead of acting on his own, trying to catch the Red Hood all by himself. He had promised not to disappoint Bruce when he asked to let him be Robin, he swore.

He should have never underestimated the Red Hood, not after all the times he had evaded them. If both Batman and Nightwing couldn't catch him, what made him think he could?

It was a stupid and reckless move, Drake. Sure, you wanted to catch the Red Hood as quickly as possible, but you also wanted to prove to that you could catch him. Now what are you going to do?

And so, Tim did what he did best. He calmed down and began to think as he followed the older vigilante through the roofs. He had to join the dots with what he had learned in the last hours if he wanted to survive. Who was the Red Hood? A young man, maybe a teenager, he was fairly certain of that now. He couldn't be older than twenty based on his voice, his speech patterns, body build and general demeanor.

A young man, outstandingly well trained on different fighting styles, nearly perfect marksman, well versed on electronics and hacking to be able to cut all of his communications effortlessly. From the data the League had previously collected on him, he was also fluent on different languages and an expert on wielding several types of weapons from fire arms to knifes and even swords.

Psychologically... he was ruthless, not shying away from torture or murder of the criminals he fought and tracked down. The Red Hood followed a code of his own, he only punished the guilty. In only a few months, the Red Hood had made his name well known and feared on the criminal underworld. If someone knew the Red Hood was on their track, they already knew he was coming for the kill and he had never lost a target. No money, threats or bribes would stop him, he was incorruptible.

Where would a guy like him come from? He had to be trained, rather early and by people quite remarkable as well.

Then there was the name, Red Hood. It was Joker's old alias. That probably meant a connection to Gotham and the clown, and the city had been the first place the Red Hood stroke, killing several members of the mob and drug lords before taking away their money and threatening to do the same to all the criminals who refused to leave Gotham. After Black Mask's near death, who was only saved because Batman intervened, many known criminals decided to leave. Even Penguin took a plane and spent a few months in hiding.