Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.71

I've been directed by Bruce through my com to some type of building on the outskirts of Gotham to find Jason. Unsurprisingly, when I get there, there's already rapid fire blasting through the walls and shattering windows, followed by grunts and yells of men and blood splatters.

I decide to wait outside til he's done, playing with my knife and leaning on the wall as I do. No way I'm getting shot for him.

When there's sudden silence, I decide it's clear, so I push off the wall and move around to the entrance, stepping over some broken glass while slipping in.

I enter the large room, a second floor outlining the open room, to a see a blood bath. The men are dead, except one gagging on his own blood in the corner. I see Jason walking towards the man but stops and instantly turns back to me, gun pulled from his holster and aimed with the trigger unhesitatingly pulled.

I'm forced to dodge to the right where I swipe out my own glock and pull the trigger. Neither of our bullets hit their targets because we both move out of the way. Before even realizing, a blade is being flying through the air, faster than I can doge; it grazes my bicep as I twist to the side. I'm immediately slammed against the closest wall on my back, another knife up to my throat against my skin. Then we freeze.

He's very fast, tense, and clearly on edge.

Hesitantly, he leans back and retreats the knife only a little. I don't know how to feel from hearing his voice again, after three months. It's...deep, deeper than usual, a little raspy, almost like he hasn't used it in a while...or he's worn it out by using it too much.

"...Brielle?"

My brows furrow as I lean off the wall and push his chest back roughly with two hands til he's a few feet away from me.

"Three months and you're already trying to kill me." I mumble, looking down at my bleeding arm. It's nothing so I leave it be, scowling back up to his red helmet.

His chest rises and falls rather deeply as we both stand in tense silence until his fists balls and he speaks in a demanding tone, the dying man still gagging in the corner ten feet away from us.

"You shouldn't be here." He claims and my eyebrows raise.

I put my hand on my chest as my voice unintentionally raises in anger, "Oh, I shouldn't be here? Trust me, I don't want to be here!"

He yells back, "Then why are you here!?"

We both turn to the gagging man who's agony is causing him to be annoyingly loud enough to piss both of us off more than we already are.

"SHUT UP." We yell and his eyes widen as he brings his bloody fingers to his bleeding mouth to go silent. Jason and I look at each other again and I continue with our argument.

"I'm here because your family and your friends want me to find out why the hell you went batshit crazy."

He turns toward the man in the corner, beginning to walk towards him while waving his hand in the air dismissively, "It's no one's fucking business—"

My eyebrows raise from his claim in a bit of shock before I grab his wrist and force him to face me again. "It becomes their business when you push the mayor into having search warrants for not only you, but other vigilantes."

"I don't care." He says coldly and turns again for the man. I watch in a scowl before shaking my head, "I don't know why they thought I could do anything. I knew I couldn't."

His feet stop and it takes him a brief moment to turn again and look back at me, seeming as though he was going to reply, but the man suddenly calls out "OUTBAY" and when we glance back at him, he has a phone to his mouth.