|Jack Corvus is a husk of feelings and shame (thelazarus) wrote in doorslogs,|
@ 2012-06-27 22:56:00
|Entry tags:||door: dc comics, red hood|
Who: Jason Todd [Narrative]
What: Jason makes it to the scene of Ivy's chaos and is generally confused by everything because moral ambiguity is not fun.
Where: DC door, the warehouse from this.
When: Immediately following this.
Warnings/Rating: Mentions of violence.
Jason had no idea what Ivy was testing him on. The Ivy he knew was a murderer, more a plant than a human being, and her motivations had never been hard for him to figure out. She cared about nature, and if humans had to be mowed down to keep it pristine, then so be it. She killed indiscriminately. She seduced, she used every power at her considerable disposal, and she did whatever it took to achieve her ends.
So why was she doing this? What was the point?
When he arrived at the warehouse the place was, predictably, a mess. The men along the wall looked dazed - Ivy's work, no doubt - and like they wouldn't be getting up again any time soon, bound as they were.
The man at the end, though, was the one that caught his attention. Half-clothed, with Ivy's rich green blood spattered on him and his pants around his ankles, he was an obscene mess.
So Jason was faced with a dilemma. This, he expected, was his test. But still, why? What did Ivy care what he did, who he killed and who he let live? What was the point of this exercise? He had a difficult time believing there wasn't some more sinister plan at work, but he'd come in ready to clear the room with bullets and there'd been no trap waiting for him.
The man on the ground had obviously been singled out by Ivy. He'd gotten close enough to get poisoned at an intimate distance, and to stab her with the knife that had fallen not far from his hand. But why had she yanked his pants down? Unless he'd done that himself. His expression darkened. Had he been planning to assault her?
This guy didn't look like the workers who'd been tossed to the side. A guard, maybe, or paid muscle for someone higher up. The frightened looking men up against the wall weren't going to be giving him any answers, and the man at his feet wouldn't answer anything ever again unless he got him to the hospital in the next few minutes.
Maybe the man had assaulted Ivy, or maybe he'd stabbed her and gotten poisoned and humiliated for his pains. There was no way to know, and no time to check. His fatigues spoke to a history of violence, but there was no way to know. She'd attacked these people, after all. Maybe he was just some idiot schmuck who'd gotten in over his head.
Jason didn't like maybes. He liked facts, and he liked proof. In the end, he didn't touch a thing. Odds were that that this idiot wouldn't survive the ride to the hospital anyway, and the rest were low level workers, hardly deserving of death. There were already sirens wailing in the distance, and they'd come pack the poisoned man away and get him medical attention faster than Jason could have gotten him to the hospital even if he wanted to. He'd survive long enough to go to jail for whatever he'd actually done, and that was going to have to be enough.
In the end, he left the place feeling no more like he understood what had happened than when he started, or what Ivy's reaction would be when she heard he'd let the man live.