Who: Red Hood and Nightwing Where: Gotham When: 3 AM, October 20 What: The gangs are starting to get pissed that Jason is destroying their product. Jason doesn't care until they put him in the crosshairs... and he really doesn't care that Dick showed up to help out. Rating: High for violence, language
Jason knew he was getting under the skin of the big crime bosses when they started ordering hits on his life. In fact, he delighted in it at first. Because that meant he'd made an enemy of the bad guys and that was just fine with him. He wanted to get rid of them anyways.
But now they were doing more than just sending random mercenaries after him. Those he could dispatch without a problem. This band of mercenaries, however, they were a more sophisticated bunch. Five of them after just one of him? Well, he certainly didn't take offense; if they were sending highly skilled mercenaries, it meant that he was to be taken seriously. And that was just fine in his book.
Thing is, Jason really preferred to not die... again, today, anyways. He was obviously more than willing to put his life on the line for Gotham, but he still had more work to do to save her. And he needed to show Bruce that his way was better.The son surpassing the father and all that.
They wanted to catch him by surprise, but then they really shouldn't have strung up his favourite informant by the feet. And they couldn't see it, but he was grinning under his helmet. Hell, he might not be able to win against them, but he'd at least have fun trying.
"Gee gosh golly. All this for little old me? You really shouldn't have."