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Jason Todd is the Red Hood. (renegade_robin) wrote in wariscoming,

"Always the stubborn one, weren't you?" He wanted to save those people upstairs. Maybe Jason would have, too, if not for the emotional turmoil that was still digging at him from his encounter with Bruce and the Joker. He was angry. Anger sometimes led to irrationality; Jason had been taught to shove that sort of stuff out of his head when he had been under Bruce's wing, but Jason was long since finished with all that Bruce had taught him. The man had been a fool, dressing up as a giant bat and running around Gotham with the claim to being some kind of all-mighty do gooder. Except he wasn't really, was he? Bruce never did what it took to get the job done. He hesitated, he toed some kind of morally superior line that he felt was necessary to keep his humanity intact. It was a load of crap, all of it. Bruce just didn't want to get his hands dirty. But that was okay. There were people -- like Jason -- who would gladly do so for him.

"I'm not going anywhere, you stupid Dick," Jason said darkly, jumping to the side and taking to the flames and shadows. His voice erupted from the dark, quick so that he could move out of place before Dick could use the noise to detect him. "And neither are you." The smoke curling away from the burning building wasn't only impacting Dick. Jason felt it too, creeping up even through the mask he wore on his head. It was filtered to a certain point -- with Talia's help, Jason has installed his own personal, yet expensive tech into his gear -- but it wouldn't hold up forever. They'd have to make this little reunion quick, otherwise they'd both end up face down on the ground as the fire ate them alive.

Jason dropped down silently behind Dick. They were gonna do this here and now. If Dick was able to successfully fight him off, he could tend to his hero business easy. If he couldn't? He was going to die. Right here, right now. "Ah, the ever so righteous favored son. How mightily you will fall," Jason said with amusement, hands going for the back of Dick's neck.