WHO: Prue & Jason WHAT: Either an alliance or a fight. We'll have to see! WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: Hood territory; the border. RATING: PG-13.
Jason wasn't like your typical gang leader. He didn't hide away in some fancy, overly expensive place meant for the guy who called all the shots. Often. His quarters were meant for his own personal pleasure. When he was working, Jason spent his time buried in either the streets or keeping charge of his territory. He was a very hands on type of guy and Jason liked things that way. That was why the Hoods were so fucking ahead of the race here. They were safe, they were secure, and they had more supplies than anyone in miles could dream of getting their hands on. That was why Jason could so easily recruit more and more members, each willing to do whatever he deemed necessary, so long as they were able to survive. Jason Todd may well have been a madman, but he was no moron. The world was cold, turned dark by a creature even he found too powerful to stand up against. Survival was all that was left. If someone, like himself, offered such means to desperate people (that being nearly the entire world at this point), he would be a powerful force. And, indeed, he was. The Hoods were growing daily. They were getting stronger, they were expanding their locations, and they were quickly becoming a very notable location for those passing through the area and looking to trade.
Another punchline: traders had to gain Jason's approval before they did any business in his territory. That meant that he got first dibs on their goods, which meant that - again - he was ahead of the game. Still, he couldn't get over-confident. That was the kinda crap a person could expect from someone idiotic, like Black Mask. He checked in on everything personally. He made sure that things got done on his own. He knew that failure was not an option. Jason was a strong leader.
That was why, as of now, he was walking the border. The city that the Hoods occupied was clearly their own - red skulls were painted onto the buildings and pavements, warning outsiders that they were clearly walking into a potentially dangerous territory. Tall fences stretched in every direction, built firmly with barbed wire and frequently dosed with rock salt on a regular basis. Demons couldn't enter, nor could any average human without the fence either tearing them apart or the security patrols that Jason had lurking at every corner putting them down before they could manage to make their way through. Upon inspecting the fencing from the outside, just beyond their territory, Jason found that everything appeared to be sound. No tears in the fencing, no guards seemingly out of place, no unusual comings and goings stirring from the main gate. Tugging the red helmet from his head, Jason let his dark hair fall into his eyes, turning back to look at the ruins that lay beyond the Hood border.
It was only a matter of time before the world ended. Jason was no fool - he understood that they were all doomed. But, for as long as they were alive, he was going to enjoy himself. If that meant killing, stealing, and running his own twisted sort of government from within the Hood walls, then so be it. At least he had something to do while waiting to die again.