The Red Hood didn't hesitate a single second when he got the message from Poison Ivy. It was, of course, fortunate that the ex-Robin had been obsessively hunting the twisted clown down over the past couple weeks, ever since he'd been able to muster up the strength to crawl out of his hospital bed and plant his feet back on the streets again. How could he have not? The Joker was the one who had started it all. He was the one who had ripped everything away from him ; he'd taken his life, his career, his family. Not just the woman he'd blackmailed into betraying him, but the man that Jason Todd had looked up to. Bruce had meant something to him before. Before.
Jaw set hard beneath the red mask on his head, Jason veered his motorcycle to the right and kicked down hard on the brakes. The bike skidded around a corner, speed slowing massively in comparison to the ninety-five miles per hour he'd been riding out before. As quietly as the Red Hood could manage, he braked the motorcycle, slid it back along the side of the old warehouse Ivy had directed him to, and cut the engine.
Everything went quiet.
The front entrance was too open. Jason would've never just walked right in. He eyed the top half of the warehouse, searching for a more subtle entrance. The windows were acceptable - or they would have been, if they weren't bolted shut. Frowning beneath his mask, the Red Hood stuck to the shadows, circling the building a few times over before he decided that he'd have to go through the ventilation shafts if he wanted to get anywhere without being shot on sight. Jason knew how the Joker operated. He wouldn't be caught dead without an arsenal of weapons on hand, nor would he hesitate to pull the trigger if he noticed one of the Bat's old allies slinking into his hideout.
Jason had to play this smart. With a bit of skilled footwork, he found his way up to one of the older looking vents and managed to pry it from the wall without making too much noise. Within a few long minutes, Jason successfully found himself worming his way through the small, tight maze of vents that ran throughout the building, eventually coming up somewhere along the outer edge of the production rails.
Silently, he edged his way out, booted feet carefully slipping into darkness.
There were voices bouncing around up ahead. One of the voices, a bit more high-pitched than the others, was easy to recognize. Harley Quinn. Of course, Jason thought darkly, I knew she'd go running back. Tiger can't change it's str -"
" - or I swear to god I'll end you right here, right now, and don't you for a second think I'm gonna miss."
Jason cocked his head to the side, inching forward just enough to notice that he wasn't the only person who had decided to take the top entrance in. Harley was standing just a few feet in front of him, back turned, eyes unmistakably focused on the Joker down below. Beyond the Joker, Jason noticed, was one Poison Ivy.
He did his best to avoid making jokes about how she looked a little on the green side, mostly because he was grateful that she'd pointed him here in the first place. Harley, however...
She had surprised him. Jason had come all this way, chanting over and over in his head that this kill was HIS. It belonged to him. No one else. But now that he saw Harley Quinn standing there, declaring that she was gonna gun the Joker down for what she'd done to Ivy, Jason couldn't help but wonder if she'd actually follow through. If what they said was true, if she really was just another victim of his, then maybe she deserved to dish out her own little helping of revenge. Maybe.
"He's not going to let her go," Jason said, voice slipping out from the dark just behind Harley's left shoulder, "take the shot. Kill him. He'll kill her if you don't."