Red Hood: Capital Fall

Note: I own none of the characters. + this is a new interest/passion and I hope you guys can send me any constructive criticisms. + I apologies before hand in case any of the characters are out of character + I may not have the best detailed knowledge of Gotham streets, etc. + More BatFam will be introduced in later chapters. Thank You.

Chapter One

Find the intruder!' shouted the Penguin, waving his closed umbrella at his men in a fit of anger.

That 'intruder' would be me. Red Hood on the streets and Jason Todd when also on the streets, but only when I don't wear, you know, the red hood.

I infiltrated the Penguin's headquarters almost perfectly but one of his henchmen decided to go on an alternative route and stumble upon a vigilante preparing to destroy all of his boss' data.

'But, Red Hood', you may say, 'why are you only trying to destroy the Penguin's data and not, I don't know, take his money?' I would reply to you with 'Stop.' And that 'This is bigger than money but at the same time it is also all about the money.'

My parents were poor. No two ways about that. But what they did not need were the loan sharks that were sent from the gangs in Gotham. Sent by gang leaders like: the Penguin, Falcone, and Maroni – also the same gangs my dad took money from. And when the interests are sky high and the banks won't help you, what's a man with a family going to do? Get addicted and beat his wife and child. That doesn't sound right, right? But that's how my life was. Physical and emotional abuse from a young age, no wonder I got adopted by an equally emotionally abusive father. But at least he taught me how to fight, how to become a vigilante.

So here I am, trying to destroy the Penguin's digital data to free the people of Gotham from debt and loan sharks that would ruin their lives. Hacking his mainframe first, then the good old fashioned way of destroy his the non-digitised data with explosives.

I'm with my back to a concrete beam which won't hold for long with all these bullets flying into it. I have an automatic handgun in each hand. The henchmen who alerted my presence to the rest of his group is on the floor with a bullet to his head. Not dead. Rubber bullets. But he is very, very unconscious.

There are four guys shooting at me with MP5s, luckily for me they're completely in sync with one and other, so when I hear the last bullet leave their barrels I'll do a quick turn to my left and get all four with four shots.

'One', I breathe in, bullets flying past my head.
I breathe out, '
'Three', I breathe in.

I hear the last bullet leave the barrel. Okay, here we go.

I make a sharp turn to my left, no longer covered by a crumbled beam, and shoot the first guy on the far left with my left handgun, second guy with my right handgun. And again, with the last two guys remaining. The guy on the left got a bullet from my left handgun and I shoot the guy on the right with my… Oh shit!

That mother fucker got me. I don't know where exactly right now, the adrenaline is too much for me to find the wound nor feel the pain.

He's scared. He's stopped shooting. I shoot the final guy in the chest and he flies back, scampering on the floor. I look down to see that I'm bleeding from my waist, he's lucky it was a clean, through and through, shot or I wouldn't be in such a good mood. I walk up to him, shoot another rubber bullet into his chest, he's still relatively conscious. I take off his helmet to give him a shot right between the eyes to knock him out cold.

It's a young boy, surely no older than 17. He's crying.

'Please. Please don't kill me. I'm begging.' He pleads to me as I stand over him with a gun pointed in his face.
'Hey kid, stop crying. I'm not going to kill you.' He's still in hysterics, I do the only reasonable thing in this situation and knock him out with the handle of my gun./p

No need to make him suffer any more than he needs to. Probably needs the money. Probably has a runaway father and a drug addict mother. Probably just trying to support himself, to survive Gotham, and maybe, hopefully, escape it.

I make my way to the Penguin's computer mainframe. I can't see any resistance. I break open the box on the mainframe and connect my BatComputer to it. Yeah, I still use his shit when I need to, no point being too proud.

I start hacking and deleting all of the Penguin's data. Got a lot of stuff on here, but it won't take me long, the firewall is pretty simple.

Done.

Now I need to make my way to the Penguin's office. He's probably in Bludhaven by now. I can just walk in without… Oh, for fuck sake!

He's still in his office and he's now shooting at me with that ridiculous umbrella-gun.

I look down and reach for my flash bang. I look at my wound. I'm now bleeding bad, feeling light headed. Come on Jason, all you need to do is knock him out, inform the police, get patched up, and have a long sleep.

I grab my flashbang and throw it inside the office. I hear the Penguin shouting, 'Argh, what the hell was that?!'

I move into the room swiftly, kick his umbrella-gun out of his hand. I grab his left arm and bend it behind him. Bang his head on the desk. Punch his left shoulder blade, breaking it. When in Rome, right? I can't not take the opportunity.

He's now knocked out, on the floor.

I place explosives all over his office, easier than destroying individual documents. I tie the Penguin up, then proceed to the window, opening it. I shoot my grappling hook to the building opposite with Cobblepot under my left arm. We swing and I set off the explosives. No one should be dead at the end of this night if everything goes to plan.

I call the GCPD, 'Cobblepot's outside Second and Third Street, near the scrap yard' and hang up.

I'm now in my bathroom, I've finally finished stitching up my wound. The kid got me good. Ha. I take off the remaining bottom half of my uniform and walk into the shower. I turn on the water and sit down, bringing my knees to my chest. I look up, the cold water begins to hit my face. I needed this after a night out.

I am calm.