Red Hood, aka Jason Todd, was not the kind of man who would follow an anonymous tip. But this tip in particular caught his attention. A dangerous government organization is experimenting on children, which was not something Red Hood could forgive. He vowed to put an end to it. Which is what lead him to the outskirts of what would have been Amity Park, Ohio. No one, not even Batman, could figure out what happened to the town. According to his sources, around this area was where he would find the infamous 'Guys In White'. Although Red Hood really doubted that is what 'GIW' stood for.
All that remains of the town is ruble, decrepit buildings, and cracked mossy pavement/asphalt. A new town was never build there because people claimed the place is cursed. Kids would go missing, people would mysteriously die of unknown causes, and buildings would burn down. Now he had solved part of a mystery Batman failed too. The 'GIW' would kidnap children, blue-eyed and black haired children to be exact. It was funny that they had the same preference as Batman. The only question he needs to answer now is why their doing it. What is their goal?
Their place of operation was easy enough to find. The stark white building stood out among the green of the landscape. Now Red Hood kind of understood why people called them the 'Guys In White'. These people, if they could even be referred to as people anymore, appeared to have an obsession with the color. Why they chose that one out of every color in the rainbow he would never know.
Their facility was laughably easy to infiltrate. No cameras, the password for every keypad is 'ghost', and they barely had any guards patrolling. It was like the 'GIW' had no security measures at all. The guards were so easy to shoot down too. Most of them wore a white suit, and the ones that did has some semblance of armor were just plain pathetic. They acted as though they never had proper combat training. They relied too heavily on the worthless guns they insisted on shooting him with. For some reason they kept shouting 'GHOST!' whenever they saw him.
Red Hood found it hilarious since in a way it is true. He is like a vengeful spirit wandering the land, plotting against his killer and the man who refused to avenge him. Apart from being a vigilante he did not have much of a life. Not anymore. Enjoying tea and reading a good book was the pinnacle of fun during his free time.
As of the moment Red Hood found himself crawling through an air vent. It is tight, he just barely managed to fit. His destination: the one room more heavily guarded then the rest. Something big is going on in there and he was going to find out what it is. He uncomfortably made his way through the space until he spotted an air vent cover in the side of the wall. When he reached it he could see into the room. The air vent he is currently residing in seemed to be on the left side of the room. It wasn't as stark white as the rest of the building. Red blood and a glowing green liquid coated the walls and floor.
White metal cabinets and tables lined the sides of the room. An examination table sat in the middle of the room. Then he saw strike one. There is a kid attached to the table, metal braces keeping him in place. No clothes covered the child, leaving a collection of terrifying scars and ugly untreated wounds visible. Not even he had that many scars. A muzzle is strapped tightly to his face. His hair is matted with dirt, blood, and the luminescent green substance, making it impossible to distinguish his hair color. His body is filthy too. Did they never give the kid a bath? Because it sure as hell looked like they didn't.
A few scientists filed into the room as Red Hood silently gazed from his hiding spot. They were all dressed in sheer white clothes. One picked up a knife that had been laid out on a table and approached the kid. There was no hesitation as he cuts into the kid's chest. How could they do such a horrible thing to a fourteen year old? Then again he was brutally beaten and blown up at that age. And people called thirteen the unlucky number.
Strike Two. The kid didn't even look like he was sedated and they were tearing right into his chest. The sharp knife penetrating the kid's skin causing him to thrash against his restraints, screams of pain muffled by the muzzle on his face. The worst part was it looked like this was not the first time the kid has experienced this. The knife followed the line of a Y-shaped scar. Man, had these guys ever met the Joker because this was just plain cruel and deranged. The bastards might even be more heartless than his mortal enemy. His killer. Red Hood has seen some sick and twisted things in his life. This. This scene right in front of him took the cake. The very disgusting bloody cake.
They did not seem to care how much the kid cried out in pain, how fat tears rolled down his cheeks, how he was losing enough blood to die of blood loss. A scientist wordlessly slapped the kids head to the side, promptly quieting the kid. Strike three. Their eyes met. The kid's dull eyes are an icy blue like the frozen tundra. Red Hood saw the pleading look in the kid's eyes, a look that screamed help me. You're out. Without another thought Red Hood bust out of the air vent, slipping gracefully in the room. The monsters in disguise startled. A growl ripped out of his throat, eyes narrowing behind his helmet. He is going to save this kid. Before they had a chance to comprehend what just happened Red Hood shot them all dead, like their pitiful guards. The knife one of the scientist held clattered on the floor.
The kid is staring at him, wide eyed, shaking like a leaf. "Hey, kid. It's okay. I'm going to help you." Red Hood said reassuringly, eliciting a look of disbelief from the kid. So the kid has trust issues, great. The wound on the kid's chest gained his attention as blood seeped down the kid's sides. He needs to sew the kid back up and fast. Red Hood flung open cabinets, scattered various equipment on the floor, and did not find any sort of medical supplies required to patch up the kid. How could they not have any medical supplies? Considering how pathetic they are at combat surely they would be patching themselves up all the time. He pulled a small med kit out of his leather jacket, never left home without it. Hopefully it would be enough to save the kid until he could treat his injuries properly.
The kid is still staring at him, as if trying to determine whether or not Red Hood is a threat. "Don't freak out. I'm going to patch you up." Red Hood said, making sure the kid knew what he was up to. After opening his small med kit he pulled out a needle and thread. Something told him if he let the kid out before he patched him up the kid would bolt. So he left the kid trapped on the table. It wasn't his best idea but the kid needed fixed up before anything else. The wound is ugly, red and green liquid pooled and flowed out of the unfinished Y shaped cut. Red Hood snatched a hypodermic needle attached to a syringe out of his med kit. It contained his strongest sedative. He only used it in dire situations. Stuff was strong enough to effect a meta human so if they fucked up the kid's genetics in any way it would still affect him.
A small whimper escaped the kid's mouth as Red Hood gentle held his arm, sticking the needle in and injecting the sedative into his veins. Not long after that the kid passed out. He quickly began sewing up the worst of the kid's wounds. An occasional whimper or whine came from the kid but other than that he didn't stir. When he finished he started fiddling with the locks keeping him from taking the kid and leaving this horrid place behind. A thought suddenly dawned on him. Where is he going to hide the brat? Talia is always willing to lend Jason a hand but he has already gotten Ra's pissed off at her enough. Where would the 'GIW' be too scared to step foot? Sadly, he knew that answer. A place he hates. A place with his killer and the person he loathes. Gotham.
No government agency dared set foot in the territory of Batman. Is the kid worth going back to his old stomping ground? He glance up from the lock to look at the kid. Dirty black hair covered the kid's face, his chest falling and raising at an even pace. Yes, the kid is totally worth it. "We haven't even gone on a first date and you've already stolen my heart." Red Hood joked. Finally, a distinct click came from the lock. "One down, three more to go." He sighed. This kid is definitely going to make his life interesting.