Y.J: Ghosts of past by .555
HI, THIS IS MY FIRST FAN-FICTION, SO PLEASE, BE GENTLE ON IT. I WROTE THIS BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE THE RED HOOD IN YOUNG JUSTICE. ENJOY!
Red Hood's P.O.V
"Not any of their usual Mo's…"
"Could it be…"
"Bruce, what do you think?"
"It's someone new."
That was the conversation that started it all. I had just started my new… business and decided to make myself known. Bats and his family were now out for me, but I'll ignore them, unless if someone starts something.
East end.
"Please, Please!" The dirt bag pleads, he has just been smuggling weapons, he said it was self defense, but it's not. "I'm not nice." I tell him as I get him in the face with my .44. after that, I hear a cape flap and footsteps. "Those scum deserved it Bruce!" I tell him, there was a slight silence. Then, a yellow cape, a red uniform, a mask, and an R was shown all on a little boy no older than 14. "Who are you, and who is this "Bruce" you're talking to?" The kid asked, he's Robin, or more accurately, my replacement. "You know what Bruce I'm talking to, or I thought I was, seems like he was too busy to see me." I tell him, his eyes widen and he continues to ask me questions. "That does not answer my first question, who are you." He asks as he points his staff at my head, I aim my pistol at his. "Aiming that thing at my head is a good idea because… and if you're wondering, I'm the Red Hood." I tell him, he points it further, hitting my helmet, I reach into my pocket to get a knife. "No, take off the helmet." He demands. "Who are you really." He demands. I take out the knife and throw it at his thigh. He groans and screams, but still stands. "Wouldn't you love to know." I say as I kick down and shoot him in the shoulder. "I'm not gonna kill you, but tell Bruce this; August 2, 1995, that was the birth date of Jason Todd, now he's dead." I order him to. I take to the black alleyway, and never see any of them for the night.