ONE RED HELMET
She popped her collar against the cold as evening descended. The blonde looked to the sky, contemplating if she should buy herself a car. Gotham was turning to night. She hastened her steps as she walked down the old boardwalk. She was currently working as a secretary at an old financial office located on this road. Her job was located on the older side of town, commonly known as the rougher side of Gotham. The 19-year-old female tried to think of her upcoming test tomorrow instead of the encroaching darkness. The bus stop was just ahead, but she comes to stop just short of it. There was a sound of squealing tires. She turned.
A car was speeding down the street towards her and she could faintly see a motorcycle on its tail. The figure on the motorcycle wore a red helmet and threw something at the back tire of the car. The tire exploded with a loud bang in the car swerved. And not only did the veer to the side, the car swerved right for her!
She screamed and had just enough sense to leap to the side with her heart intact. She fell to the cement and heard a loud bang next to her. Debris fell on her as she lay there and breathed. Simply breathed. Before she really had time to think, she was on her feet and moving toward the car. Ripping the door open without so much as a thought, she tried to waking the man. A fire had begun under the hood of the car.
The motorcycle had skidded to a stop next to the accident and the hooded person on top sat there, unmoving. She hardly paid him mind as she struggled to pull one of the two unconscious men out of the front seat.
"Aren't you going to help me?" She struggled to move the heavy man. She managed to get him onto the sidewalk, but they needed to get farther away. The car can explode at any minute!
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the red helmet man move. He maneuvered to the other side of the car and swiftly threw out the man that was in the driver seat. She barely heard the sound of a gun cocking before a shot was fired.
The girl straightened in time to see the figure with the helmet walk around the vehicle. She stepped between him and the unconscious man. That's not a helmet… Her body trembled but she stood her ground. Unceremoniously, he shoved her out of his way. She had just caught her footing when she heard the sound of the gun being prepped. "No!" She spun around.
The shot fired.
She choked on her spit, heart stopping at the sight. The man that turned to face her bore a red symbol on his chest. She knew this Super. How could she not? He got almost as much airtime on the news as Batman and Robin combined.
He was putting his gun away and popping his neck. "I'd step back if I were you."
His voice sounded robotic coming from under the red mask. She supposed he had to be. How else can a human kill - no, murder - someone else so easily?
She backed up only a step. "You killed them!"
He stilled with his arms hanging loosely at his sides and seemed to consider her. "It was justice."
"No, that wasn't justice. That wasn't fairness. That-" the blonde jerked her arm towards the car, "that there was an execution!"
"It was the fastest way to resolve the issue, so shut that trap of yours." He walked his motorcycle a safe distance away from the car. The female followed him.
"So you're just going to leave them there like that?"
"Listen, lady-"
"Olena."
"Okay, whatever. If I had to explain my actions to every questioning person, then no one would get saved in this place. My sense of justice might seem warped to you, but my sense of justice is better than Gotham's judicial systems. It's better than the Batman. If you have a problem, take it up with them."
"But you shouldn't go around killing people-" Olena gripped the front of his handlebars as he mounted. His gun was at her head in the next instant.
"I don't have time for this. Step the hell away from my bike. You know who I am. I'm not above shooting a woman."
Slowly, ever so slowly, the light blonde had her hands in the air and stepped back. Oddly enough, she wasn't as shaken as she had been earlier. It was like becoming desensitized to a heart-stopping roller coaster. Once Olena was a safe distance away, the male shot off on his motorcycle. She watched him go with a frown.
The car behind her exploded and had almost blown her over in shock alone.
Folding her arms, she waited for the cops that were no doubt on their way. Sirens sang into the evening as Olena turned to the flames. The corpses were unrecognizable piles of a charred mess. The sight turned the blonde's stomach queasy. She took a breath as she attempted to keep her nerves at bay.
"Red Hood, you're a crook."
Author's Note: Welcome one and all to a new world!
Please keep an open mind with the new OC and my
telling of Gotham's fresh story, Red Hood: J.O.Y. The
story takes place in a time after Under the Red Hood
film. Prepare yourself for villains, blackmail, and love!
