Batman's losing people left and right. Selina left him at the altar, Tim went off, Damian is with the Titans, he banished Jason and now there's Ric. Jason confronts Ric

After Barbara's intrusion into his life, Ric keeps getting messages from others he doesn't remember. All having the same thing to say about how they want to help him remember someone he doesn't know. Dick Grayson is beginning to sound like the name Jesus he's hearing it so much. Although each time, it sounds like a stranger that draws a blank to his mind. All he remembers is waking up in a warm bed with a kind older man standing above him. Truthfully that is his earliest memory and repeating that fact is getting him nowhere. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want them. Everything feels foreign and he needs to figure out how to move on. He turns down an alley on his travels through the city. He stops cold when he hears a rustling. He looks up to see a shadow figure perching on a fire escape. The man jumps down and lands with grace. Ric begins to move backwards while stiffening and preparing for a fight.

The man in the shadows slows and comes into the light. "Heard you lost your memory." He says as he removes his face mask that was covering his mouth.

Ric relaxes. "Not another one? Which one are you?" he scoffs

"Really? The outfit doesn't give it away?" Jason asks while rubbing his hands over his front admiring his costume. "I've made some changes, but—"

"—Red Hood? You're Jason Todd."

"Haven't lost your intelligence." Jason moves around Ric checking him out.

Ric spins with him looking him over too not sure what he's doing. "Guess not. What are you doing here?"

Jason stops when he sees his scar "Wanted to see if it was true. The Golden boy's quit."

"Because I'm not him." Ric says adamantly as he folds his arms. And Jason can feel the exhaustion in that turn of phrase.

Jason pulls his gun out non threateningly and starts playing with it. "Right.. you're Ric, now. He chuckles and waves the gun around as he continues back to where he once was standing "You know, you leaving him is pretty great." He grins.

Ric's eyes narrow "How so?"

"Well let's see, he's banished me, his protege left for college, his demon spawn joined the Titans. His fiancé left him at the altar and now, his golden favorite child is erased and has abandoned him and his cause. And I get to stand by and watch him be alone." Jason said it as easily as if he was reciting a grocery list and reveling in the truth of how Batman has been ditched.

"Right, they said you're the angry one." There's a silence and Jason's dead stare doesn't flinch. Ric continues. "Maybe that's why I can't seem to shake the ones who are left. They're driving me insane, especially the red head. Showing up and lecturing me about how Dick Grayson was this beacon and how I have to remember."

Jason crosses his arms and the gun is now pointed towards the wall "Not surprised she wouldn't let you just walk away. You two are the shakespearian couple."

"Not interested. So what do I do to get rid of them? Any ideas?"

"Yeah…" Jason lifts his gun and points it at Ric "…start killing people, like I do. They'll definitely want you gone if you do that." He lowers the gun and utters a sick laugh.

Ric tilts his head and a wry smile crossed his lips.

"Ya know…" Jason re-holsters his gun "..it will suck if this is permanent. Dick Grayson wasn't my favorite person, but they're right when they say you helped a lot of people. The city of Bludhaven is shitting itself with their climbing crime rates in Nightwing's absence." He pulls a grappling hook from behind himself "But I don't give a fuck about that. Nor do I care about the Batclan, I'm just going to enjoy their suffering while I can. See ya around Ric." Jason shoots off a line and is gone.

Ric is left standing in the alley watching Red Hood zip away. He looks at his phone as it buzzes again.

Message: I don't care what we have to call you. Please just come back to us. We'll help—

Ric tosses the phone in a dumpster and continues towards the street.