Today in Gotham city an uninvited guest stirred up trouble in the CBD, luckily Gotham's Dark Knight was on scene with the Boy Wonder to put a stop to the rampage which destroyed three buildings, leaving 16 seriously injured and two dead. Gotham is crying out for Mayor Hady to implement stricter building regulations-
He'd heard it all before. Some lobby group starts up days after a fight and makes rebuilding a nightmare, making more work than they're saving. Not that he didn't agree with them, but if they could just be a bit less aggressive. Although, most of that aggression would be channelled at Gotham's own guardian angel, Bruce Wayne, and that was something he wasn't sad about. In fact, if Bruce hadn't changed his personal post box after a totally accidental pipe bomb incident, he'd have mailed the address to all concerned parties.
It wasn't that he hated Bruce Wayne. But rather that he loved him too much.
Not like a fanboy, or some strange guy with a fetish for big, beefy guys in batsuits, gotta remember the alliteration with that one Dickie boy, but more like a son with a daddy complex. Yeah, that sounded a little less messed up than it was in reality.
He heard a something hit the floor hard three floors below him and decided it was probably time to stop watching the news with his friends and get a move on if he wanted to get anything done tonight. "Alright guys, I'm off. Don't forget to lock up when you leave... and God, I had something funny to say but I've forgotten now." He shook his head and pointed the gun in his hand at one of the men curled up on the ground. "Do you still think I'm funny Carlos?"
The man nodded frantically and tried to say something around the gag in his mouth.
"Oh, never mind cooking, I have a bit of a leaky gas line in here, anything could make it blow." He smiled and shot the floor next to the man's head. "Don't worry about waking the others up, they look like they could use a sleep." He waved and dropped out the window, jumping from his fire escape to the one on the next building. "Say hi to Bats for me!" He yelled as he climbed up onto the roof, pulling a second gun from the holster around his thigh and aiming it at the grime covered stove.
It was like watching a movie, when Batman came bursting into the room, sending the door flying. He had one chance to make it out alive, if the kid was gone, he was safe. One chance.
And then a flash of red on the floor below. Searching for other hostages, unfortunately right below Dick's makeshift gas bomb.
"Too bad, so sad Jason." He murmured, shooting the phosphorous bullet into the apartment, watching the explosion like it was in slow motion. He laughed, or was he crying, maybe it was tears of laughter? He didn't know, and it didn't matter, the Batsuit was made for these conditions, Batman would be after him quicker than a speeding bullet, or was that Superman? Things kind of ran together for him now.
He was sure Batman wasn't following him, but he didn't want to risk his hideout, and there weren't many places to spend the night when you were on the most wanted list of not only every cape, but all the baddies too. Luckily it was never hard to find an abandoned building in Gotham, so long as you knew how to break a lock or climb a barb-wire fence. Two things he was an expert in.