A/N) Just a short thing that wouldn't leave my poor dried up brain.
Hoping to get out of the writers block I've been having.
Motivation is your Superpower
Rumor has it, he took over the world with nothing but a keyboard and his brain.
Rumor has it, he's six feet tall and a genius. Like, past alien level genius.
Rumor has it, he killed Al Ghul when he was fifteen.
Rumor has it, he came from Gotham which is pretty intense place to come from.
Fact is - this guy rules the entire planet and is feared in several dimensions.
Jason isn't sure what the hell this guy needs to hire him for.
Well -beggars can't be choosers and if you don't rule the world than you are a beggar. Besides - he should be flattered. This guy doesn't joke around and if he picked The Red Hood to hire over any other assassin than that's cool.
But than . . . the ruler of the planet did have his own army of killers so . . . again, what the hell did he need to hire the Red Hood for?
It took six hours to find this place. An island smack in the middle of the world - how he found this place Jason couldn't figure. It's right in the middle, strategically sound and holds perfect vintage points for any type of attack.
He doesn't think anyone would ever dream of it . . . but guess another fact is that this guy was intensely paranoid. Huh, probably sleeps with his eyes open. Being ruler of the entire fucking world couldn't be easy.
Seriously. Jason can not think of any good reason for this guy to call him up.
And if he's being totally honest with himself . . . he's kind of afraid to find out. But nobody needs to know that. He draws himself to his fullest height, his boots crunching noisily on the crackly leaf covered floor - probably so it would be impossible to sneak into this place on foot. Smart.
A sleek set of guards stand at the reinforced metal door. Nothing dramatic about this place. It's a fortress - completely designed and built for every possibility of attack or disaster. It's actually kind of intriguing. Jason quashes that rebellious urge to try and sneak in anyway. Just to see.
On one hand, he could get points of badass-ness if he pulls it off. On the other - he could botch it up so badly, they'll kill him and he ends up meeting the ruler of the world in pieces.
Yah. Front door it is.
"Hey - " He waves at the two statues at the door - he wonders where the real guards are hiding. He can't sense anyone. Seriously, these guys are good. Why the hell did this guy call him for?
"Hey, is this 408 overlords lair?" He snarks, pretending to read the address off of his gauntlet.
The 'guards' don't even flicker.
Jason hears a gun click.
He turns. A short and small framed but lethal looking woman with slanted brown eyes stands behind him. She has short hair on one side of her head the other side is shaved. Her body encased with armor and material he's pretty sure is bullet proof but looks like fucking cotton.
Jeez - this guy is good. Where can he sign up?
"State your business." She says, clipped and dangerous. Gun never lowering.
Jason had the crazy thought that it's empty and just for show - because seriously, everything about this chic screams 'I can kill you with my pinky.'
"Your master - "
"The lord of the world."
"Yah, him - " Jason's not one for formalities. "He summoned me for -er- somthin', don't actually know what."
She doesn't budge.
Shit.
Guess he should have thought up a better story.
"Ok - so -you're just gonna kill me then?" He thinks he has a sliver of a chance to survive this - but than he thinks of all the ninja's hiding all over the place and he quickly narrows down his odds to zero chances.
"Yes."
He cringes. Ready to bolt. Human instincts. Can't weed out all of them.
"Stop." A loud voice booms, shaking everything.
Jason blinks and turns to stare at the speaker above the gate.
"Let him through."
They melt away like nothing and lethal chic puts her gun away. Jason feels his shoulders clench. She nods in affirmation and the gate rumbles open.
"This way."
Huh - not much for conversation this one.
He follows her.
Inside, the halls are lit - well lit. Nothing creepy about them, not much shadows, it's like it's purposely lit up so nobody can hide anywhere.
He has to blink to get used to the brightness.
Short ninja girl in front of him leads him down the long hall. And right to an enforced door.
Seriously. Paranoid to the max.
The door buzzes open when she leans towards a retina scanner.
Inside is a sterile and well equipped room. Weapons, computers, and a scary looking torture device in one corner. Must be used for questioning.
The ninja girl sinks to one knee. Jason isn't too keen on following. Hey - just because the guy owns the world doesn't mean Jason's about to kiss his ass.
"Master."
"Thank you Cassandra. You may go."
Jason resists the sudden surprise that threatens to show on his face, even though he's wearing a full covering mask. The voice is young - way higher than he ever expected it to be, kind of reedy and - definitely not king of the world material.
The girl stands, nods, and practically disappears right there.
Jason realizes he's left alone with the guy that killed the Justice League. Or so they say.
He hold his breath. Million of images as to what this guy looks like flash in his mind - it's not like he's afraid - sort of . . . he's stared death in the face before and won.
But who was this guy?
Jason's brain shuts down when the Ruler of the World turns around in his chair and - and he's short.
Jason stares.
Thin body, sharp face, large eyes the color a hard blue and long shaggy black hair tugged back in a pony tale. He's dressed to impress - same outfit like his ninjas except with a little extra embellishments like a red sash and gold fangs around his neck.
He looks like someone's younger teenaged brother playing 'Overlord' in a basement at a geek meet.
Jason almost bursts out laughing.
Holy shit he's tiny. The Ruler of the Planet is a teenaged dweeb! Jason's pretty sure he could kill this kid with both hands tied behind -
"Don't underestimate. I didn't bring you here to be disappointed. Think before you say anything." He says flatly.
Jason's laughter dies in his throat. Yah - yah um . . . maybe he should be embarrassed for finding that glare scary but - but fuck is that glare scary.
Point taken.
He clears his throat.
Right - back to business, he has no time for this anyway.
"So - why am I here?"
Tiny's grin is bone shudderingly terrifying.
Um - this was random and just a plot bunny that I couldn't shake.
So Tim's a genius right? There was one time in the comics where Al-Ghul think's Tim's intelligence could make him the most dangerous person. Even more than Bruce.
So what if he took over the world? Tim could totally take over the world if he wanted to - let that sink in.
Tiny Tim is probably the scariest Robin of them all.
Thanks for Reading!