Jason lands on the roof, rolling before coming to a complete stop. He stands and watches the city lights for a moment. Gotham isn't big on lights. Work is easier in the dark. But the bright pedestrian lights, the flashing headlights of cars weaving through the maze of high ways, the small light flickering in the apartments ... That was beautiful. He would never admit, but it was.
It was corruption that made those lights. Those cars belonged to the wealthiest of Gotham, most of them some way related to crime. The lights on the apartments were only flickering because there was no steady electricity supply. If there was, there wasn't any money for one anyway.
The most beautiful thing in Gotham is caused by the biggest pollutant of them all.
So fucking ironic.
Turns out the only thing truly worth saving in Gotham, is the very thing that needs to be destroyed.
No.
It isn't what made you that defines you. It's what you do.
His grip tightens on his gun.
Bruce, Batman is what made Red Hood. He caused it.
But Red Hood isn't Batman.
The Red Hood will not back away from the kill. He will not be afraid.
He would end them.
He draws his gun, and leaps of the roof, swinging down to a balcony via grappling hook. He knows a den nearby. Mobsters, and small time thugs, mostly.
He would end them.
This is terrible. But it is four in the morning. So...
Unbetad, unreread, maybe soon to be deleted. Let me know what you guys think.
Also. This thing went nowhere where I waited it to go.