I don't own any of the characters used in this story. All right's to these character's blong to DC Comics and Warner Bros.
Believe me, If i owned DC or Warner bros., then the new 52 wouldn't have happened, Teen Titan's wouldn't be coming back as that mockery, and Young Justice wouldn't have been cancelled until it's 4th season!
And this is an OC centered story, with Jason as the secondary protagonist. So you've been warned if you do not like OC stories.
Jason Todd's Point of view:
Sigma City. Pretty by day, but by night, almost as cruel and corrupt as Gotham before Batman came around. As I step of the bus, I can't help but feel like I haven't left Gotham. 'Least I won't get home sick.' I tell myself. I've been the Red Hood for about two years, and figured it was time that I started moving on. Bruce is never gonna change, and just about everybody else in Gotham treat's me like the sibling with drug and gambling problem's. Except for Alfred and the last two Batgirl, but Alfred's to nice a guy, and I haven't even met the girls.
I look up at the Sun, and smirk. "Guess I better make myself at home."
And who know's? I might just like it here enough to stay .
Alex's Point of View:
Sigma City, a crime infested heap only the hunters and prey can call home. There is no right or wrong in this city. Politicians are doing the dizzy with common criminals. Convicted rapists go free within minutes of the judge slamming down his cute little mallet as if it means shit when it's just a countdown until that guy goes back to his job as a damn 1st grade teacher. This place is the closest thing to hell one can find. Here even an act of malice, an unjustified lashing out from a mentally disturbed and often frantic lunatic can be seen as a blessing. Here there are very few who are innocent. After all we are only human.
It's perfect. I Just got here at the end of December. Now it's April and I've been havin' a blast.
I've been tracking down the local organized crime, if you can call it organized. There is a large organization trafficking drugs called the Court. They have their reasons for doing what they do. Money, power, a sense of self-worth, protection, but they are mostly out for the same thing I am. A little excitement. That's why I do this. I'm not in it for truth or justice, but an adrenaline rush. I track down a small group of the Court who are jumping from rooftop to rooftop. They always overdose on drugs that give you super powers[ there's traces of Venom, and various other steroid's and hormones]. It's how they get a kick and how they do their jobs. Tonight's group seems to have all gained heightened human abilities. They backflip over alleyways and swing off of anything sticking out of the buildings. Just some overhyped teenagers on a job in a bad city.
I start off with a smoke bomb and the idiots start running like little pussies.
"Howzit goin' ass holes!?" I call out to the paranoid druggies as I tackle one of them off of the roof and into a garbage bin bellow.
"The hell is that!?" One of them calls out.
"It's Red X!" Another of them whips a gun from his pocket. "He's been taking down our guys one after another this week!"
"That's right!" I take down the one with the gun.
"Dude! Dude! If you come near me I'll jump." The last one backs up towards the edge of the roof. "I'll fucking do it!"
"Heh-Go ahead." I call out to him as I walk out from the smoke so he can see me. "I don't care if you die. AT ALL." He backs up a little too far and falls off of the roof, landing on a pile of cardboard that was stacked up in the alley. What a DUMB. ASS.
Anyway, my name is Alex Carter. I'm an unstable nut who happens to have a thing for anime, Kung Fu and comics. I'm also a genius, like L and Mello. Though… I do like chocolate, but I'm not sure I could handle pants that tight. I'm in the middle of training hours before I can fully graduate in psychiatry. I'm one of the youngest to graduate and get my psychiatry PHD, with a minor in Criminology, so that's gonna look good on the resumé.
As for my suit, I thought the identity up while reading old comics from the 90's and watchin' anime. I don't want to leave any large paper trails behind right now so my tech is kinda limited. Gotta keep the cops off my ass until I get a hold on this secret identity stuff. I mostly have a couple of guns I've spray painted black and some red shuriken but it's more than enough for common criminals and those Court morons. I was going for a badass biker/grimm reaper look for my suit. It's pretty much just leather biker gear with a red X painted on the chest and a hooded cape. I did find a ski mask and a skull from a halloween costume. I do the whole utility belt thing too, just to be a copycat those bastards in Gotham.
Because of my scholastic history I could get a job anywhere so I decide to take one that won't miss me if I end up gone every now and then.[Which suck's, cause I always wanted to be a doctor or a scientist. Maybe I'll just become an assistant detective...]. The one I chose is called Rena psychiatric institute. It's a train ride from where I live and it's pretty tame for a place in a place like this. That's actually where I was coming from when I met someone who would be a big player in my life.
It was a chance meeting, completely an accident. I always take the train around the same time after work and tonight isn't different. I work a lot of shifts that get out at night since crime in the day is boring and it's no fun when you don't have the extra "Am I gonna lose him" feeling. How was I supposed to know at the time that the girl who had to stay at school late that day would be so useful to me later on?
She walks in through the door of the train, like any other person. I wouldn't have known she was late or that she was the single heiress to a multimillion dollar fortune. She's a nineteen year old, brunette, with her hair cut around shoulder length. How do I know she has money? The sign is in the clothing she's wearing. You usually wouldn't notice with the prep school uniform on but I can see an expensive pendant around her neck [though it looks more like a well-kept heirloom] and a jewelled bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet which is out of range for a girl with a small allowance.
I notice the guys across the train point in her direction and snicker to themselves. I can see a half empty bottle of whisky in two of the guy hands as they begin to push each other around playfully and make gestures. I understand the signs immediately. These guys are your classic teen scum bags. I can see these guys in a line up for who knows what some day simply because they thought it would be cool. I know I'm only twenty-two right now, but I already hate teenagers, those little bastards.
The girl seems exhausted and bumps into me. She drops her bag on the floor and the contents spill out.
"Sorry about that." She tells me as I bend down and help her pick up the strewn books.
"No problem." I say with a smile and pass her the books. I notice something I can use. "Is that Haunt?" I ask as I point to a comic with a superhero on the cover.
"Y-Yeah." She stutters and takes the book back from me. "I'm a comic book fan."
"Me too." No bullshitting. I lucked out on this one. I don't even have to lie. "Isn't that the one where Haunt fight's Cobra the second time?"
"Yeah." She's getting into it now. If you know what to say, girl are Sooooo easy. "It's popular, so I had to go through a ton of stores to find it."
"They came out with a collector's edition with some artist notes in it."
"You're kidding." She looks a little less peppy now. "When?"
"Just yesterday, I think."
"That sucks." I notice she starts to play with her hair. For those of you that can't get laid, the hair thing is a tell-tail sign that they are either interested, toying with you or embarrassed.
I glance over to the guys across from us and as I expected, they are watching me close.
"Don't you hate how they do that?" The girl asks me. "As soon as you go out and buy something like a season box set or something they come out with the complete series."
"That's why, when it comes to DVD's, I only buy complete series."
The doors open as we make it to her stop.
"My name's April Lance, by the way." She tells me as she scribbles on a piece of paper she ripped from one of her note books. "Call me sometime." She hands me the paper and walks out the door. The guys from before fallow after her, just as I figured.[God, I was hoping to relax at home a little before getting into this crap. Damn.] I get off on the other side of the sub way and disappear into the crowd.
April notices the guys fallowing her a bit late. She's been trailed from the station to this dark alley. Two of the guys circle around her and cut her off from the front while the other three continue fallowing her from the back. She's trapped when the two from the front come in. I'm watching from on top of one of the roofs. April backs away from the men surrounding her and ends up with her back against a wall. The men close in towards her and one of them grabs her by the arm.
"You're going to regret this." She says with a smirk. The guys around her laugh as one of them reaches out for her chest. She sighs before pulling straight down on the arm around her shoulder, tossing the man into the one going for her boobs. They fall to the ground and hit hard. Charlotte spins around and kicks the nearest one to her in the face, knocking him off balance and to the concrete. The two on the ground stand back up and she still has the other two who are untouched to finish off. They pull out guns and she suddenly realizes her predicament isn't as comfortable as she would like.
"Alrighty!" Someone call out from the shadows. "I think this has gone on long enough."
The attackers look around for who the voice belongs too. I drop a line around one of their necks and he is yanked into the air. His friends start shooting but only hit the lamp post I attached the rope too. The group gathers together like nervous rats.
"Aw, look at you." The voice taunt's them as I set up my next trap. "You're all so cute, cuddled together like that." Suddenly, the owner of the voice comes out of the shadows, revealing none other than the freakin' Red Hood.
"Shit…" I whisper. Why the hell is one of the Gotham dudes in MY town? I came here 'because I been to Gotham, and it sucked there as bad as it does here! More fun for me, less people to share with.
Red Hood shoot's two of the thugs. "I'm out of here man!" One of them takes off, falling on his face in his urgency to escape. As soon as he's out of sight he screams out and is silenced.[By ME! Not that… jackass!]
The last one runs over the April and grabs her by the neck, placing his gun to her head.
"Come on, bitch! Come and get her!" He screams as he presses the weapon to her temple. April flips him over her shoulder before he can fire and knocks him out with a direct punch to the face.
I toss one of my red shuriken, as a signature. She picks it up and smiles. Then she turns to the Red Hood.
"Thanks for saving me." He nods to her. "No problem."
Red Hood then descends into the shadows while April smiles to herself." And thank you, Red X…"
Red hood meet's me on a roof top a block away. I glare at him threw my mask.
"Why are you here? Don't you have enough to worry about in Gotham?"
Red Hood sighs. "I'm… trying to work out some stuff. You can't be that pissed me being I'm here." I roll my eyes. Todd doesn't know that we got in a fight out of costume once. At a bar, over a girl. It may have been a "draw", but I hit him 5 more times than he hit me! And I still didn't use the three forbidden techniques! Anyway, I put two and two together when I saw him fight the next week as Red Hood.
" I'll get over it." The hood pat's me on the back. "Cool, maybe we can team up? I've been getting pretty bored killing these guy's buy myself lately."
Perfect. Who doesn't want a trigger happy Sociopath as a partner? And yes, I know I'm a hypocrite!
Ok, I'm trying something new, and I'm open to ideas. So please R&R!
