Hello readers, Ok so I know it said it is a story about Jason Todd, but you need this character overview to understand the rest of the story! I promise, it really is focused on him! and well, the rest of the family too! Happy reading!
Prologue: (An introduction of the character Black Hawk)
My name is Kendra Hunters, I am the daughter of the late Anthony Hunters; billionaire, philanthropist, father of 7, and loving husband, now Dead. My father went to school with Bruce Wayne, was one of his best friends, so officially Bruce is my guardian and Godfather; But in reality, he was more of a father to me than my Biological one. My mom died when I was young, some accident with chemical overdoses at a medical research lab, I don't remember her much; guess it is better that way. My father and all but one of my siblings died in an accident at Haly's Circus almost two months before the Deaths of John and Mary Grayson. I grew up with Richard, had a huge crush on him at one point, and even joined him for a time as a sidekick to Batman; only difference is, no one remembers me. To the public eye, Bluejay never existed, and that is exactly the way we had panned it. I was the shadow, the silent covert ops agent for the team, no one ever knew I was there until it was too late. But all that changed when I was abducted, I guess I pissed of the wrong people at the wrong time. For almost 11 months I was tortured and experimented on by Scarecrow and his men, they tested every new batch of fear toxin on me… and then would leave me to rot. No one came looking, at least none that I knew… Barbara Gordon (My second cousin twice removed… or something like that) took my place as the female partner, only she chose the "original" name of Batgirl as her persona. Richard Grayson quit the role of robin to become Nightwing, and Jason Todd took his place. I had met Jason a few years back and had taken it upon myself to check on him and his mother occasionally… He and I were... complicated, we always have been. (His dad had gone to and died in prison, and his mom had died of her overdose while I was being held captive.) Most of it is a blur of pain and sickness, but I vividly remember the day I died… My death was one that everyone in Gotham tried hard to forget and probably did thanks to the fear toxin.
It was the Fourth of July, independence day, and Gotham was having a massive fireworks display planned for that evening. Everyone was excited… this year was going to be extra special, because it was the 5th year since the crime wars ended. Don Maroni was shipped off to blackgate and Don Falcone went into early retirement down south somewhere, Penguin was in hiding, and for the most part the gangs and mobs were laying low. Everyone thought that meant there was going to be a time of relative peace, that Gotham had come through the worst and was headed back into a golden age. While the people of Gotham might be the most resilient, they often have a way of seeing too much hope some places where it really isn't, in other words, they couldn't possibly have been more wrong.
As the nightlife festivities began the city was placed into its temporary power shut down ( half the grid, so that people could see the show), only the street lights and the big viewing screens were left on as the people made their way towards the central park. Then the announcement came. Scarecrow's face plastered on every screen, and mobile device, he delivered a shocking message, revealing my disheveled, disoriented, and bleeding body to the masses. They didn't know me, who I was, or what I had done for them; all they knew was that this young girl was about to die…
Jason and Bruce tried, heart and soul they tried to save me but as I fell from the top of Wayne Tower, fear toxin seeping through my veins, a bullet in my abdomen; I became… Disappointed. I wasn't angry, or afraid, I was sad but not upset… my only regret was not saying goodbye.
As I fell the last thing I saw was the shock on Bruce's face, Jason frozen in a silent scream, and who I know now to be Batgirl and Nightwing on the top of the roof looking down at me. No one remembers because they don't want to remember. The fear toxin made them hallucinate, and they desperately want to believe the 13 year old girl who fell from a building, shot to death by a psychopath, was a hallucination. The truly unknown hero.
Bruce never talks about it, Dick and Barb look away at even the mention of the bird, and Jason… It still gives him nightmares sometimes.
So how is it that I can be telling you all of this? I mean I'm supposed to be dead right? Well how many of us have ever stayed dead? We're really hard to kill for good. But you're probably wondering what happened afterwards… Well for starters I was raised by Ra's Al Ghul himself, hand selected to be his protege and Second hand, and after I surpassed even his skills I moved to the Al Caste, only took me two months to complete their training, then I traveled to the mountains to learn my family's trade; we're trained killers, the best on any known planet… the list of teachers and mentors goes on, but now I have returned to Gotham to fight as one of its protectors, Known as the Black Hawk, alongside my new family…
I, like Jason, have a less rigid moral code, which is probably why we are so attracted to each other, we do things that the rest of the bat family cringe at, and to be honest they're right to. But I'd rather it be me than them, it's not enjoyable, at all…
But back to the point, this is Jason's story after all and from here on it's his… the story about how I almost killed the Red Hood…
Hey guys thanks SO MUCH for reading... This is my first fanfic and I hope, you like it so far! Please leave suggestions for me! And Don't stop here... the next chapter is already up! Thanks, Lots of Love
~Kyrgy11