A/N: I wrote this as a roleplay example for a roleplay site I'm joining as Jason. This was the first chance I've had to really delve into Jason's mind, so I hope I did alright. ^^
He never knew why he always seemed to come back to this place. There was nothing special about it. It was nothing but a bunch of smog and dark buildings. He felt no attraction to it. If anything, he was disgusted by the place and how the ignorant and pompous people continue to act as if nothing was wrong. But here, everything was wrong.
Maybe that was the thing about Gotham. Everything was just so wrong, that he couldn't subconsciously believe it. He had to come, to prove it to himself, to remind himself that it was real; that the horrible deeds that lurk in the shadows every day and night actually do happen. Or perhaps it was just to punish himself. He was insane. At least, that's what the look in everyone's eyes keeps telling him.
He remembered standing on top of Wayne Tower, wearing a brightly colored costume that was highly contradictory to the costume the man beside him wore. He remembered looking down on Gotham, watching the people walk around like ants on a playground. This was his playground. His kingdom. And he had to protect it. He had to protect it from every lowlife scum out there, 'cause, obviously, the people couldn't protect themselves. They were too oblivious to the evils of life.
He had never been oblivious, just nearsighted. Now his vision was twenty-twenty.
Red Hood's eyes narrowed as he refocused, remembering the reason he told himself he was here. His eyes remained locked on the man at the head of the table, the one who was negotiating the illegal arms deal. He was negotiating for enough arms to supply a small army. So, naturally, Red Hood was going to make an entrance, via this dude. Because he was bad-ass, and he wanted people to know it. Kneeling on the roof of a building directly next to the warehouse where the deal was going down, he aimed his gun at the window, making sure the bullet would penetrate right in the middle of the man's forehead. If you were going to make an impact, you had to have style.
He smirked beneath his helmet. "Pow."
He pulled the trigger.
A/N: Review please and let me know how I did! :D