I've started to become a fan of Jason Todd. After reading a few comics and watching Batman: Under the Red Hood again, I couldn't stop myself. I'm hoping to make this kind of short. I'm not really going to follow any storyline, all off the top of my head. So don't get all upset if a few things are off. Ok, so enjoy and feed back is awesome.

I don't own Batman.

Chapter 1

The only thing running through his mind was, how stupid could this chick be? Walking along the roof tops of Gotham he followed her, never admitting even to himself that he was worried. Let's face it walking in Gotham at night, in the narrows and alone was just an open invitation for every lowlife in a ten mile radius. So what other choice did he have?

The streets lights dimmed at every passing turn. As she continued walking to what he could only pray was home; otherwise this would be a really long night. It didn't take long for his prediction to be proven true; passing by a dark alley two thugs noticed her. They all continued walking after the young women, those thugs on the ground and what can only be described as a vigilante on the roof.

She stopped, several questions invaded his mind. The most obvious being, did she know she was being followed? The thugs behind her continued forward, obviously seeing it as nothing more than an opportunity. The taller of the two pulled out a gun pointing it at her head. From the roof he drew his own weapon ready to strike however never given the chance. Her movements were quick; she disarmed the man behind her so quickly the two lowlifes were left speechless. In her hand she held the same gun that had been pointed towards her only seconds prior.

He wouldn't say he was impressed simply surprised, those thugs certainly were. He continued to stare down at the scene as it unfolded. Nothing occurring as it should or more precisely how he expected. Well not entirely, walking around Gotham alone at night certainly gathered attention, he wasn't wrong about that. He just didn't anticipate her capabilities. It certainly wasn't visible in the way she was dressed, the flowery dress was certainly misleading. All it took now was the look in her eyes to see the resolve. The only problem was that her head was currently covered by the hood of her jacket.

As if hearing his thoughts her hand reached up and pulled down her hood. Revealing what neither he nor those lowlifes expected. In her eyes there was only kindness, a face so gentle the gun in her hand seemed so out of place. However that wasn't the only reason they stared, the scares on her face almost demanded it. They didn't cover all her face, a thin line came across her cheek and down her chin. Her neck is where it looked like a Jackson Polllock painting missed the canvas. The thugs continued to stare as if mesmerized; the sound of metal hitting the floor was what brought them out of their hypnotized state. She dismantled the gun and allowed the scraps to drop onto the concrete.

Without a second thought she placed the hood of her jacket back on her head, turned around and walked away. He wasn't surprised he was simple curious.

He continued to follow her until she reached what he could only hope was her home. Standing atop the roof he waited patiently until all was quiet. From across the street he could see her enter the apartment, flickering on the lights. Hanging her jacket on the hock, he saw it again. Her face, a face so gentle, so kind living in the narrows seemed out of place. Any other women heck even some men would be damn crazy to live in a place filled with nothing but scum. The dangers hidden between every alley were well known throughout the city maybe even the entire country. Although considering that small demonstration of skill her survival rate seemed above average.

For a second he lost sight of her, already on the roof when he found her next. With a small watering can in her hand and the numerous plants surrounding the roof, it didn't take a detective to put these clues together. He was already on the roof as she moved from one plant to the next, when she was done she placed the can next to a small table and moved towards the edge of the roof.

Removing her shoes she climbed onto the roofs ledge. Jumping on one foot and then two, from one side of the roof to the other. The way she moved reminded him of a game the little girls would always play…. Hopscotch. She certainly looked like a little girl, the way she moved, the way she dressed and the smile on her face. It was entirely innocent.

The scares showed the vile that covered the streets of Gotham, the smile she wore on the other hand was anything but.

Trying to take a closer look, the sound of broken glass crumbling under the weight of his foot, was what gave away his position.

Crap…. So much for stealth.

There wasn't time to dwell on his "skills". At the unknown sounds she had lost balance, her feet being the only thing visible as she started a descent towards the ground below. Instinct took over he jumped off the rooftop without a second thought. Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other sending a line up toward the roof was well within his skills. The excessive force used to pull them back toward the roof forced her to tighten her arms around his waist. Landing once again on the roofs ledge the grip he held around her loosened however hers would not. Perhaps she was still in shock or perhaps…..

"Next time try playing hopscotch from a lower altitude."

His words brought reality back into perspective. Releasing her hold on him she pushed herself back, separating them roughly as she ran towards the door leaving Jason standing on the rooftop with nothing more than her forgotten shoes.