This is still DenniBenni's chapter...
It took about thirty minutes for them to reach their destination. Which was Gotham's loading docks on the south side of the city. Robin sat on the roof of warehouse 16 watching as the men loaded the crate onto the boats that had been waiting for them. He still couldn't get a clear visual on what type of drugs they were transporting.
He sighed as he pressed the binoculars onto his face. There was one man who seemed to be ordering everyone else around. He had named him Too Tall. He was dressed in a black suit and Robin tried to make out what he was saying.
Someone dropped a crate and Too Tall hissed, "be careful idiot! We don't need Red Hood blowing our faces off if his merchandise gets messed up." "Red hood?" Tim thought. He had never heard of the Red Hood before. Maybe he was new in the drug trading world, but these guys seemed to be pretty afraid of him…whoever he was.
One of the bags fell from the crate that was dropped. Robin squinted his eyes trying his best to see what was in it. "Come on, just a peak," he mumbled to himself. One of the guys walked over picking it up. Once Tim got a good looked at it he sighed. A brown paper bag.
"Now how am I supposed to see through that," Robin grumbled. "Don't know, why don't you ask em'?" A voice to his left said. Robin looked quickly only to see a boot slam into his side. He was sent a few feet away from where he was perched and landed on the ground hard. He was surprised and his head was spinning.
"Little pretender. Must not be as good as they say you are huh?" Another kick. Robin yelped when he was suddenly yanked back by his hair. The thirteen year old gritted his teeth as he felt the unknown person breathing on his ear. A low whispered said, "Timmy." Robin's eyes widened behind the mask. His stomach turned flips and his heart rate sped up.
"Yep, I know exactly who you are baby bird. What? Bruce and Dickie Bird didn't tell you about me? Shame." He was pulled back harder. "He didn't tell you about how I was his greatest failure? So tell the truth, do you have any idea who I am?" Tim shook his head the best he could with his hair being yanked back.
"Do you remember the last Robin?" Robin was confused. What did Jason Todd have to do with this? Jason had been the second Robin that was murdered by the Joker before Tim had taken up the mantle. Why was he asking about him? He had always thought of Jason like a brother. He always called him his brother since Bruce had adopted both of them, including Dick.
"It's ok Timmy, I know who you are. Who was he?" The person had tightened his grip. He didn't want to tell the man Jason's real name so he settled on what he would say. Tim stared at him a moment and whispered, "he was my brother." He felt hesitation in the man's hand. Like he had struck a nerve somewhere that was making him hesitant to do what he did next. Suddenly Tim was backhanded across the face.
The man looked like he was shaking with rage, "do you want to know who I am?" Tim slowly nodded and he continued, "I'm-" Before he finished though someone yelled, "get away from Robin!" He looked up to see a group a teens staring at him angrily in their fighting stances. "Oops, looks like the Rugrats are here. I think I'll be going." He was about to jump off the side of the building when he looked back at Tim. "See you around kid. Trust me, we'll be seeing each other again. And tell the old man Red Hood said hey."
With that he was gone. The team thought about chasing him, but figured it was a lost cause. Wally quickly rushed to Robin's side and helped him sit up. "You ok dude," he asked grimacing at his friend's bloody nose and lip. Tim nodded and wiped the excess blood from his face making it smear onto his glove. "What was that," Artemis asked. Robin looked up at her and then back where the man had jumped off. He whispered, "trouble."
Jason Todd paced back and forth in his apartment. "I hate him!" He thought bitterly. It hurt him to know that he had been replaced, but in a way he was to angry to be sad. His mind drifted to the kid. The kid that had taken his place, the kid that had become his recent research. Tim Drake.
He kicked the wall causing a large hole to form. He had hated this kid for months and months. Wanted to just shoot him and get it over with. But, something the kid said was eating at him. Something that was ringing in his ears. "He was my brother." That one statement was causing Jason so much trouble. The kid had sounded so sure of himself when he said it. Like Jason had been his brother since the day he was born.
Not even Dick had called him his brother. Jason had found that Dick called Tim his brother, but never had he called Jason his brother. No one had. Now this kid comes along and says the complete opposite of what Jason thought. It was driving the twenty-two year old crazy. Completely nuts.
He was in turmoil and he didn't like it. He wanted nothing to do with the kid anymore.
He would keep his distance. Stay away. Focus on Black mask and the crime lords. Continue his plans to control Gotham's crime. He would just…forget about it. But, it's always harder not to think of the things you want to forget. Always.