Chpt.2

Crazy glan as a mheabhair

Aoife liked people. It was strange, because she was so anti-social at school, you'd think that she would want to get away from people. However, she loved how people interacted, how they walked, how they talked, how they looked. People were all different.

So when Barbra agreed to let Cassandra stay, Aoife was over joyed. She would have stayed and talked to Cass all day if she didn't have school the next morning.

Aoife would walk herself to school every morning.

The morning was a bit cool. Aoife was dressed in dark jeans, black boots, and a green sweater. Her hair was in a single braid with two bits of curls framing her face due to it not fitting in the braid.

Her black back pack was resting comfortably on her shoulders, and she was carrying Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief under her arm.

As she walked, she felt a light tap on her shoulder, and she turned her head around to see Jason Todd walking behind her.

"Hello Jason." Aoife smiled, and the murderer walked up next to her with his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"Hey Kid." Jason said with a smile.

Aoife and Jason had a good relationship, which was strange considering the man murdered her father, but that was a subject of its own entirely.

"How are you?" Aoife inquired, looking up at the tall burly man. She felt safer when she was around him. To be honest, she always felt safe when around the batfamily, but Jason just looked like the type you didn't want to mess with.

"Can't complain." Jason shrugged. "How about you?"

"I'm really happy. Cassandra is now living with Barbra and I." she informed.

"Cassandra as in the ninja chick?"

"Yup." Nodded Aoife, and Jason chuckled.

"Well that sounds cool." His face then got more serious. "Hey, Aoife… you didn't dream about me last night, did you?" he questioned.

"No." she informed shaking her head. "No offense, Jason, but I don't want to watch you when you work. It's… kinda scary." She answered, and Jason nodded.

"Alright Kid, I just wanted to make sure."

"Bad, huh?" Aoife questioned, and Jason sighed.

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?" Aoife inquired, and Jason looked down at her with a smirk on his face.

"Depends what it is."

"Well… last night I had a dream, and there was this man sitting in front of a computer. He had brown hair, but I couldn't see his face. he sounded crazy. He kept saying: 'time's a ticking tick tock tick tock' and stuff like that. He then called a guy referring to him as Mr. Wilson, and that he needed his services and he'd pay, and he'd give the guy the needed information through the computer. After that, he hung up and started to just chant words again." Aoife explained. "Do you… know anyone like that?"

Jason hummed softly, thinking. He then looked at Aoife.

"Can't say that I do. However I know two people with the last name of Wilson. Both are as evil as evil can get. One was my tenth grade science teacher, the other is a man who is an hired gun/murderer/mastermind, Slade Wilson. Slade's given Dick a run for his money several times." Jason informed.

"Do you think that's who the tick tock crazy guy was contacting?" Aoife questioned, and Jason shrugged.

"It could be, but contacting Slade isn't the most easy thing to do. Also, there are tons of people with the last name of Wilson." Jason stated, and Aoife sighed, but smiled slightly.

"Well, thanks for telling me. I just found it strange because usually I go to my grandmother and not some random guy in my dreams, meaning whatever I dreamed must've been important."

Jason messed with her hair with a small chuckle.

"Don't brood so much, kid. It's never a good trait to have. I'm sure everything'll turn out fine." Jason informed, then pat her back when they reached her elementary. "Now get to school." He smirked.

"Bye Jason." She smiled as she headed into her school.

"See ya around, Kid." Jason said with a small smile. However, the moment the young girl was out of sight, Jason's small turned into a serious frown, and he headed toward his hide out.

As he entered his hideout, there sat a man with cuts and blood all over his body, and he was handcuffed to a chair.

"Alright Buddy." Jason said with an evil smirk. "I know you saw me kill your friends, and why didn't I kill you? You must be wondering that. Truth is, you looked a lot more intelligent than the others, and I'm a fan of information."

The man groaned in pain against the gag that was tied around his face, and whimpered.

"Don't worry babycakes, daddy won't hurt you if you tell him what he wants to hear." Jason chuckled evilly as he untied the gag on the man's mouth.

"G-go to… hell." The man grunted out painfully, and Jason slapped the man's face, making him cry out in pain due to previous injuries.

"Now that was very impolite." Jason stated, as if he were scolding a child. "That was the thanks I get for not killing you last night?" Jason questioned, then pulled out his gun, twirling it around his fingers.

"Y'know what? I should just kill you now. Being so mean to me and all." Jason glanced at the man, and noticed how he was scowling at him. Jason's smirk grew wider. "No, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You just want the pain to end." Jason placed his gun on the table, then pulled out his knife.

"So, maybe more torture then, hmmm? Maybe I should start with your fingers. I cut each one in three pieces. Then I'd get your toes. Maybe then I'd go for something a bit more precious." Jason chuckled when the man whimpered.

"That doesn't sound like much fun, does it?" Jason questioned. "Well then again, it wouldn't be fun for you, but it'd be a hell of a lot fun for me."

"Y-you're crazy." The handcuffed man stuttered, completely terrified.

"Some say. But, if you want to start calling me names…" he grasped one of the man's fingers and placed his knife near it.

"No! I'll tell you anything man! Anything!"

"Anything hmmm?" Jason questioned. "Well… let's see. What do I want to know. Ah, I got it. Who is Batman?" Jason questioned, and the handcuffed man was in hysterics.

"C'mon man! Be reasonable! I don't know that! Nobody knows that!" he exclaimed.

Jason shrugged indifferently.

"Well, I suppose you're right." He chuckled. "Wait, I know what I want to know." His face got serious.

"What do you know about Slade Wilson's whereabouts?"