Before we start, I want to respond to the couple anonymous reviews:
robgray 1: I'm glad you found it interesting so far. However... I do not mean to sound rude, but could you keep the anti-Jason rants to a minimum? I actually really like his character. It is your opinion, but there are many things that DC have done that are much worse than creating Jay (Such as killing off Lian Harper, changing Harley Quinn's costume, breaking up Dick and Kory, the list can go on for ages). I'm glad you enjoyed the story so far, though.
M. N: Here is the next chapter! This is going to be a continuous story, so there will be many more to come. Also, since you've actually reviewed quite a few of my stories... I do believe by now you've realized I enjoy writing for Jason. A lot... He's fun to write with.
Now, to the chapter!
I do not own Teen Titans or Batman.
Robin was not sure if agreeing to go get pizza with the other Titans had been the best idea.
Sure, it was a way to get his mind off the little situation in Gotham, and he had been starving at the time. There was only one problem with going out with his friends on a Friday night.
Starfire would realize there were many sales at the mall, and drag the whole team into the shopping building.
Not fun for a slightly anti-social teenager boy. As they walked through the mall, he felt the gazes of civilian girls of about his age. Glancing at two friends that was walking past him, he noticed them looking hungrily at his chest and... lower area.
He really hated leaving the tower. This happened every. Freaking. Time. As his secret identity, though, there was possibly even more perverted glances at him. That was what he got for being the son of a millionaire, though...
No. He would not, could not, think about Bruce right now.
With the thought of his ex-mentor banished from his mind, Robin turned towards Starfire, expecting to see the alien princess's bright, smiling face that always cheered him up.
Instead, he saw bright green eyes widened in terror. Looking at the other Titans, the expressions were all similar. He just had no idea why.
That is, he had no idea why until the chilling sound of all too familiar laughter reached Robin's ears, making his whole body stiffen in instinct. It couldn't be... That maniac had no business in Jump, he was a Gotham rogue. There had to be some sort of mistake.
"Oh Bird Boy! Why don't you turn and see your dear old Uncle J?"
No longer being able to avoid the inevitable, the young hero turned. What met his masked eyes upon turning towards the voice was none other than the wicked, cruel, psychotic being known as the Joker.
Absolutely brilliant.
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Gotham was by no means a nice place to live. It was filthy, crime-ridden, and corrupt to a depressing level.
Jason Todd didn't mind it all that much; it was very possibly the worst place on the world, but it was home.
A home that just recently taken a huge turn on him. Six months ago, he had been living out on the streets, just another Gotham orphaned street rat. Nothing really special, a common sight in the dark city. Then he went and decided to steal the wheels of the Batmobile that was parked in Crime Alley. He couldn't help himself; they looked really expensive, and some spare money is always helpful when you're a twelve-year-old living alone on the streets.
Of course, he hadn't predicted Batman showing up while he was still getting the last wheel loose.
If he had any dreams of being a fortune teller, he abandoned them then (of course, he didn't. That would just be weird), because he would never had seen what happened next.
Batman pretty much kidnapped him, asked him if he would like to be Robin, and told him he was Bruce Wayne.
There was a lot in between that, of course, but they were not part of the big picture that Jason always tried to focus on. Anything other than that just wasted time.
Unless, of course, you were Bruce, and had to look at every little detail, and make sure it fit in. Then you'd have to look at every little detail of those original little details. It just kept going on and on until you were just plain confused.
Unless you were Bruce. Then somehow this all made sense.
Put simply, Jason had no idea how the hell Bruce did it. Even looking at the man's case notes made his brain hurt a little.
Which was why he preferred physical training far above the mental elements; couldn't he just punch the bad guys and not have to think about it?
Rolling his light blue eyes at his own thoughts, the boy opened up the grandfather clock and stepped onto the staircase leading down into the Bat Cave. Hearing Bruce on the computer down in the cave itself, Jason changed his slow walk into a dash down the stone steps. As he raced into the hide-out, the boy accidentally nearly knocked into Alfred, who barely was able to hold the silver platter as he regained his balance.
"Master Jason!"
"Sorry, Alfie!" Jason yelled over his shoulder as he stopped next to his mentor.
"So, anything interesting tonight?"
"The Joker broke out of Arkham again," Bruce said, his dark blue eyes not leaving the computer screen.
"So we should be expecting trouble in about five minutes?"
"Not quite. There was a note left on the outskirts of Gotham, written in red paint, with a Joker card directly next to it."
Jason rose a thin eyebrow.
"What did the note say?"
Bruce suddenly turned towards the boy, looking him in the eyes seriously.
"'Dear Batsy- With a new little birdy flying around, I think it's high time I pay the old one a visit from his good ol' Uncle J."
The boy blinked.
"Umm... What does that exactly mean?"
Bruce suddenly stood, pulling his cowl over his face.
"It means he's going to Jump City. Suit up and get into the jet."
With that, the man swept off, his cape billowing behind him, to the jet himself, leaving Jason to his thoughts.
After a moment of thought, it came together for the boy.
Original bird.
Original Robin.
Jump City.
"Joker's targeting Dick Grayson."
He was going to finally meet the seemingly flawless Saint Dick it seemed.
Absolutely brilliant.
Okay, I will admit it now before anyone gets weirded out.
I freakishly adore Jason Todd.
Not as much as Dick Grayson. But close. Very close.
Now that is cleared up, please review!