-Author's Note: Takes place in the New 52 Redhood Outlaws and Wonder Woman series-
Jason spent the rest of the day planning.
Strategizing. The Redhood had survived countless attacks involving explosions, gunshots, fire, ice, you name it. He wasnt planning on dying again anytime soon, which is why he prepared for everything.
They were living in the heart of the corrupted city, claimed by the unaware continent of central America.
The Redhoods were well aware of the danger in being there, especially with the infamous Redhood himself. He was wanted all over the world, but nowhere wanted him more than the southern countries. He was the reason plenty of corrupt leaders had lost money, when they attempted to make money from illegal trades.
Now he had come for the nuclear plans they had made.
And they knew this all too well.
Everyone was waiting for the cards Jason Todd was going to put on the table, whatever it was, the gamble was going to be high.
It was a war abrupting on the surface, they just didn't know it yet.
Meanwhile somewhere on an island of paradise, hidden away from reality, was a girl who practically made the suicide of trying to escape Paradise.
Raven-haired, Donna Troy, sat in a cell where she was told to "think about what she had done" just as a young child would be told when put in 'time-out'.
Only she was not put there for talking back, or forgetting to clean her room. Donna Troy sat in a cell, to think about the various men she killed, for the 'benefit' of her Amazon sisters.
Did she think about what she had done?
Absolutely.
She remembered the faces of all the men she slaughtered in cold blood, and thought of the many more who were destroyed by her amazon followers.
And the only thing she could think of, was what kind of monster she had become.
Deep in thought, the grief filled girl was approached by a beam of light standing right across from her.
Diana Prince, or as most know her, Wonder Woman.
'Another damn lecture from the queen of the Amazons' she thought, wallowing on the cold ground.
"Donna.." she began, but she didn't return a look.
"You aren't a monster." the words sang out and landed on Donna's ear. Then fell out the other.
The Amazon of man's world was not actually standing outside her cell. It was only her imagination replaying the god of war's words.
The girl in the cell stayed put on the floor, she didnt cry simply because she believed she did not deserve to cry.
"A monster doesnt cry."
she repeated.
"Im a monster."