Hello I'm back I really wanted to write this chapter as soon as possible I don't like cliff-hangers and neither do you guys, so this chapter gets inside Jason's mind.

Characters do not belong to me. :3

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{Revenge among other things}

Jason felt like he was going to throw up, the Joker had escaped, to his knowledge the psychopath had been put in Arkham asylum by Batman after his death, and Joker hadn't got out, up until now.

How many other lives will the mad man taint or destroy this time?

How many families will he tear apart by torture or death, just for some fun?

It made Jason feel sick to his core, it was the type of sick feeling which clutched his stomach and his heart simultaneously, and it hurt the very fibre of his body.

The news reporter on the television started saying something else, Jason was ripped away from his dark thoughts and he began to watch and listen to the news reporter.

'As I said before The Joker has escaped from Arkham asylum-' The female news reporter looked stressed and finely painted red finger nails were tapping on the table as she sorted out sheets of paper containing the most recent news '-and he doesn't appear to be in Gotham anymore, sources in Jump city say that he has been sighted there.'

Jason fell to his knees in shock and anger.

It was painful enough to know Joker had escaped and would ruin more lives because Bruce hadn't got the guts to kill the bastard.

But the fact Joker was in Jump city, right now ; felt like a ice cold hand had pulled his heart out of his chest and ripped it up, but he doubted he even had any heart and rip up left.

A plan was forming in his head.

Maybe he could do it, kill him.

The Joker.

Jason had already killed two people by accident, Bruce would never forgive him for that.

Would killing a psychotic murder who had filled grave yards full of rotting corpses and not to mention himself be classed as an evil act?

The Joker had murdered him, taken him away from Bruce, and the rest of his 'family', a family he was only starting to fit into.

Jason thought to when he told Dick he killed people, he could tell it made him uneasy, his little brother being a murderer, even though Dick had convinced him that he wasn't at all like the Joker.

And that was true.

He hadn't killed anyone for fun, killing the Joker wasn't going to be fun, no. It was going to be satisfying.

Satisfying revenge.

'Yeah, revenge..' Jason hissed quietly to himself.

It tingled on the tip of his tongue, revenge. He smiled at the thought of the word, he liked the meaning of it:


Revenge: The action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for a wrong suffered at their hands.


Nobody had avenged his death, so he would avenge it himself, he would need to confront the Joker stare into the eyes of the man who killed him, then watch the light slowly drain from them, that would be satisfying.

But a part of Jason, maybe the part which was Robin all those years ago didn't want to stare the man in the eyes and did not want to kill him or anyone again, that part only wanted to hurt Joker maybe a crowbar would be involved? He almost laughed out loud.

This part of him was small and mostly insignificant and it also feared if he saw the Joker in person again he would freeze in fear and would mentally return to that warehouse and relive the feeling of being useless to stop the awful things inflicted upon him.

Useless to defend himself.

Jason shook his head and pulled himself up off the soaked ground, he needed to make plans of revenge.

But the sound of gun shots distracted him, they were close, he did something he shouldn't of, he ran towards the echoing gun shots.


Something inside him told him the Joker was going be there, he was now running at his top speed towards the scene.

What was he doing?

He hadn't got a plan figured out, just a mindless thirst for revenge and it was now just in reach, the idea of revenge laced his brain and whispered horrors in his ears.

He had just ran a head into a situation without a plan with out an idea, his habit of doing that, had got him killed by the Joker the first time.

Jason really had no idea what he would do if the Joker was there, he had no weapons, but then again he had killed the other two guys with his bare hands, he broke their necks.

He slowed down his running pace and he looked at the scene in front of him.

There was ten or eleven dead bodies scattered across the ground, blood gushing out of gunshot wounds. Jason wasn't quite sure if the eleventh person was dead because every now and then they twitched.

Apart from the dead people they were about five people on their knees with their hands over there heads.

They were hostages.

The hostages consisted of an older looking business man he was maybe on his way home when he got caught up in this commotion he had a split lip and was shaking a lot.

Next to the business man was a mother who had her arm around her sons shoulder and her other hand above her head, her son looked about fourteen, he had black hair and the corner of his head was bleeding.

The other two hostages weren't related like the ones before they were both middle aged, one male and one female shaking, but they didn't look injured.

The people who Jason suspected of the dead bodies and hostages were two men holding guns, their faces covered by disturbing clown masks they were occasionally hitting the group of hostages with the bottom of there guns.

Suddenly out of darkness appeared the Joker.

He circled the hostages like a shark whose grin held way too many teeth, for its face, at seeing his murderer again Jason could feel his blood run cold and pure hatred bubbling up wards from his stomach.

Revenge was the only thing Jason could think of, he forgot about everything else and words started slipping out his mouth before his brain could even assess the situation.

'Joker-' He growled, it barely sounded human it was almost a noise just full of hate and rage, '-leave those people alone!'

He had caught the Joker's attention the man spun around to face him, he was grinning widely and looking in Jason's direction.

Jason honestly didn't know what to do now, he just stood still watching the other two men carefully who were holding the guns, they had also noticed him, but the Joker waved his hand towards them to signal 'don't shoot' or something.

'Wow.' Joker stated '-looks like we've got a hero want to be here, what's ya name kiddie?'

Jason didn't say anything he just gave the Joker a look which if it could, would kill anything in its path.

'Don't talk much, okay I'll give you name-' the man put his hand under his chin and looked thoughtful for a second or two '-Your wearing a red hoodie, so I'll call you Red hoodie , I'm fond of red hood's I used to be one my self but that's another story.' his grin seemed to get wider then before and he started laughing and he started to walk towards Jason.

Jason's hands were touching his red hoodie attached to his leather jacket, Joker had so creatively named him after, making sure it was in place as there was a chance he would recognize him, but it was unlikely because his features had grown older and the Joker wouldn't believe the Robin he had killed had came back to life, would he?

The Joker was about a metre in front of him 'Hoodie I like you, I'll take you hostage with the others, hmm but I only need five hostages, so…' the Joker pulled out a gun from inside his suit pocket and shot the mother of the fourteen year old boy.

Jason could hear the screams, he couldn't tell if it came from the boy or the mother, maybe both.

He closed his eyes for a minute he knew how much losing a parent hurt, it sometimes felt physical it always left an aching at the bottom of your heart that would never ever heal up just get unevenly patched up, and sometimes you would want to disappear all together it was cruel and torturing because without helping it your mind would wonder about multiple scenarios that could of happened if they were still alive, it was tortuous.

And this kid had all that pain to come.

'Well Hoodie looks like there's room for you in my little party now!' the Joker screeched gleefully.

Jason couldn't move his legs started shaking and no words came at his voice 'I cant-I..'

He was frozen in his place, the apparent insignificant Robin part of him fears had been correct, he couldn't move or speak, he was mentally back in that warehouse, maybe seeing an innocent women whose son seen her death had triggered something in his head.

He blacked out.