Hey guys, I had to take a break from Nightwing so I thought I'd concoct a little chapter with the Red Hood!
Drop a review or favourite, be pretty sweet3
One Love
-Supah
The Red Hood sat on a vent on the rooftop where Deathstroke was supposed to be meeting him.
"You were supposed to kill the pretty boy, not scratch his arm."
The Red Hood turned to see a very bloodied Deathstroke, with a very noticeable tear at his right elbow.
"He was not the character I was told I was going up against."
"Oh really? Who was it you went up against then?"
Deathstroke growled,
"You told me he was arrogant and impatient, I went up against a cool, collected vigilante, not a cocky child in an outfit."
The Red Hood stood up and drew himself to his full height of six foot. Well, he didn't look anything to the assassin who was six foot four, but the Red Hood certainly is still intimidating.
"You disappoint me, I thought a super enhanced assassin could do the job."
Deathstroke was getting really annoyed now.
"Why did you hire me to kill the kid if you seem to know so much about him?"
"Ah, well,"
The Red Hood grinned,
"I'm just a lazy bastard, wanted to see the boy dance, you know?"
Deathstroke ripped off his mask and Slade Wilson bellowed in response,
"You knew that I couldn't take the boy on?!"
The Red Hood chuckled, but his voice dropped to a whisper,
"Yeah…. You yell at me again and I'll throw over the fucking edge."
The greying assassin grunted and turned away from the man under the red hood.
Two hours later…
A black 4x4 van pulled up at the side of the Ace Chemicals tower.
"Stay sharp boys, we got some freak who fucked up our last gig with the Falcones, weapons out at all times."
Four men got out of the van, one of them obviously in control of the entire operation. The other three men wore black suits and a black mask over their face to remind everyone who they work for, while the fourth man wore a sleeveless black shirt, wore leather gloves with his face covered with a white skull. He had a gym bag, presumable full of money, slung over his back, and he held two Glock 42 handguns.
The group turned the corner and saw six sharply dressed men, in black suits also, but lacking their masks, lying against a jet black limo.
"You heard 'bout the shoot up at the harbor, cranio faccia?"(English: Skull Face)
said a young man sitting on the bonnet of the limo, wielding a single Beretta 92 Compact. The Falcones preferred most of their stock to be Italian. Nothing like a good 'ol handgun made from the old country.
"The deal was going along smoothly, Alberto, a third-party interrupted the deal."
"Mr. Falcone to you, brutto bastardo (English: Ugly Bastard). We aren't exactly friends, and we don't want this 'mysterious third-party' of yours ruining this deal. Johnny, show them the weapons."
Johnny briskly walked to the end of the limo and opened it, revealing the weapon cache.
The 'skullface' examined the weapons and passed the money over.
"Alright boys, with me."
The three gang members went to get in the limo with Skullface to leave, but something heavy dropped from the roof and smashed on top of the limo.
"Cazzo!", Alberto yelled.
"Gaetano! È morto!"(English: Gaetano! He's dead!")
"Hold your fire boys.", a rather cocky voice exclaimed from the rooftop.
Johnny glanced up and saw the Red Hood glaring down at him, and Johnny whipped his Beretta out of his jacket holster.
BANG!
The bullet hit Johnny's head with such force that his head was ripped from his two shoulders, but only hung on by his spine.
"Figlio di puttana! Giovanni!"(English: Motherfucker! Johnny!)
The Red Hood dropped from the roof.
"Maybe you might understand this better," he growled.
"Getta la pistola, fica!"(English: Drop the gun, ****)
The remaining Falcone's dropped their guns, and the Black Mask thugs also dropped their firearms.
"Alright Skullface, I'm the third party, okay? Now listen to me very carefully. I want you four guys," He says as he points out the Black Mask thugs,
"To work undercover for me. In exchange you get to keep your lives. Got it?"
They nodded frantically, fearing their lives.
"Meet me here in two days, same time. Now scram."
They jumped into the limo and the limo shot off like a rocket.
The Red Hood emptied a clip into the back of the limo as it drove off.
"Ora è il momento di affrontare con voi idioti!"(English: Now it's time to deal with you idiots!)
"Cosa vuoi?!" (English: What do you want?!")
Alberto cried out.
"Voglio che uccidere i vostri ragazzi!" (English: I want you to kill your boys!)
"Questi sono i miei fratelli! Mai!" (English: These are my brothers! Never!)
"Bene, io ucciderò io stesso!" (English: Fine, I'll kill them myself!)
Staying true to his word, the Red Hood shot four bullets, and only Alberto was left standing.
"Merda santo!" (English: Holy shit!)
"Corri, ragazzo ricco, correre!" (English: Run, rich boy, run!)
Alberto ran faster than he ever ran before.
"Fuckin' hell, I didn't think I could speak Italian that fluently!", the Red Hood chuckled. He turned and walked off, leaving the five dead Italians to be found by the police the next day.
