Notes: Hi guys, was very busy this week, moving out, work, etc. But here is another chapter. I decided to separate this into two separate chapters so you guys can have a small update. Enjoy and please review, follow, and favourite. Thank you.

Chapter Ten

I wake up and just sit in bed for a few minutes. Doing nothing. Just sitting in the silence. It's not as humid as last night. I pull the covers off of myself and head to the bathroom to wash my face. I love the cold water in the morning.

I head to the living room and turn the TV on. I head to the attached kitchen and make myself a bowl of porridge, nothing fancy but it gets the job done. I switch through the channels before I start eating.

'The latest iPhone! Now with fewer holes and 1.5 times faster than the outdated one you bought last year that your friends make fun of! Buy now!' The random TV channel shouted at its audience.

'Psht. Next.' I declare aloud before changing the channel.

'What I really want to know is: Why hashtag Black Lives Matter doesn't tell me that white lives matter? Huh? It's because they're all racists!' The bigoted white woman on Fox News screamed. It's sad really, instead of advocating the rights of the oppressed, she is bringing them down. Was she not oppressed in this patriarchy society? But yet, she's protecting the group that oppresses her. I got to hand it to the right wing media though, they've been able to manipulate most of the world to hate the poor, the disadvantaged, the foreigners, and themselves instead of focusing on the elites. It's sad. Really sad. I switch the channel one more time and begin to eat my breakfast.

'An incident occurred on Wall Street late last night, the police are currently investigating the incident at MoneyMart.' The news reporter on BBC America stated. Ha, I made the news. I scoop another spoonful of porridge into my mouth.

'The police have not yet classified what crime took place. Terrorism?' Oh come on! She goes straight to that one?

'Burglary?' Meh, not as bad.

'Or just a random act of anarchy?' And they'll never know. I eat another spoonful of my breakfast.

'The audience at home can decide,' she continues, 'here is a clip of the incident for our viewers to watch.' I spit out my mouthful. WHAT THE FUCK?

'You ask me, why I'm doing this?!' That's me. How did they get the footage of me? I took down the cameras in the entire area and deleted any little frame they may have got of me at the start.

The video continues until the explosion and the camera goes dead. 'As viewers can see, this is a very grey area.'

I switch the channel, 'He was sent to us by our Gods. We must follow hi-.' I switch the channel again before the the old man, in a plain grey gown with sandals, being interviewed by CNN finishes. I really couldn't care for this religious talk right now.

The presenter on ABC is also discussing last night's incident. 'Here, with me today, I have: Dr Joseph Craste, leading sociologist from New York University, and District Attorney Assistant, Viola Leies. Welcome.'

Leies starts, 'This is obviously a very concerning incident, with a man dressed in a red helmet under the delusion that he is here to "save the people". It is utter nonsense. You can't save the people by breaking the law.' Sad face.

The Dr responds, 'Yes, he may have committed a crime but you're ignoring the bigger picture. What that man was saying, what his intentions were. He mentioned things politicians don't. The extortionate practices of pay day lenders. And adding to that, loan sharks – which is a bigger problem than people think – and banks. Yes, he broke the law but his message is legitimate.' Ay! Someone who understands. It's honestly not much different to what the other vigilantes do… in my opinion.

'We can now show the video of, who people on social media have named, The Helmet, and his message.' The presenter replies.

Okay, I've seen enough. I turn the TV off and clean the half chewed porridge off of the table and place the bowl in a sink.

I go back into my bedroom and grab my phone. 33 messages and 18 missed calls.

Multiple texts from Tim, 'Hey, Helmet, I like your superhero name.' 'Also, what the fuck, Jason?' 'Dick's not going to be happy.' 'You helmet.' 'Hello?' 'I know you read that.'

A text from Steph, 'Hey, Helmy, I like your work. :)' 'P.S. if Bruce regains his memory pls don't tell him I said that. Thanks:)'

One missed calls from Babs, one from Al, and the rest from Dick.

I call Babs back, 'Heyyyy, Babs, it's a little early in the morning for a booty call, no?'

'Jason. Please.' I hear the faintest laugh from her. 'I, along with the rest of the world have seen your vide-'

'I know what you're going to say, Dick won't be happy, Dick is going to get angry, he's going to get mad. But you know what? I don't give a fuc-'

'No, Jason. I was calling to see if you wanted to speak. And to let you know that you're trending on Twitter, worldwide.' Great. I rub my hand over my face and through my coal dark, curly bed hair. 'And there are parody accounts of you… well, parody accounts of The Helmet. He's got quiet the following.'

'Ahh, thanks for the info Babs, it was nice talking to you. And I'm sorry I got a little flustered just there.'

'Oh, Jason, one more thing: I know your methods are… unconventional… but I belie… you're doing good. The people need help that the law, nor other heroes, can offer.'

'Thanks, Babs.'

I needn't be worried about anyone, par Dick. What I now need to focus on is Ailes.

After what seemed like an eternity of hacking and theory work, I found out that the mainframe is located in Ailes' estate, in his library. And it turns out that someone hacked into the office cameras to record me breaking in and leaked it. I couldn't find out who, they completely hid their tracks. Even after more hours of computer wizardry I was still unable to track the IP. Was this supposed to be blackmail? A threat? I guess it's karma for what I done for Ailes, but I don't believe in that shit. Was it Tim? He's the best person I know with computers, maybe he was just pretending to support me. I'll need to investigate this further later.

I need to break into Ailes' estate and find that computer.

But first, I really should give Al a call back, I don't want to worry him. 'Hey, Al. You called.'

'Hi, Mas-errr… Jason, I was calling to let you know that I received a few letters addressed to you at Wayne Manor.'

'Oh, is that all? You could probably throw 'em out, Al. No need to waste your time on them.'

'Not at all, Jason. I've got quiet the bit of time on my hands since Bruce forgot his memories,' I can hear the drop of his tone, he tried covering it up but I heard. He's sad. 'And since Master Dick left to join that spy organisation, and Tim joining the Teen Titans, and Damian going travelling the world, and you…'

'Hey, you mentioned letters?' I couldn't bare this, I had to interrupt him.

'Oh yes! You've actually received an invitation to an event.'

'Are you sure? An invitation for me?'

'Well yes, I received several letters for your brothers as well but I doubt they would make it. A charity event tonight to help veterans. I think they're mainly interested in Bruce's money but I guess it's for a good cause.'

I'm a bit too busy for this right now.

'Hosted by Michael Ailes.'

Oh. 'Hmm, I might make a visit, Al. We need to help our fellow man as much as we can. Thanks a lot, Al, I'll speak to you later.'

'Oh, one last thing, Jason. Wear a nice suit… and not a helmet… and do what you need to.'

Oh god damn. Even Al? 'Haha. Thanks for the advice. I'll keep it in mind.'

Well, if that's not the biggest deus ex machina in a while, I don't know what is.

Notes: So it looks like Jason will be going to a little event organised by Ailes. But who hacked the cameras and made the Red Helmet famous... infamous?

Also, a 'helmet' is a slang word used in the UK to refer to the end of a penis so... I guess Kon will get the last laugh.

Just want to say again, thanks a lot for reading. And remember to review, follow, and favourite! Helps out a lot XxX