Red Covington released an aggravated sigh. His wallet had come up missing when the one person he'd spend chilling with took to his bedroom. His nostrils weren't flaring with a raging temper quiet yet. It's when he saw his crush dancing with the new Robin that he almost broke a nose. He took deep breaths to exhale so he wouldn't lose consciousness.
"Do I talk to them?" Red thought aloud, moving from the door of Jason's room when Rose began to verbally accuse him of something. He waited as the white haired female, came rushing from the room.
Rachel then zoomed past the redhead, holding in a tantrum. She too started screaming at Jason about crosses being drawn all over her room. "You give people reasons to hate you!"
Red mentally inhaled deeply. He didn't have the mindset of his sister, but he did believe Rachel went too far.
So far the blue haired girl didn't give people reasons to love her as of late.
"I'm out of here." Jason bumped into Red, but kept walking until he was stopped by the others.
"What's going on?" Donna asked, looking from Rachel to Jason then lastly Red. Her brown eyes, staring intently at the redhead. The brunette held distrust for Red with no logical explanation as to why.
"Jason is fucking with people. Don't look at me!" Red held up his hands in defeat.
The hurt slowly washed over Jason as the others began to blame him for everything wrong in their lives.
"He drew crosses all over my room-" Rachel started, shallow breathing.
"He was dancing with the girl he knows I like. He tried to take Dylan and now she's dead for it. Now, he wants Rose." Red cut in, narrowing cold blue eyes in a glare at the pained boy.
"I didn't do any of it!" Jason tried to reason with the group. Weren't they supposed to have his back no matter what?
"You replaced Hank's mouthwash along with the whole orange soda ordeal on behalf of Donna. What's up your ass, liar?" Red snarled, continuing to hurt the boy. He didn't care about the pain he was causing somebody he believed heartless.
Jason was speechless. He could only plead with people who refused to hear him.
Dick broke the conversation by appearing. His brown eyes were wide while holding a gun in one hand.
Red worried, moving from his slouching position. He arched a red eyebrow at the other male, "Dick, why do you have a gun?"
"It's him. He's in the tower." Dick softly replied.
"Who's in the tower?" Hank asked while the others exchanged curious glances about their leader.
Dick cast a doubtful glance around the place. He spoke in a low whisper, rushing off in search of Jason. He briefly got, "Deathstroke" from his mouth causing Red to further plot.
"Did he say Deathstroke?" Hank asked, hoping he heard wrong.
Gar chose the moment to join them, complaining about lack of sleep.
Red rolled his eyes, walking off to get the party started. He went to his purple carpeted bedroom, smirking maliciously to himself. He rummaged his closet, coming across the black top hat he would need. His time to take down the Bat had arisen.
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A slim female of about five foot five jumped onto the roof. Her auburn curls were bouncing with every move she made. Her hazel eyes were a mix of ever-changing green and brown. She wore an all black leather pant suit with long sleeves, a black mask over her eyes and bat ears. She so happened to be the latest of Batman's wingman.
"What the-?" Dick was startled by the sudden presence of an unfamiliar figure. He'd been in the middle of conversing with Jason on the rooftop who was threatening to end his own life. His mouth stood agape as the stranger landed in his view, tapping his chin to close his mouth before he caught flies.
"You shouldn't kill yourself, Robin!" The woman addresses the youngster in full confidence.
"Who are you?" Dick asked, forgetting said current situation. He was in awe of the brunette.
"The name is BatFever. Odd, I know. I have a love for bats, Batman, and baseball bat. What can a girl do?" She softly spoke, zoning in on Robin. She had been watching in the shadows from afar due to the command given by her boss.
"Batman never mentioned you." Dick processed her sentence, thinking of how Batman could replace his Robin. His eyes flitted to the image of Bruce Wayne questioningly in his mind.
"Why shouldn't I jump? I'm a screw up." Jason directed his words to BatFever.
BatFever sighed, digging deep to think on the logical sigh. "I'm not Batman's sidekick. I'm a new hero. As for why you shouldn't jump, what about when Ghost is resurrected?"
The question at the end made both Dick and Jason mull over their thoughts.
BatFever was more than willing to tug Jason all the way onto the roof so he wouldn't fall to his death. She refused to let anybody die, specifically on her watch.
"Wait, Dylan can feel the pain of those who died-" Dick slowly began to speak when Jason jumped in with another conclusion.
"-Those memories can be so unbearable at her for times that it feels like actual death. She already gained Nellie's tracking power when she felt and watched him die. I've got to go." Jason shot Dick a glance at the rush of his words before scurrying off.
Batfever released a long breath she had been holding inside.
Dick had been in the middle of confessing to Jason about killing Jericho while the dark haired male still wanted to jump. He couldn't wrap his head around the whole thing. His eyes soon landed on the cape wearing crusader, "a new hero?"
"I am the new Batman sidekick, but why give the boy more of a reason to end his life? Besides, I am not the Jason Todd/Robin replacement. I work with the Bat, and we share feelings." Batfever went on to give the former detective a rant she had been holding in.
"What about Selina Kyle?" Dick furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He didn't buy her story for one minute. He stood, slowly going over to Batfever. He met her eyes, searching for mistrust.
"I'm not here to discuss my personal life or theirs. Just know that a threat has been in the Tower since day one. I didn't want to believe it to be him at first, but it's-" Batfever got half explanation from her mouth when all of a sudden; the woman went refalling from the roof.
The woman in black leather began to fall backwards like somebody had tugged her. Her heartbeat sped up while thinking of ways to save herself.
Dick watched in horror, throwing a gaze around the roof. He couldn't find the culprit, disheartening him. Save one, lose another.
