Are we still Heroes?

by SpaceTime1969

Marinette is alone and hurting, her partner is gone, and now the Kwami have taken her all the way across the ocean to Gotham City, where she crashes into the back of the infamous Red Hood, the 19-year-old once vigilante now crime lord. Written for the Jasonette July 2022 calendar event

1. Aim

Jason had just got back from patrol, it'd been pretty quiet, he hadn't seen any of the bats, and the other gangs were staying out of his territory. He'd just roughed up a couple of a-holes who were making the working girls uncomfortable, stopped by to check on some street kids, just made his presence known.

He pushed open the window to his current safe house, a hand on one of his guns. His eyes scanned the room, from his little kitchenette, to the mattress in the corner, and back. He walked into the bathroom, checking it over for anything that might suggest someone might've found him. After going through and checking the other room a second time, this time taking the time to open various drawers and cupboards for any hidden surprises, he let his hand fall from the gun at his hip.

He moved into the kitchenette and puled off his helmet, setting it on the small table. With just the domino mask still on, he begins to unload the rest of his gear onto the table, checking each piece over and making sure everything was in perfect condition. He then walked over to the hot plate and put a pot of water on to boil. Pulling a packet of ramen down from the cupboard and throwing it into the pot once it started boiling.

He had moved back to the table when there was a woosh and a body hit his back, knocking down into the table. Grabbing the first thing his hand landed on, a knife, he threw the person on his back off and slashed out at their stomach. It didn't seem to do anything as the blade just glanced of the suit they were wearing. "Tu viens de me poignarder?"

"What?" He grabs his gun and points it at her.

"Dis-moi qui tu es maintenant, ou je te tire dessus!" He said, ordering her to tell him who she was, aiming his gun at her to make it clear that he wasn't bluffing about his threat to shoot her. She glanced at the door quickly, looking between it and him.

"Don't" he warned. She didn't listen and sprinted to the door. He fired, but she dived and yanked the door open, the bullet just missing her. He chased her out into the hall, up the stairs and on to the roof, only for her to jump off and swing away, leaving him stuck on the roof with his grapple gun still on the table downstairs.