The Red
Disclaimer: I don't own young justice though now that I think about it I kinda own this version of red hood that has yet to have name. Any suggestion? Something dark and creepy.
A/N: well I'm writing this literally right after I finished chapter one so I have no clue what type of feedback I'm gonna get. Anyways I really want to make a longer chapter and add some romance (I am sorry there will be no spitfire because it is my personal opion that Artemis is a bitch). There might be Batgirl x Robin because I've been reading A LOT of Nightwing and those two are frickin adorable together (though I love kf x rob but it doesn't suit this story) anyways onward…
Chapter two
A tall figure clad in leather and a long black cloak. Hidden beneath the hood if a full face red mask with slits for eyes. He stand on the roof top of a hide out well known to Scarecrow and on cue to ghoulish villain appears.
"Do you have the money," Scarecrow asks.
"Do you have the gas," the red one asks. Scarecrow nods. The red reviles a briefcase full of money which he slides across the roof. Scarecrow returns by sending over a case of Scarecrows infamous fear gas. Under his mask the red smirks.
"Oh the fun I will have with this," the man muses. "For the bat and his bird this will be a…unpleasant ride." He turns with the case leaving with a low laughs.
Bruce looks over at Dick. The boy is asleep in one of the high backed chairs of the bat cave. Several hours before Bruce had draped his cape over his son… yes…his son for sure, he has never loved Dick as anything else. He can't help but smile at the site of the boy like this, it reminds Bruce of when he was a child well in Bruce's mind Dick still his child.
"Perhaps you should retire and move Master Richard to a more comfortable place," Alfred says entering the cave. "He does have school tomorrow."
"Ah shit school," Bruce grumbles. "Maybe I'll give him a day off. We're going to be busy soon enough."
"I'm sure Master Richard would deeply aspirate that," Alfred notes. Bruce tries to stifle a yawn but fails. Defeated he stands up from the bat computer. He picks up the thirteen year old still wrapped in his cape up from the cave to his room. Bruce tucks his son in and gives a slightly warn smile and pulls up the desk chair and sits by the boys bed.
Maybe it's a slight fear of what he saw, that horrid blood mess. Whatever created it he was going to face with Dick by his side. Half of Bruce wants to lock Dick up until this is over but he knows full well he couldn't if he tried.
The Dark Knight spent the rest of the night at his son's side.
Dick leaps across the roofs of Gotham feeling fully refreshed. A day off from school, hanging out with Bruce and eating Alfred's world famous cookie (you know he has them) will do that to you. Batman is not far behind him. They stop at one of the highest points of Gotham and look down over their city. It seems so peaceful, nothing new at all. Most of the big baddies are looked away in arkham and then ones that aren't have been fairly inactive. It doesn't seem like a new threat is rising and other then a warehouse there is no proof.
"What do you think Batman," Robin asks.
"Nothing," Batman grumbles. "None of the usual snitches are talking. No one seems to know anything."
"Maybe it's just a trick," Robin offers. "Some other criminals using it to through us off their tail."
"Good theory," Batman says. "But it seems like a lot of trouble for some common thug."
"True," Robin says nodding his head in agreement. They remain in silence for a few moments before voices bellow draw the pair's attention. They look across the city to an old building with people entering, familiar people.
"Are they…," Robin questioned.
"The major traffics of Gotham," Batman finishes. "It appears so."
"So what could they be up to," Robin asks with his cheeky grin.
"Nothing good," Batman says. "Let's go!"
"This is unforgivable," Marko, lord of weapons dealing in Gotham, shouts across the table where the traffickers all sit. It is directed at no one but accusing at all.
"One of you must have hit my guys," the man rages.
"Oh shut it Marko," Courtney Brash, leader in human trafficking snaps. "What do any of us have to gain by that? Do you think we really need another war going on? We've got enough trouble with the Bat!"
"So who," Simon, boss of drugs in general demands. "Who gains from this?"
"Oh no one who gives a shit about you people," an unfamiliar voice says. The table of bosses turns to the crumbling rafters of the building where the man in the red mask is standing.
"Who the fuck are you," Marko demands.
"I am a thorn in you scumbags side," the red mask says. "And you are pawns in my game."
"Like hell," Marko screams and whips out a sub machine gun and lets fire. The red mask flips off the rafters and slams his feet into Marko's chest.
"You think it's that easy," he smirks though you can't tell. "I mean—GAHK." Red hood lets out a cry when a bataranng slams into his shoulder.
"About time," the man looks up at Batman and Robin standing in the high window of the building.
"So you're red hood," Robin asks. "I'm totally not whelmed."
"Well that hardly matters to me," Red hood says. "As long I finally got your attention..." Red hood whips out grenades and sends them sailing at the dynamic duo. Batman shots his grapple and grabs Robin with him as the swing down. The explosion sends s brick and glass everywhere. The traffic lords scatter like roaches.
"Oh you're quick," Red hood says.
"What do you want," Robin demands. "What do you gain b attacking us?" Red hood throws his head back in laughter.
"I gain everything," he cackles and throws down vials and they shatter sending gas into the air. "And when you're gone, Gotham will be mine!" Batman tries to cover his mouth and nose with his cape but the gas has already seeped into his air ways. He turns to the side to see Robin coughing, choking on the gas. Batman can feel himself fading but at the last moment he reaches to Robin and pulls him to him and a moment later conscious fades…