"Hello there, Wayne Jr."
Jason Todd, also known as Red Hood. He slipped into the shadows after the Regime started cleaning the streets for him. Seems he wasn't happy to know that.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just coming to say hello to Bruce's little pup", Jason leaned against the door of my cell, crossing his arms.
Clenching my fists, I tried to calm down instead of starting a fight with him.
"Let's see if you can guess it yourself"
"Nah, I have better thing to talk with you about."
"Like what?"
"Grouping up?"
I stopped. Grouping up?
"Dude, right now grouping up won't be a good idea", I tried to reason with him, even though... it sounded kind of tempting.
"C'mon, Jr., think about it! Look, I can tell you one thing, I saw you in action, I did, and you were freakin' awesome! The way you teach all the pricks what needs to be done... Boy, you got a potential!"
"Thanks, I'm flattered", I said cynically.
"Huh, and I thought you'd like it...", he raised his back and started walking away, "Gotta say, I thought you'll like it. Roaming around free, kicking criminal asses...", he stopped for a second, turning to me, "...showing your Daddy who's the boss...".
I gave him a glare. "Bruce isn't my father anymore".
"Whatever, Jr."
Even though I tried my best to look like I don't give a shit, I have to say... Grouping up with Red Hood and show Batman I know what I'm doing? What I did? It was intriguing. Maybe it is a good idea.
"Well, I'm off now. I haven't broke someone's arm for few minutes, so see you next time", he began walking away, waving to me.
"Wait."
He stopped, turning to me.
"What is it?"
"I... I want to join you. I want to help you against Batman."
Red Hood chuckled underneath his mask. "That's what I waited to hear...", he walked to one of the unconscience guards, picking up his keys. He walked to my cell, whistling, and opened the cell door.
"Hurry up, before the guards knows something's wrong!", I tried to hurry him.
"No worries Jr., everything's gonna be-"
Just when he was about to finish the line, the security alarm turned on.
"O...K... Maybe I was guessing too quickly.", he muttered, opening the door.
I headed out of the cell, hearing the guards coming.
"Ready to bust your way outta here?", Jason asked me.
I gave him a smile. "More than ever...".
As the guards came in, both me and him engaged into battle. It was pretty hard without my escrima sticks, but I guess we'll find those later.
I managed to take a glimpse at Jason grabbing a guard, looking at me. "Jr.! Heads up!", he cried, throwing the guard to me. I managed to kick him away and out of my way.
I have no idea how long it took untill we managed to beat all of them, but finally the wave of guards heading inside has stopped.
Jason streched his arms, relieved, "I thought they'll never learn their lesson". He then caught something in his sight.
"Hey, Jr.! Check it out!", he saw one of the guards having... No. No way.
"Are they THAT stupid?", I asked myself. Retorically, off course.
Jason crouched to the guard, amused, picking up my escrima stick on his belt. He laughed with amusement. "Guess so!", he replied, throwing the sticks to me.
Grabbing them never felt this good.
"C'mon, let's-"
"Wait!"
Both me and Jason turned our heads to Hawkgirl, looking at us.
"Whattya want, Feathers?", Jason asked lazily.
Hawkgirl ignored him, looking at me. "Damian, don't be stupid! That guy's up to something! You know that!".
"What the hell are you taliking about?"
"It's the Red Hood! He alwaysplans something!", she slammed her fist at the bars of her cell's door.
I looked at Jason. Then back at her.
"C'mon, Jr. Let's get outta here!", Jason pointed at the exit, slightly irritated.
Godamnit, what should I do?!
"The guards are coming! We gotta get out, now!"
Deseperate, I looked at Hawkgirl, thinking if I should let her join us.
"Damian, get me out of here! I saved your ass too many times, now save mine!"
Without realising what I'm doing, I followed after Jason, leaving Hawkgirl behined, screaming at me.
"Damian! You backstabbing bastard, get me out of here, now! Don't leave me here! Don't do what you did to your father!"
After getting my outfit back, Red Hood led me to my bike, in the filthy garage behined the prison.
"Looks fine. A bit rusty, but...", he shrugged.
I laid my hand on my bike, strucking it like it was my pet. "It's fine. Really...".
"Good!", Jason went on his bike, turning it on. After doing the same, both of us drove away