Sometimes there's a clue to the present to the past – Bruce Wayne (New Earth
Sasha Todd aka Scarlet, the Red Hood's temporary sidekick was debating whether or not to bash Blondie's head in. So far, in the span of the ten minutes since she had called Jason, he had propositioned her twice, made multiple lewd comments and had groped her ass. The last one had caused her to hit him over the head so hard that the bat bent itself out of shape, which pissed her off.
He's quite now, watching her warily, something that she appreciates. Finally, after a moment, he asks, "Who'd you call?"
"My pseudo-brother- Jason Todd."
Blondie's eyes widened. "Bloody hell, him?
"Yeah," Sasha said, narrowing her eyes, "why, owe him money?"
Blondie just starts laughing. Sasha prays that Jason will get his sorry fucking ass here soon.
(^^)
Jason, at the moment, had other problems. He'd been pulled over.
"You were going over twenty miles the speed limit." The cop said pompously. Jason clenched his jaw.
"On an empty highway," Jason pointed out sourly, "A very empty highway. I think I see tumbleweed."
The cop grimaced and let him go without a ticket. Jason beamed at him and rumbled down the empty highway at a significantly slower pace. The weather was hot and dry, and Jason quickly grew irritated with it, pulling off at the next diner. He steadied his bike, and entered Rikers. He smirked at the waitress. "Table for one, please."
The waitress took in his dust-stained outfit, and the slight imprint of weaponry on his person, and gave him a booth by the window where he could see his bike. His phone buzzed with a text message.
From: Asshole
I told you so. Dickie-wickie been spotted three miles outside of Canada- think he's trying to lure you that way. Think you should stick near Singer's place to keep the pressure up.
To: Asshole
Maybe later, dickwad. Got shit I need to do.
From: Asshole
Was that permission to wreck some mayhem?
To: Asshole
Stay away from the tequila.
From: Asshole
Ooh, yes. Recommend you stay out of Northton, Ohio.
Jason shoots back an Ok and looks over the menu the waitress gives him. He orders a hamburger and fries, and chews slowly, grateful to be out of the heat. His phone buzzes again, an irate text from Babs, and he switches it to silent. He slurps his soda, watching the diner.
Eventually, he leaves.
The weather isn't any less hot, it is, as a matter of fact, even more broiling, but Jason reaches Sasha's apartment within a few short hours. She answers the door after the first knock, looking frazzled.
"Jesus Christ," Sasha curses, wrapping one hand around Jason's jacket, her red-hair sticking up every which way. "Get the fuck in here, Jason." She hauls him in.
Jason pauses at the sight of the blonde man. He's still laughing hysterically, and meets his gaze when Jason walks through the door.
"Well," Jason says after a moment, "what's an angel like you doing in a place like this? I was under the impression that us mud-monkey's were much to low to even be considered beneath your attention."
(^^)
Bobby Singer wants to know what the hell is going on. Gabriel has been acting shifty and irritated the last few days, and Castiel is gone a lot more than he used to be, and cranky to boot. Both Dean and Sam are on edge, thanks to Jason Todd.
Bobby ain't stupid. Jason hasn't been by the last few days- busy with that problem of his, Bobby reckons- but that don't mean that he won't come by soon. The older brother of his that Gabriel's wearing like a prom dress clearly means a lot to him. Bobby can't help but wonder what exactly Jason knows about what's going on, and which side he'd take.
He gets dragged from his thoughts by a loud bang and an even louder curse. He wheels himself over to the source of the noise, and sighs.
Sam and Dean had been wrestling, and one of them had knocked over a coffee table piled high with books. They look sheepishly up at him when he makes a noise.
"Uh, sorry Bobby," Sam said sheepishly, "I'll clean it up."
"And then you two are gonna get your sorry free-loading asses outta my house right? I hear there's a werewolf problem two towns over." Bobby arches an eyebrow. The Winchesters swallow and scramble up upstairs, Sam taking a few minutes to straighten up their mess.
Bobby sighs. He knows that Jason will pop up again in a few days, and right now all Bobby wants to do is take a nap and work the phones for a tad while figuring out the best way to keep Jason away.
He highly doubts that any of them will work, but balls, an old man gotta try right? Almost idly, he pulls a book titled Hellgates in Latin closer to himself, and flips through it.
(^^)
I think that Sasha requires some explanation. So, welcome to one of the few authors notes you'll very likely see.
Sasha Todd (because she isn't given a last name in canon) is a Russian immigrant that lives with her father during the time that Dick Grayson acts as Batman with Damian as his sidekick. Her father escapes from Batman and returns to the small apartment that she shares with him, yelling for her to pack up her stuff and get ready to leave. Her father is a small-time crook.
Unluckily, they were intercepted by Professor Pyg. Pyg manages to place her father under control with his Dollotron, but Sasha plays dead and he takes them both to his abandoned circus.
She manages to escape this with the help of Robin, but due to an interrupted plastic surgery performed by Pyg, she looks like one of his Dollotrons. She's traumatized, and escapes on her own after Robin had ditched her in favor of going after someone. Jason finds her after she arrives at the hospital, where he promises to give her a way to channel all of her rage.
And then begins the rise of Scarlet.
For the rest, read the comic.