A/N: Just a few days after Tim has been returned to the family, Samantha is having nightmares about Jason and Tim. It was only days before that Samantha had learned the Wayne Family Secret and the meaning of Night Work. Can she reconcile this in her own heart?Scarlet Fever. This chapter is rated T+ for Jason's language.
Part 11: Lives at Stake
Red Hood sped through the streets of Gotham. Since Samantha had opened their awareness to communicate in other ways, Jason was trying to sense where Sasha could be. He suddenly became aware of his wife's distress. Sasha was in pain. Following that, Jason knew where he was supposed to go. He sped down a familiar street and realized he was in Black Mask's old territory. His hatred blazed like a fire brand.
'I'm going to kill every single last one of these fuckers.'
After he parked his motorcycle out of sight, Red Hood pulled his guns out and kicked the door in and headed through the building. The Joker went to knock on the office door. "Oh boys! I think play time is over! Hahahahaha our friend has arrived!" Scarlet was crying. It was just too much of a reminder of when she was a prisoner of Professor Pig. She curled on her side. 'Why did I do this?' She questioned. 'Why did I even think I could take on the Joker? Now Jason could get killed because I had to let anger get the better of me.' Red Hood took down anyone who got in his way, saving his bullets for the Joker. He was angry and hurt, hurt that he was pushed to go to the limit when he knew he was trying to stop. Red Hood grabbed the nearest dirt bag and pinned him to the wall. "There's a woman that snuck in here, where the hell is she?" Red Hood squeezed his neck. "Better yet. where's the Joker?" ^J-J-Jason . . . ^ Red Hood sensed the trembling fear of his wife through the link they shared. ^Sasha, where are you?^ The man in his death grip looked scared. He ended him by crushing his throat. ^In . . . Here . . . They . . . Raped . . .me . . .^ Scarlet cried. ^My . . . My babies . . . ^ She wanted Jason to hold her, to take her home. 'I should not have come.' She was regretting her actions big time. She had allowed her anger to fuel her actions. Scarlet became afraid that she might have led Jason into a trap. Not only that, she felt something tear inside. Jason's anger intensified. He saw two men exit a room near the back straightening their pants. "You sons of bitches!" He pulled out his guns and started shooting as he rushed forward. The bullets manage to hit them. Both men collapsed against the wall. One in the knee cap while the other hit dead center in his head. He walked up to the one still living and pulled out his blade. Holding it up. "You raped a woman in there," He growled out. If there was anything he hated in all this world was the raping of a woman or young girl. For him it was a capital offense. He felt that way ever since Gloria Stanton had been raped by Felipe Garzonas, son of Ambassador Jose Garzonas of Bogatago. She committed suicide because of Felipe. And in turn he went to see the bastard. It was also the first time he killed a man and the first time he ever lied to Batman.
"She liked it! Hahaha," The remaining thug spat out, but regretted it. "No...No i'm sorry...don't kill me...please!" The man could see the cold, smoldering hatred in Red Hood's eye through the crack in the red helmet.
"Too late." Red Hood slammed the blade into his chest and twisted. He pulled the blade out and wiping the blade on my pants. He went into the room to see Sasha on her side crying. "I-I-I'm sorry . . . I . . . I should have . . . Listened." Red Hood walked over to her and gently picked her up. He wanted to leave right then and there. Scarlet was crying very hard on his shoulder and kept saying how sorry she was. Red Hood really didn't have too much to say. He wanted that fucking clowns head, for hurting his brother and now his wife. He wanted to blow his brains out of the back of his fucking head.
"Hoodie! Glad you could make it. I'm sure my guys kept your lady friend busy. AHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Red Hood sat Scarlet down and handed her a gun. She knew what to do. Red Hood stood straight up and faced the damned purple menace. "I'm here. I'm all right here. Give me your best." Scarlet held onto Jason's gun, but she was shaking so badly, she didn't know if she could aim it. Red Hood rushed the Joker, slamming the clown prince of crime into the wall. He was laughing the entire time. Red Hood kept punching on him, making him bleed. Every punch was filled with hatred.
'He let those fuckers rape my wife. My poor brother got beat by him.' Red Hood continued to beat on the Joker until he let him fall to the ground. Red Hood kicked at his ribs stomping on his chest. He wanted him to die. 'Fuck the gun I gave Sasha, I'm going to snap his neck myself.' Red Hood knelt down on top of him and wrapped my hands around the clown's pale neck. "STOP! STOP!" Scarlet suddenly didn't like what Jason was becoming. There was so much hatred in him. Sasha could sense that Jason's aura was almost black. It was not only scaring her, it was scaring their twins. She could sense their fear through the link. Red Hood didn't hear Sasha. He couldn't. He didn't want to. Rage blinded him and he squeezed harder. "You damned clown...fuck you."
"That's...*cough cough* it kid. Snap my neck," the Joker taunted. ^PLEASE JASON . . . OUR CHILDREN!^ Red Hood spotted a window. He punched the Joker again and pulled him to his feet. His face was bloody, jaw was broken, his breathing was labored. He roughly dragged the clown to the window, his grip tighter than usual. "I'm going to kill you," his voice stone cold. "NO!" Scarlet started to cramp. 'NO! I can't lose them. I can't!' She curled herself into a ball. ^JASON . . . THE BABIES!^ Jason could sense pain, but it wasn't coming from him. He suddenly dropped the clown and backed away slowly and went back to Sasha.. He was breathing heavily and his knuckles were sore. "Sasha." He knelt down in front of her, not caring that he spoke her actual identity out loud. "Get me home . . .Samantha . . . Hurry!" Scarlet pleaded. Red Hood I picked her up and headed back to the cycle. She was clutching her stomach* Hold on honey...hold on. *I sat her on the motorcycle in front of me and I sped back to the cave Continued with Part 13