Ch.68: Shooting Range

POW!

Danny looked between Jason, who was putting another cartridge in his gun, and the pistol in his hands. "Uh… Jacey… I know you like guns but-"

Click, click.

POW!

"-Brucie doesn't like them. Should I be using this?" Danny asked, tilting his head to the side. Jason, putting his own pistol down, sighed and turned to his brother. "I'm aware Bruce doesn't like guns. I'm doing this for you though."

"I-I don't understand." The nine-year-old said uncertainly.

Jason kneeled down next to Danny, ignoring the gunshots he heard from the other shooters. "Frankly, I don't want you to learn how to use a gun. You're too cute for firearms, Rae-Rae. I'm only teaching you in case you ever need to use a gun."

"When would I need to use a gun?" Danny asked, staring up at Jason with curiosity. The anti-hero shrugged. "I have no idea, Baby Bird. Hopefully never. Teaching you is more of a failsafe than anything else."

Danny cast his eyes to the gun resting in his hands. "Did you teach anyone else?"

Jason got back up from the ground and cocked his gun. He aimed at the target and shot.

POW!

"Yeah. I taught Tim, Dami, Cass, and Stephanie. But Bruce doesn't know so don't tell him I said that." Jason instructed.

"But doesn't Brucie have a right to know?"

"Uh… Yes but I don't wanna die (again) so don't tell him, please?"

"Fine…"

Jason smiled and waved Danny over. The child complied, willingly enough. The older of the two taught the younger how to load, how to aim, and how to shoot. With the basic instruction and a few carefully worded tips, Danny could at least shoot the target near its middle by the end of the day.

"The range is closing and I said I'd have you back at the mansion by eight. Without Bruce seeing us on the news earlier beforehand." Jason commented, looking at his watch which showed it to be 7:30. Danny looked at the pistol still in his hands. "What do I do with this?"

Jason took the pistol and placed it in one of his holsters. He put his own pistol in the other. "They're mine. Don't worry about it."

Danny shrugged.

The two walked out, Danny eagerly taking his older brother's hand and Jason having enough of a heart to not let go. The older 'responsible' adult put Danny in front of him on his bike (the motorcycle worried Bruce so much). The older boy gave Danny a small helmet before putting on his own.

The com Jason had installed in his helmet told him Joker had escaped Arkham.

Danny, who had enhanced hearing, blanched. "Oh no…"

Jason started up the bike. "Oh yes."

Red Hood dusted off his hands, ignoring the flames behind him, while Danny continued to press his hands to his face. He moved his finger aside to see out and mumbled "Is it over?"

The anti-hero nodded, kicking the back of Joker's head just because he could. "It's over."

A streetlamp groaned before it fell behind them with a loud crash.

…

"Ok, now it's over." Red Hood said and looked at his watch. "It's 8:45 and I have broken both of my promises to the big guy… I am smart."

"That's not the word I would use."

"Ah, shut up, you little twerp."

Kadzait: You really wanted to foreshadow, didn't ya?

HA-HA-HO, SO MUCH. Foreshadow what though...? Well... Just remember the phrase "The One Shot" and it will all be made clear eventually. Can't say when though. Responses to reviews on next chapter.