A/N: Alright, so I've managed to write this chapter because I've been working on it for the last few hours. That said, I hope everyone has a good week and morning if your reading this.

Overwatch is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. Batman: The Arkham Series is owned by Rocksteady, WB Games Montreal, Visceral Gaming and DC comics.

I own no character except Alex Terrell. The Arkham Knight will be OC, so he will not be Jason Todd or connected in anyway with Bruce Wayne or the Bat Family.

That said, Please Enjoy the Show!

Chapter 3: Borrowing for greater purpose Wayne Tower

(7 years later)

"So the plan is to enter via the service hatch in Old Gotham, use the Remote Hacking Device to enter security communication for cargo shipment vaults, take what we need and get out," Red Hood explained once more to his companion, who wore his full pilot suit and helmet.

7 years, seven long years of kicking, screaming, and bone-breaking, explosive years later, here they were. Right outside Wayne Tower.

Alex readied his handguns; similar to Red Hood's but without the custom red mark on them. He had spent the last few years training in stealth and close hand-to-hand combat, with major studies in weapons training and mastery of vehicles. "So while you're doing that, I'll enter via the roofing once Lucius Fox has left, and transfer money to the account 'Anonymous.' I get it right?" He asked, fixing up his grapple hook.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, don't reveal shit about me or you, and we'll be fine." Red snapped, before jumping down. Alex readied his mask, switching on his heat signature mode. He counted 4 snipers per patio walkway. He fired up his grapple, launching up to the towers gargoyles steadily.

Who knew Wayne had so much strange statues on his buildings.

Alex gripped the walkway, eyes following the slowly moving security guard. "Hey, you see what today was?" One asked on the comms.

"What?"

"Hear it was the anniversary of the Batman's death."

"Ha! Sucks to be him, never got to see who it was on T.V though!"

"Dude, its Bruce Wayne."

"What?!"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Yes!"

"Man, I got to get better cable." Alex groaned slightly, comms were useful but God people were annoying on them. Guess now he knows how Red Hood feels. Finally, the now older pilot jumped up, grabbed the guards collar, and tossing him over the edge. "Hey, are you there? Patio 3, respond."

"All too easy," Alex grinned, jumping to the next patio.

Meanwhile, International parts and service Vault 1

Inside the tower, more importantly the underground level, Red Hood moved across the large chamber. The chamber was huge, with three levels that outlined the center open room. The center had large walls and gargoyles, with several guards and a minigunner at the far vault door. "Alright, this should be easy." He whispered, activating his Detective Mode. 5 men and 1 brute, plus the minigunner made up 7. "Big guys first, short guys later."

The room was shaped like an 8, with openings and multiple grapple points all around. Red grapple front gargoyle to gargoyle, pushing towards the last above the minigunner. "Listen up! Mr. Fox wants these military parts under lock and key, no one gets in or out unless it's him or us!" The Minigunner ordered, checking his large minigun. "Augh!"

The larger man groaned as Red Hood jumped down onto him, landing behind him and taking his neck. "Sleep tight," Red whispered, breaking the man's neck. The minigun, sadly, fell with a loud bang that echoed through the chamber.

"You hear that? Our minigunner down, get over here!" A guard yelled, rushing to his fallen comrade as Red grappled up.

"Where?!" Another snapped.

"By the vault door, he's dead!" The guard before reported, loading his smaller rifle. "Spread out, stay in pairs!"

Red Hood couldn't help but smile, they really did like to use his Arkham Knight tactics. Sadly, Red Hood knew ways around them, so did Batman when he fought. Red Hood grapple down, forcing the grates open to allow access. He crawled through steadily, following the vents to the front entrance. At the front was 4 guys, one of which was the brute with a shield. This will be fun, Red thought to himself, loading his handguns. "I see something in the floor!" A guard yelled, before Red kicked the grate open. "What the hell?!"

He launched himself into the air, slamming his feet into the taller of the 3's skull with a loud crack. He fired a round of bullets to a guard, before tossing multiple throwing stars at another guard. The last guard tried to charge at him, but Red Hood jumped over him, firing into his back. "Hello? Anyone there, respond! Dammit!" The last guard groaned in fear, his rifle shaking in his gloved hands. This was certainly not what he signed up for. "Where is every- Augh!"

Red crashed the butt of his handgun onto the last guard, sending him to the floor. "I want in to the vault doors, give me the code!" Red ordered, pulling the now conscious guard up by the collar.

"No way, I won't do it!" The guard was hit by the barrel of Red Hood's handgun, before a bullet was shot into his shoulder blade. He screamed, and Red Hood's eyes twitched underneath his mask. Bruce really needed better security.

"Talk. Or the other arm goes along with your head." Red growled, raising the barrel to the guard's wide and watery eye.

"O-Okay, okay! I'll tell, I'll tell please don't kill me!" The guard cried out, pulling out a red and black key card with multiple numbers on it.

"Thanks," Red Hood thank, before kicking the guard down. No witnesses, he thought to himself, firing a bullet into the man's skull when he looked back up. Killing people, especially when they had families and children for feed, sucked for Red Hood it really did.

It reminded him a lot of his parents who lived on the streets with him, but then the memories of his father trying to sell him to the Falcone's when he was a baby resurfaced, so he had a real excuse.

Outside Wayne Tower

"ACCESS GRANTED." The Remote Hacking Device reported, and Alex looked up to see the towers metal gates slide up. Inside were two guys, with an extra one wielding a riot shield.

"Damn, riot shield guys." Alex groaned silently, rubbing some of the fog from the masks eye piece. "How was it that Jason showed me how to do it?"

Flashback

"Alright, the trick to getting past a riot shield guy is to use momentum to throw them off." Red stated, walking in front of Alex. In his hands was a riot shield, or rather a ripple of car door, with Alex in a tight black training shirt and shorts. Wasn't exactly training gear, but it did get the job done. "Now, try to hit me with the shield and I'll show you the trick to it."

"Alright," Alex said, rushing forward to his Red Hood. Red ran forward, jumping onto the shield for a split second. Red shifted his foot to kick the shield out of Alex's hands, before kneeing him in the chest to the floor. "Agh, of God that hurts..."

"That's the point, Alex. It means the training is working." Red grunted, pulling up the now in pain Alex. "Shake it off, we're going to do the Brute takedown move next."

End Flashback

Alex shivered at that memory, before shaking it off. Money for Red Hood first, horrible training memories later. Alex walked through the glass door, making a guard turn to see him. "God, I swear if you're complaining about the rain, I'm gonna- What the hell?! Its Red Hood's sidekick!" The guard cried out, lifting his rifle.

"I AM NOT!" Alex fired a bullet at the guard, jumping at him and breaking his arm before the trigger was pulled. "RED HOOD'S!" He looked up to the other two, firing multiple shots from the earlier guard's rifle. "SIDEKICK!"

Alex tossed the injured guard forward, rushing forward with his two handguns. He kicked the riot shield to the side, barely shooting the guards head as he did. He looked to see the other guard rushing out the cylinder room, but he managed to pull him back with his grapple hook. "I'm his partner." He finished, smashing his foot to the guards head with a crack. He looked to his back, looking to a see a large wooden desk and computer. "Alright, let's hope this works."

Alex sat into the chair, typing in multiple codes and passwords into the computer. "ACCESS GRANTED." The computer reported, opening to all of Bruce Wayne's last logs. One of which, just so happened to be his bank account. "LOCAL CONNECTION RECOGNIZED.

PASSWORD ACCEPTED, TRANSFER INITIATED.

FROM ANONYMOUS ******* ACCOUNT #: CAVE1939-20-09

TO ANONYMOUS R3D H00D ACCOUNT #:PATCH1980-20-13

$ 529,867,318.99"

"Alright, that should do it." Alex stated, bringing a finger to his pilot mask side. "Jason, it's done. The moneys been transferred."

"Awesome job, little brother. I just got through the vault door, they have a whole 18 wheeler full of jet parts and a well I'm placing in." Red Hood stated to his now 'adopted' brother, placing another part which he recognized as a jet display glass into the truck. "Anything specific you want?"

"Radio parts, physical weapon systems I can put onto the Redstream, and anything else that looks important to Wayne Enterprises." Alex reported, unplugging the PC from the table. He walked out and onto the patio, before tossing the PC off the hundred foot tower. "Take the truck to Wonder Tower, I'll meet you there."

"Got it." Red replied, turning the keys to the larger truck. The lights came to life as the driver side door closed, and instantly the 18 wheeler took off. Wayne Enterprises was very paranoid when it came to deliveries in Gotham, so they had 18 wheelers built like armored trucks. The truck easily broke through the large metal gate in the lower belly of Wayne Tower, and the duo made their own getaways to their base.

Wonder Tower, Arkham City

Alex sat inside the Redstream, the teleporting jet painted with red outlines on its original silver hull. The Red Hood symbol was painted over the old Overwatch logo, a symbol to show this vigilante did not work for no 'hero organization' as he'd explained. Alex still wondered, though, did anyone from Overwatch really look for them? As far as he knew, this jet only teleported with the slight help of time travel, not full blown go back in time type stuff. He pondered more one Overwatch, and wondered if Lena was still alive.

She vanished, but she was alive when she did. He only prayed she wasn't killed afterwards though.

Alex had to admit though, Red Hood honestly thought he was insane as his story. It's not every day when you meet someone from the possible future or another time dimension. Then again, it's not every day you get to meet the Red Hood, masked vigilante finishing off Gotham's most wanted criminals for peace.

Alex looked around, glancing at some of the more important pieces they'd managed to take from LexCorp. More specifically, parts for the Teleportation Matrix and main engine. How Lex Luthor managed to build this stuff on time was beyond Alex, but never the less he 'borrowed with reason.'

He heard the elevator coming up, and looked to see Red Hood wheeling in two carts with many large and small parts for the Redstream. "Alright, you got the money and I got the parts. Now all I need to do it repair the jet, then I'll be set." Alex stated, walking towards Red Hood. He seemed silent, and very distant from what Alex had said. "Hey, Jason? You alright, man?"

"Yeah, I am. Don't worry about me, little brother." Red Hood didn't say it, but he honestly didn't want to let Alex leave. He'd surprisingly got a feeling to protect him like family, a feeling that grew over the past few years in training. He didn't know why, Jason obviously knew not to get emotionally connected with others family or not, so he didn't know why this came up suddenly.

He knew not to get involved a lot in civilians lives, he learned that much from Wayne, but he couldn't help but feel a connection with them. They acted a lot like siblings, so that may have been the reason. "Well, I heard over the radio that Black Mask is selling guns to the Penguin's goons near Founder's Island want to hit that place hard?" Alex asked, raising his handguns.

"No, let me take a shot at this one. I've been meaning to get back at Sionis for a while," Red Hood answered, cracking his knuckles. Roman Sionis was one of the few along with other criminals to 'celebrate,' as Joker stated, the months he'd been at Arkham. Fucking prodded him with a taser rod multiple times. "You said near Founder's Island, right? I'll search around there, call you if I need help."

"Got it," Alex said, turning to the jet in need of repair. He'd start off with the basics, fix the display case, radio, and controls then work his way down. He only hoped these parts would hold the jet in one piece. "Alright, let's get started."

Meanwhile, Founder's Island district

Meanwhile, in a under construction apartment building, Black Mask and Penguin's men were reviewing the weapons Roman Sionis, otherwise the Black Mask, had delivered to Cobblepot. And by God, he did not mess around when he said they were military grade weapons, fresh off the market.

"Black Mask says these weapons are top of the line military, huh? Let's see what we got." A Penguin goon looked down at his fully loaded auto rifle, checking the additions and other attachable pieces. "Not bad, let's just these last against any Bat freak who tries to go after us.

"What, you think Black Mask's a liar?" A Black Mask goon, wearing a black suit and black mask growled out.

"Hey, chill man. I'm just saying."

From above the glass ceiling, Red Hood suddenly jumped down and atop one of the men. He looked up to them, 8 right now probably more during the fight. "I got a hint for you all: Run." He stated, readying his handguns.