Fight Club: Gotham City

I am Jason Todd's utterly dull life.

Every night is the same thing. I infiltrate dangerous gangs, take down drug operations, HELL, I even break Bruce's golden rule if I think this planet is better off without the scum. For most people this would be a rather exciting life, but for me every night becomes the exact same as the last. There's no more rush. Sometimes I don't even know what day it is. A capture here, a kill there, blah blah blah.

I couldn't shake the boredom. The rush was completely gone. My brain couldn't stop trying to figure out where my next thrill was going to come from. In fact, I thought about it so damn much that I couldn't even get sleep.

I am Jason Todd's insomnia.

No matter what I did for a thrill I couldn't sleep. My days and nights were all blending into one. Is that Penguin's goon showing up to get his latest Drop fix- It must be Friday night.

Why do these guys keep coming out of the woodwork? I have set plenty of examples of what I will do to you if I catch you, yet they keep crawling out of the gutter, like a bunch of cockroaches. Is it the city itself? Or is there something greater at play here? Perhaps it's the minimum wage bullshit jobs and the crappy benefits. Maybe it's the lack of parental guidance. Either way, they keep springing up. This town needs an enema!

I am Jason Todd's cruel sense of humor.

Since I can't sleep I guess I will just have to mess with Penguin's goon, just as his Drop high is kicking in. This should be fun.

Just as the goon tries to get into the car I swoop down, putting my arms around his neck in a headlock, and then I ascend into the air with him, choking him stories high like a hangman's rope. I can hear him gurgle as he struggles to breathe.

I drop him, allowing him to fall onto the rooftop of an abandoned building in the Narrows. He catches his breath. He then looks around to see where I'm at, but he doesn't know.

He tries to make it to the door that would lead him down into the building, but I surprise him as he opens the door. I'm behind it.

POW! I punch him square in the nose, causing blood to splatter onto my already red mask. I didn't hit him hard enough to knock him out, just hard enough to break something, but the night is still young.

I am Jason Todd's endless rage.

The goon stands back up and tries to find me again. I sneak up from behind and swipe my knife blade across his calf. He falls to the ground in pain, holding his leg as if it's about to fall off, blood now spurting out from two places. Normally by now they are crying, asking me WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? But this goon hasn't done that. It's almost as if he knows his fate is sealed. He stands there with his arms up as if he is Jesus Christ hanging on the cross, dying for our sins. I'm happy to be obliged.

I kick him through a skylight, causing him to crash all the way down to the floor, ten stories down. I can see the blood oozing from his cranium. He's dead.

I look down on the ground near the skylight. The goon must have dropped his Drop stash after I kicked him. I picked it up and studied it. These weren't normal Drops. These were different. That must be why the goon never cried out. These were definitely new.

I am Jason Todd's curiosity.

Perhaps I should try them. It probably wouldn't make me high, but it might help me sleep. At this point what does it matter?

So I took one. Hell. I took two! Believe it or not, I actually started to feel sleepy. Two wasn't quite enough to do the trick, so I slammed the whole bag. There must have been at least ten Drops in the bag, but I took them all.

AND I FINALLY SLEPT!

I woke up on a passenger plane heading to Chicago. What the hell am I doing here? How did I get into these clothes? I wasn't wearing my Red Hood outfit anymore.

After the plane landed, and I made my way out of the airport, a car pulled up next to me.

"Hey! Are you Jason Todd?"

I didn't know this guy from Adam. How he knew my name was beyond me.

"Get in the car! I got the stuff you wanted!"

Stuff? What stuff? I thought. I'm still trying to figure out how I got on a plane. Now I have this cab driver telling me he has the stuff I wanted.

I got in the car. The strange cabby then drives to a deserted part of the city and pulls over.

"Check it out man!" The cabby yells, tossing a bag of Drops on my lap. They look somewhat similar to what I took on the rooftop.

"This shit is the beez neez yo!"

He then drives me to a hotel.

I made it up to my room.

I take the Drops.

I fall asleep.

I woke up in the middle of a bar fight. I am bloodier than hell. How did I get here? I was just in a hotel room.

POW! The big baldheaded biker punches me in the jaw, knocking me off balance, but I stay on my feet.

What the hell is going on here? Have I been awake this whole time and not been aware of it, living some other personality. Apparently, based on my appearance in the mirror, this personality can't fight for shit.

The biker tries coming at me again, but this time I grab his arm and twist it behind his back, and in one swift blow I smash his head downward into a solid wooden table, splitting the table in half and knocking him out instantly.

The other bikers begin cheering. What the fuck are they cheering about? I just cracked their friend's skull into a hard table.

Everytime I woke up I was in another city and I didn't know how I got there. I must be on a wild trip from the newly developed Drops that I've been taking. Or maybe I'm dead and this is purgatory.

This time I woke up in a basement below a bar. Several men are standing around. A man by the name of Tyler Durden begins to speak.

"Gentlemen! Welcome to Fight Club! The first rule of Fight Club; you do not talk about Fight Club!

The second rule of Fight Club; YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!

The third rule about Fight Club; if someone yells stop, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over!

The fourth rule about Fight Club; there are only two guys per fight.

Fifth rule; only one fight at a time, fellas.

Sixth rule; no shirt, no shoes.

Seventh rule; fights will go on as long as they have to.

And the eighth and final rule; if this is your first night at Fight Club, you HAVE to fight!"