Blood under The Red Hood (Batman x MHA: Izuku Midoriya was an orphaned Quirkless boy living on the streets after his went missing from being kidnapped. That was until his fateful encounter with the underground pro-hero Eraserhead, real name: Shota Aizawa. With a little pursuing he managed to convince the skilled pro to teach him how to be a hero without a Quirk. Izuku now lived in the hero school of UA with his new found family consisting of the UA Staff and his schoolmates, everything seemed like as it should be. But everything changed when a pursuit over a villain suspected to be related to Izuku's mother's kidnapping 6 years ago had caused Izuku to die on that snowy night in an explosion caused by said villain. 5 years had passed and the school of UA still mourned the loss of their student. However, things take a turn for the worst when a new villainous crime boss known as the Red Hood began to appear taking control over the weakened criminal underworld and uniting them to take back the streets of the night. Strangely worse, the mysterious new villain seems to have connections with the hero school of UA and a mysterious relation with the hero Eraserhead despite having never encountered. Specifically, his previous class of 1A 5 years ago. The as the mystery of the Red Hood begins to unravel; the past that haunts UA and Aizawa especially would come back and all parties involved will see blood. Inspired and based off Blood Under The Hood by AllSlayer) Aged-Up!Eri x Shinso
Author's Note: Actually, I have worked on a rough draft of this idea. If you can't tell it will be basically a retelling/fusion fic of the 2010 DC Animated "Batman: Under the Red Hood" Movie...enjoy!
Chapter 1 Death In The Family
There was chaos in the police station as men in police uniforms began pacing around the station preparing to move out. Meanwhile in an office, a man with the head of a cat in police attire was standing in front of a normal appearing man in a trenchcoat. The cat man was saying something to the detective but only one line mattered and it made their blood run cold, "...and… he has the boy…" Said detective eyes went wide open and dropped the glass of whiskey in his hand. He quickly picked up the phone on his desk and placed it on his ear. "Get me a line to Eraser Head!"
….
*TWACK!* *SHWACK!* *KRUNCH!*
Pain….all he could feel was pain….everything hurt from his head to his legs, from his aching jaw to his broken ribs. His vision was all blurry as fresh blood dripped to the ground he was lying on. His arms were numb as if whatever strength he had left to struggle was beaten out of him, which it was. Either way it wouldn't have helped much, his hands were tied behind his back and his utility belt with his tools were thrown far across the room. He lifts his head, his breath heavy and loud as he coughed up some bile with a bit of blood onto the ground while struggling to even get up to sit. He can't give up like this, he's supposed to be a hero and heroes don't give up!
He mentally yelled at himself to get up, forcing his arms to obey him and ignore the throbbing pain in his face and body. Finally managing to sloppily sit up straight as he weakly glared at his assailant. "Is…that…all…" he spoke between large gasps for air. Damn, his jaw hurt. "Didn't….feel…a thing…" . He had to be strong, He taught him to be strong. He lived his whole childhood without strength and he wasn't going to go back being weak now. "Really?" A jovial voice spoke from the front, the voice was filled with mischief like a bad child getting a Christmast present when he had been nothing but naughty the whole year, if that child also sounded like a 40 year old man. "Well then, HOW 'BOUT THIS! HAHAHAHAHA!" The man yelled out as maniacal laughter followed with foot to the face of the victim.
With the sole of the shoe kissing his face with enough force to bruise it, he fell back to the floor unceremoniously. The back of his head smacking the concrete pavement that is the floor. With this we finally get to see his face: A young man no older than 16 with fluffy dark-green hair slightly stained with blood framing his slightly round face. He had a set of four symmetrical freckles on his cheeks, his face covered in bruises and scratches as blood trickled from his mouth and forehead. What the young man was wearing was rather strange: a dark green jumpsuit with a D insignia on his left chest and a domino mask that had definitely seen better days. The same can be said about his face that certainly looked worse for wear,
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
"Wow, that looked like it really hurt…" The assailant spoke with twisted sarcasm as he walked a little closer showing that he was wearing a pair of purple dress pants. A twisted grin formed on his pale face and blood red lips as dark ideas continued to swirl around his head. He picked back up his crowbar as he lifted it high and proud, readying to take another swing…which he did.
*SHWACK*... *SHKRUNCH*
"Woah, now hold on…That looked like it hurt a lot more…" He began tapping a crowbar against his gloved palm as his face still showed that evil grin. Clearly showing he is enjoying this sick moment. " So let me ask again kiddo…What hurts more?" He lifts up his arm with the crowbar once more "A?" Swinging it downwards hitting him with a wet squish. "Or B?" Swinging his crowbar again but this time slightly sideways. " Forehand? Or Backhand?"
He continued swinging and hitting the poor boy with the crowbar over and over again as the victim's legs twitched and jerked with each blow. Blood began to smear the floor and pained groans were heard. The twisted man's response was a wicked laugh as if he were told a good joke at a bar, it seemed suffering was a simple laughing matter to the deranged criminal.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
His laugh did not strike any fear in the boy however as he turned over with tired yet determined eyes as he murmured something to the clown. The laughing clown man simply knelt down close to eye level as he mocked his whispers and murmurs with his own, before moving a hand to his ear "eugh… ugh… Could yah' repeat that a little louder lambchop? Hard to hear yah' with a collapsed lung you know? That always impedes the auratory" He continued to mock the boy as he grabbed his curly green hair and pulled it up so that his face could be fully seen. The boy's response was to spit some blood mixed with some saliva in his mouth he had been saving up to his face.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
The obviously irritated psycho slammed his face back down onto the cold, hard and bloody floor before getting back up. "Now that was rude! Didn't your folks at home teach you any manners?" He scolded the boy and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face. The boy with a groan weakly turned back around with a bloody grin that basically said 'eat shit'. The villain simply looked at him like a disappointed father. "I suppose I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson so that you can better yourself and improve for your future…" He paused and thought to himself momentarily of what he said as his eyes and brow raised upwards, "Nah! I'm just gonna keep beating you with this crowbar!" With that said the villainous smile returned as he raised up his torture weapon once more and all the young man can do brace himself for round 2.
Izuku frowned back with his bloody teeth at the clown villain before a foot slammed down on the back of his shoulder. The mad man's laugh began to echo throughout the area as he tightly shut his eyes closed, silently praying for a way out of this hell. If not, the last thing he would hear would be the laughter of this psycho. 'Sensei…where are you?'
Meanwhile, police cruisers began racing on the city's road. Their sirens wailed as they speeded through the city. In one of the cars, the detective was in the passenger seat and had his eyes firmly locked on the road. He picked up his radio as he gave out orders "All units form a perimeter around Akbar Warehouse! Vehicle units converge on Gahenn road!". The driver was the cat headed officer as he held onto the steering wheel with both hands, his face was the opposite of the detective's as it was painted with a sense of worry and dread.
Finally he spoke up "Detective Tsukauchi, did you manage to reach Eraser Head?'' he asked and Tsukauchi replied with a sigh "No Sansa, couldn't reach him. I did inform UA though and something tells he already knows…"
Now Sansa was confused, "What makes you say that?" he asked.
As if Eraser Head heard the question himself, it was answered by a black speeding bike zooming past all the other police cruisers. The man on the bike seemed to be a disheveled hobo wearing a black jumpsuit, a scarf made of bandages and yellow goggles. His face was hidden by the goggles and scarf his body radiated with focus and determination. He only has one goal right now…get there on time and save his son. When there were no longer cars upfront in sight he pressed a red switch on the side of his handlebar, a special upgrade that Power Loader had installed as a favor. The bike immediately went Nitro as it dashed through the street. It was a race against time now.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
As the police and one hero were racing to said warehouse. The clown walked out the building with a coat round his arms. Adjusting his tie he looked back inside, "Ok kiddo I gotta go, it's been fun though right?" He happily asked as if he were babysitting a friend's kid. Izuku just silently laid on the floor a few meters away. "Well, maybe a smidge more fun for me than you I'm just guessing since you're being awfully quiet." He went on as he put on his coat, "Anyway.." tugging his coat one last time "Be a good boy, finish your homework and be in bed by nine" He began listing down non-existent rules with finger gestures. "And hey…" His voice suddenly dropped to a sinister baritone as it began to become more menacing and less uplifting "Tell Aizawa I said…Hello…" With that all said and done he finally pulled up the hood of his winter coat and let out a hearty, haunting laugh closing the door on his way out. His mad cackling was still clearly audible through the walls as he began to walk away.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
When Izuku thought he was far enough, he finally opened his eyes as he rolled over to get himself off the ground. His everywhere hurt so any movement of his body is followed with a grunt groan of pain. He could barely stand up, his body swaying side to side as his vision was still swirling. "Okay, baby steps come one, you walk once you can do it again" he said to himself. Izuku weakly lifted and placed his left foot past his right…before falling face first back to the ground, "I'd say ow but at this point that's everywhere now…" He darkly humored himself, a coping mechanism whenever shit happens. He tiredly eyed the door, "So close…" it was just a walk away and he couldn't even move. He steeled his gaze however, Izuku was determined to get himself out and back to his family and so began to crawl towards the door with tightly shut eyes and grunts of pain as his only outlet.
Eraser Head meanwhile was now closer than ever, he finally made it out of the main city and was in the outskirts of town, he was so close….He checked his GPS, Akbar Warehouse just straight up ahead and the police were closely following behind their sirens and lights being heard and seen in his rearview mirror. "Detective, do you think he'll make it there in time" Officer Sansa asked his partner as the detective just tightly shut his eyes thinking carefully what to say as to his partner, Tsukauchi was not superstitious by any means but at this point he can only pray on chance that the best will come out of this " I don't know Sansa, but hope he does for the kid's…and the clown's sake" He grimly said the last part as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth and regretted saying it aloud to any living soul, may God have mercy on that psycho's soul if Eraserhead catches him first.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Izuku on the other hand finally managed to reach the door, a trail of blood lead to were he was now and then. He finally grasped the handle of the door as he jiggled and attempted to twist it and open it up."C'mon, C'MON!" But it would open, the door was locked from the outside so there was no way out. "Dammit!"
Izuku had used whatever strength was left to slam the door, it didn't do anything as he finally sat up straight and leaned against the metal door. He was so tired, everything hurt and he was going to die. He looked back to the source of the beeping, 16 pieces of dynamite strapped to a digital clock with kegs of gasoline all around the warehouse.
This was it, time was up. At least, he got to live part of his dream of being a hero, he was Sidekick with a provisional license but hey he tried to become the very first Quirkless hero. Yup, the Quirkless Boy Wonder that was what they called him after the Sports Tournament, he almost accomplished his dream. He wasn't a Deku any more, right?
It didn't matter, the clock had reached single digits, 9…8… 'I'm sorry sensei, it was irrational of me…' 7…6… 'I'm sorry, Moe, Nejire, Uncle Hizashi…' tears were now welling up more and more 5…4… there was only one more thing left on his mind as the word escaped as a whisper past his broken lips "Mom…"
Aizawa finally made it, he jumped off his bike not caring that it fell and got scratched across the road. The police were here too right on time, they can go catch that son of a bitch while he rescues Izuku 'I'm here Izuku!' 3…2… Detective Tsukauchi quickly got out and began giving orders "Alright i want everyone t-" 1…
*BOOM*
When an explosion shot everyone back away as fire spewed out from the entry. Smoke and flaming debris flew out everywhere. His ears were ringing, but he slowly got to his feet. It took him a few moments to collect himself when he realized what building just exploded. "IZUKU!" Aizawa hollered out as he shot forward again to the flaming warehouse and started looking around the wreckage in a flurry of a man possessed.
That is when he saw something dark green Aizawa slowly turned to it and saw a white glove connected to the dark green object. He slowly started walking towards the white glove. His mind was covered in a fog. He knew that glove, he had given that glove to Izuku. It was when he gave the boy his official hero outfit when Izuku became Aizawa's sidekick. He walked closer and closer and he felt the pit in his stomach grow larger and larger and something felt like it was blocking his throat.
He brushed some rubble away and came face to face with Izuku Midoriya Aizawa, his sidekick, his apprentice, his friend, his… son in all but blood. He stared at the broken and scared body of the barely 16-year-old boy he had been taking care of and training the past 3 years. "No…Izuku…" He solemnly whispered out his name as Aizawa slowly bent down and brushed some loose dust off the boy's face as he cupped the boy's cheek.
He felt his heart shatter in that moment and all he could think about was the blinding smile that boy had, that he will never see again. Tears streaked down Aizawa's face as he scooped the boy into his arms. He held the boy tightly as he turned and started walking out of the destroyed warehouse.
At this point, emergency services started showing up. Firemen were hopping out of their trucks and started hosing down the building and any flames on nearby ones. Police were blocking the area making sure only authorized personnel were entering or exiting. And finally, ambulances showed up to help anyone that was injured by the blast. Many saw Aizawa walking out of the wreckage, many were walking up to him and trying to get information.
Aizawa in a fit of pure unbridled anger lashed out with his quirk and scarf. This knocked many of them back but before anyone could question him Detective Tsukauchi appeared and got them all to back off. He had seen the body in Aizawa's arms. He knew that body was Izuku Midoriya Aizawa and the slow pace Aizawa was walking Tsukauchi knew that the boy was dead. Tsukauchi turned to his subordinate' "You think you can handle things from here Sansa?" Sansa replied with a firm nod and salute, "Good", replied Tsukauchi
Once he got everyone away from Aizawa, he led the quiet and somber man away from everything to the edge where an ambulance was. He had Aizawa sit down on the back of the truck when an EMT was about to take Izuku away. Aizawa lashed out and almost broke the man's leg. Aizawa then held the body of Izuku closer to himself making sure no one could lay a hand on him.
Tsukauchi got the EMT back on his feet and informed the man that the boy was dead and was the only thing keeping Eraser Head calm. The EMT nodded and walked away. Tsukauchi turned back to Aizawa and saw that the man hadn't moved a muscle since he tightened his grip around Izuku. He slowly walked up to the man and kneeled next to him.
"Are you alright, Eraser Head?" Tsukauchi asked the motionless hero. "I'm fine… but this boy isn't, and he's never coming back." Aizawa hoarsely said so quietly Tsukauchi barely heard it. Tsukauchi looked at the man with sad eyes he knew about the pair's relationship. Aizawa wasn't just a hero to work under for the boy. He was a father the boy never had and Izuku had become a son to the Underground Hero.
When the rest of the UA staff heard of what happened they rushed to Jaku General Hospital as fast as they could, completely ignoring and knocking any passing fans of news vultures. But when they got there it was just like Aizawa, it was too late. Izuku Midoriya Aizawa was medically declared dead and was ready to be sent to the morgue.
Nemuri clasped her hands over her mouth with tears in her eyes and Hizashi fell to the floor wanting to scream but knew that it would just destroy the hospital and kill everyone else.
Sekijiro turned away not wanting to see one of his students like this as Majima took off his head gear and looked to the floor with a somber expression. Ectoplasm, Snipe, Cementoss and Hound Dog had the same expression. Nezu, while his expression is the most neutral, was crying on the inside. Izuku had the most potential in a analytics in his opinion and he still had many years to grow and cultivate his talents in his hero career, but all of that was stripped away by a bomb and a madman.
Finally the doctor came out, "Thank you all for coming, can I ask if the boy has any immediate or distant relatives, can we contact his family?" the doctor asked. "We are his family…" Recovery Girl replied, with an expression that matched the room.
"We were his family…" Aizawa corrected her, his face still looking down to the floor. Chiyo was a medical expert as much as a Pro Hero, so death was part of the job. Yet, it always hurt whenever she couldn't save a patient, and it hurt more that she couldn't save someone she cared about. She placed a hand on her colleague's shoulder as she looked back at the doctor, "Can we see him?" Chiyo asked. "Of course, follow me…" The doctor turned back around to the room and led the heroes present inside. On that winter night, the UA highschool for heroes had yet again lost one of their. It was a death in the family.
*Picking Nose* What? You want more? Hmmm, maybe. I have a rough outline at most until THE USJ arc but chances of that seeing the light of a computer screen is slim as a jim. We'll see, but hey if you are interested, copy and paste this story into somebody's DMs to get them to write a full series! Less work for us and more stuff for them to do. I'm sure someone won't mind...probably...maybe...yeah they wont mind.