The Red Hood Appears [open]

[redhood]

The loud engine of the harley roared down the streets of Gotham west. With his leather jacket on, a slab of armor that was almost similar to batmans armor, but lacking the insignia, boots, that were quite effective in doing the job of not only protecting his feet, but delivering powerful kicks to his enemy, and a pair tight fitting jeans. Two pistols, both colt 1911's in his holster that lied beneath his jacket, and his insignia, a hightech red helmet, that only gave show to his eyes.

Inside his bag, lied a powerful sniper rifle, with a suppersor attached to the rifle, allowing him to execute his targets with ease and stealth. His target, was a small time trafficker, who mainly smuggled in guns and people. He could take the guns for himself although, his punishment for the people would be that of a severe nature. His punishment you say? It was death. The cold embrace of darkness.

He had been investigating this ring for weeks now, and he still did not know who the boss was, whether it was black mask or just the mob. Both smuggled guns, as well as people. But this man was running the operation, so he was going to fatally execute him, and listen out to who the next head of the hydra he was going to slay next.

Bringing the Harley to a stop. Jason grabbed the rifle bag, and walked the bike into a dark alley. The alley was big enough so he could leap between the walls, and get to the roof.

Doing so, he came up to the roof top in a matter of seconds, before propping up his rifle and scoping out his target. His target was not far away, less then a quarter mile. He would not turn on the laser, that would give his position away. The target was now leaning against the railing, outside. "Humpty dumpy sat on a wall, humpty dumpy had a grea-" said Jason before he noticed someone was behind him. "You know, you might wanna work on your foot work there." said Jason, not knowing who it was yet. He quietly slipped one of his pistols out of the holster, readying incase if this one needed to be shot, or not.

[dinah]

The City of Gotham looked silhouetted against the dark blue sky while nimbostratus clouds gathered to form heavy layers of moisture. Thunder rumbled in the distant but the storm had not yet approached. Silent lightning flickered in certain areas of the clouds in silent bursts of energy. Hauntingly, the skyscrapers looked like dense rectangles infested with billions of squares that shone through the darkness amidst the dark and foreboding atmosphere. The city itself was alive with the sound of honking, roaring engines, and the ever familiar police whistles and sirens when something has gone wrong. One could taste the urban decay along with smog caused by car pollution and industrial smoke being pumped out by the larger corporate companies and their many factories or plants. The Autumn chill in the air could easily be mistaken for the feeling of having someone watching you, silently and contemplating on whether or not if they should spare your life.

But Dinah was used to such surroundings and in fact welcomed them when out hunting for villains, criminals and other times of scum. To her, it was a thrill ride that fed her hunger for justice and kept her past at bay, for as long as she was fighting and releasing her pent up energy, she could live a normal life. She did not trust anyone other than herself when it came to authority figures for most of them were running rampant and corrupt within the Gotham City Police Department. Sure there were a few good cops left, but why count on them when you can get the job done yourself?

Tonight, Dinah had set all crime fighting aside unless she were to see it while out riding. She could mufti-task a race while serving justice at the same time if she had to, and if her opponent was on the same page as her, there could be a potential partnership between them. She could use a break from Olie, otherwise known as the Green Arrow. That was another reason for her to move into Gotham, to start life over and to put her past behind her, even if that means burying one’s heart… for now.

The creeping fog helped mask Dinah’s emotions as she felt is brush against her cheek, and watched as it crept through the scattered crowds of bustling people who had finished the last hour of work and were heading home. She felt like their guardian, ever watchful of danger that might befall them even when they were completely unaware of her courageous and daring acts, for it wasn’t about showing off, but protecting those who were unable to fight back.

As the noisy streets began to disband from the usual flow of vehicles, Dinah was able to hear the ticking of her Timex watch. She glanced down at it out of habit and saw that it was nearly eleven at night. She was beginning to wonder if Red Hood would ever show, for she has been let down many times before. She was certain that this one would not be intimidated by her Canary Cry, her near perfect grasp on martial arts, or her rough edged attitude, for he seemed to be cut from the same cloth aside from the meta human gene.
She wasn’t sure why he was late, but she was not going to let him get away with it. Not tonight.

Dinah waited atop a large hill that overlooked Gotham. Her tires had torn a path through the grass, creating a trail of mud that lead up to her bike. She watched and listened for other sounds of motorcycles when she had finally found one. Sure enough there he was, the red mask and black coat. A cruel grin formed on her lips. Her eyes followed him down the street until he had stopped in a dark alley. She waited but did not see the bike exit. She roared her own engine and uttered, “Ready or not....”

The back tire kicked up dirt and grass as it spun around and around, until finally it had caught on the root of a tree and propelled the bike forward. Dinah had memorized certain streets and imprinted them in her mind, in case she needed to escape. Knowing the ins and outs of the city came in handy when she was in danger, but this time it was for fun. She slowed the bike near the alley and saw where her new interest had parked his. She turned off the engine and moved hers closer to his, used the kickstand and brought her hand up under her chin in thought as she looked over the pair of steel on wheels. “Aww, parking buddies.” Her head turned as she looked for signs of her mystery man and saw that he had left boot prints on the sides of the walls. She really didn’t want to climb so she decided to take the elevator to the roof. Luckily the folk inside did not try to stop her, mistaking her as a stripper hired by someone to entertain their boss, while others bid her a shy hello in knowing exactly who she was. She made it to the top and found the door unlocked. Cigarette butts were smoked down to the filters and were cast off to the side. Whomever was here last had forgot to lock the door. She saw her date huddled near the edge of the roof and strode over to meet him. She had a coy grin on her face in hopes of sneaking up on him, but her boots were not made for being silent across the gravel roof top. “Nice rhyme.” She said and sat on the edge of the roof, crossing one fish netted stocking leg over the other and turned her back to the city. “Playing hard to get?”

Her eyes immediately noted the rifle and she turned to see where it was he was aiming at. The thought of him actually shooting someone had crossed her mind, however, he could be using the scope on the gun to see far away before taking aim at something else. Never jump to conclusions. Besides, if he wanted to impress her, he would not be killing someone while on their first date.

[redhood]

Setting the rifle down on the ground, he stood up from his prone position, and lied the rifle down to be hidden. He didn't want his rifle to be seen that easily. The door had been unlocked to the roof, much as he thought it was locked, turns out it wasn't. "Huh, knew i forgot to lock something. Thanks for reminding me." said Jason, as he packed the rifle up and threw it over, landing somewhere in the vicinity of his bike. He would throw it in the saddle bag, and chase after the piece of garbage later. He had almost forgotten about their little date. He could always kill the trafficker later. He had an insider for the job, and he knew that his source would not lie to him. After all he did not want to put two bodies into a grave when it was only supposed to be one.

"You are lucky, because if i thought it was the bat, id have to kill you." said Jason Jokingly as he removed his high tech red hood for a second. Underneath the mask, lied Jasons face, with a mask on, only covering his eyes. The cowl, simular to Robins, was red in color and went well with him. Sitting down on the slab, he put his hood down next to his foot, proceeding to look the stripper looking heroine in the eye before saying "Nice outfit. Side job down in east Gotham?"said Jason jokingly, before chuckling a little bit and tapping his foot.

The brownstone building that held businesses, and whatnot were surrounding them, and if anyone had stumbled upon them, they would think it was the Black Canary, and Robin talking. Nothing more, nothing less.

He proceeded to stand up, and walk over to the edge looking down at his bike. Her bike was parked right next to his, with the bag in front of his bike. He did not want to hit her bike, because she would attempt to beat him up for it. "Hey look, someoens my parking buddy. Although the bike is pretty dingy." said Jason, with a smile on his face. "Whats the plan for tonight Black Canary? Take down some criminal scum, then chinese?" said Jason as he smiled again, before putting his hands in his pocket.

[dinah]

“There’s a big difference between birds and bats.” She said as she watched the gun clatter to the ground and was glad he had not hit her bike in the process. She did take his joke about Batman as such and then turned her eyes onto his as he removed the mask. “A mask atop a mask, what’s the occasion?” Her voice changed to smooth and alluring when she saw a little more of his face. She had guessed right, he was handsome.

His second joke was easily ignored since she had heard them before. “It belongs to my mother, the original Black Canary.” She said this with pride and did not let him see any form of expression after that. He was not allowed to know if the stripper joke was inappropriate or not. Not yet. She had to admit there was something about him that interested her, and she did not want to push him away if he could be useful in one way or another. “Besides, I wouldn’t be talking, Flames.” She tapped his hood. “This is a match head isn’t it?” She let him know she too can play the smart alec game and got up from the wall then strode over to him, circling around him to soak in his features. She drew in closer and guessed his age to be teens to early twenties, a little young but not too young if he was out fighting crime.

She moved her hand along his jaw line and cheek, making no indication of removing his mask. She squinted in what little moonlight had shown through the thick clouds and softened her gaze when she saw the color of his eyes. “Green eyes, they used to be my favorite kind to look into.” She dropped her hand away, letting him savor her soft touch for the moment. “I was considering a real race, Red. Unless your bike can’t compete with my Nighthawk.”

She placed the toe end of her boot into his helmet and kicked upward. The hood flew into the air then fell into her hands. She passed it to him like a basketball, encouraging him to play her game. “The back roads of Gotham would attract too much attention, but the hills around the city are deserted and just as dangerous at night. You could go over an edge or run into a fallen tree. Does that sound like fun to you?” She stopped walking and looked over her shoulder at him. “It’s your call handsome.”

[redhood]

As a whole, she was coming onto him. "Oh, nothing much, i was planning to eliminate a few criminals, and call it a night" said Jason as he smiled. "So, i see the crime fighting business runs in the family eh?" said Jason as he sat there. She drew closer to him and Jason simply laughed about the match head joke He hadn't heard that one before, but hey, when someone was this close to him, it was when he left batman, before he got killed. That and usually, when someone got that close to him, they were dead or dying. It was a nice change of pace to say the least.

When she put her hand on his jaw, he resisted every instinct to break her arm, and it was well worth it, because when she was observing his features, in a way, Jason was observing her features.

When she looked into Jason's eyes he was looking into hers. "Well, id like to know why green eyes aren't your favorite." said Jason as he stood there, with her still close to him. He had multiple ways, if she ever decided to have the gall to, attempt to take him in, to take her out. Not in the good way either.

"Please, my bike was made for chasing people. I don't think your little Nighthawk can stand a chance against my Red Reaper."Said Jason as he was challenging her to her race. She made a proposition to go race outside of gotham, where it was dark and dangerous, while passing him his helmet. The red hood landed in his hands, and he was glad that it also doubled as a motor cycle helmet as well. "How about racing here in gotham? Plenty of obstacles, and im more than sure the GCPD aren't doing anything. It'd give them a nice chance to get off their donut eating bums and do something." said Jason as he fumbled the helmet in his hands a few times before saying "You down for that pretty canary?"

[dinah]

“My mother unknowingly inspired me to follow in her footsteps.” Dinah said, but did not mention anything about how her mother had tried to talk her out of it, for what mother would want to put their child in danger? However, her mother had forgot about how children do wish to grow up to be like their parents, and it was this slight little over looked fact that got Dinah into fighting crime. “I was more than ready to pick up the mantel.”

Her eyes drift away from his when he had asked why. “Let’s just say the one with green eyes had let me down one too many times, but I’m guessing you’ll prove him wrong.” She took out her keys and swung them around her finger. “Betrayal isn’t something that I get over easy, but why bore you with the details? What’s in the past should stay in the past.”

Her smirk was clear when she understood the challenge. “Let’s go meet this Red Reaper of yours and see how it fairs in speed to my little beauty. Streets or no streets I’m ready.” She stepped through the door and went down the stairs so that she would not scuff her boots by going down the walls the way Jason had come up.

Once she had reached the bikes, she waited for him, or was it the other way around?

“My custom-made hybrid, V-Rod. He has a V-twin engine, overhead cams and liquid cooling, the best torque of any Harley, multi stage lock-up, produces 150 horsepower and is a blast to ride at 170 mph.” She crouched so that her hand could slide along the motorcycle’s duel seats while she rest the side of her head against the covering, where normally a fuel tank would be. “There’s enough room for a radio and police scanner.” She kept her eyes on Red as her lips gently kissed the cover.

[redhood]

Jason listened closely as she went on to say about her mom unknowingly inspired her to become thee black canary, and how she was ready to assume the mantle. He knew what that felt like the first time he put on the robin costume, long before he became the killer of scum that he is now.

When she smirked, shse knew that shed accept the challenge. The way down was only 15 to 20 feet. It was a easy enough jump that he could make it without damaging himself. "Suit yourself little canary." said Jason as he leaped over the wall and plummeted a few feet before landing, and rolling, avoiding damage. He sprinted to his bike and proceeded to put his rifle away. When she got there, he was already waiting. "Meet the Red Reaper. Made out of the finest tech, and from the finest materials." said Jason as he put on his red hood. "Lets start off with the interface. I can start the bike from my helmet, as well as monitor transmissions on various frequencies. But lets not bore you with the muscle side." said Jason as he presented the bike as a show girl would, showing off the loud engine, the overhead pipes, and the various tubing. "The motor, was acquired from a 1700CC racing bike, that lost its driver, the frame is all titanium construction, fuel injected, with a nice little cold air intake." said Jason as he revved up his bike, and proceeded to mount his bike. Jason mockingly blew a kiss, and started inching slowly.

[dinah]

Dinah’s eyes scanned the bike and did not hold back some admiration in her expression for it. She leaned against her motorcycle and smiled as he showed off his toy to her. “You’ll have to teach me that trick some time, jumping down from the wall without hurting yourself.” She picked up her helmet from the back of her bike and looked inside of it first before putting it on. Old habits died hard when you had enemies. Once she saw that her helmet was free of any tracers or poisons, she flung her hair forward, put it into the helmet first, then pressed the helmet on to fit over her face without leaving any strands hanging out. This was a good trick in case she did not want to be identified, but for now, everyone could tell it was her by the costume she wore. She kept the engine off for now as he described the helmet to her, and opened the visor to speak to him without sounding too muffled. “Some of us earned our rides the old fashioned way.” She rubbed her thumb and finger together, indicating that she had earned hers by working. She assumed he was the Red Robin and that Batman had most likely given him the bike for one of the young man’s birthdays. She had to admit she felt a tinge of jealousy when he described his baby to her. She thought she had the top of the line of bikes until she heard what his could do. But as her cousin would say, “Use what works for you and don’t look back.”

“Nice to meet you Reaper. Let’s see how well your daddy can handle you.” She said while climbing onto her bike. She moved her foot back to set the kickstand in place and set her boot on the foot peg. “You might wanna adjust your mirror so it’s not just reflecting your face.” She teased

Dinah grinned upon the kiss and pulled her visor down. He was so arrogant she loved it. Arrogance meant a challenge, and she was in the mood for one. She’d have to find out where he got his helmet and see if she could find one that wasn’t so bulky for her head. Then again didn’t that mean it was safer? She glanced back at his and then ahead of her as she twist the keys, held down the clutch, put the bike into neutral and pushed the button to start the engine. The bike roared to life as she twist the accelerator. She held down the clutch again and shift into second gear, to roll forward.

She chose this time to look over how his body was positioned as was glad he couldn’t see her smile twist into a pleased smirk. Like her, he was in shape and probably had as much endurance, if not more, than she did. Within her helmet she could hear her breath escape her lips as her mind wandered into areas that would make most women blush. She had no doubt that Red had probably already beat her to it. Most guys did. At least he considered her to be a challenge and not some weak little girl. Then again she did love silencing those who did.

She had to admit it was a little strange having been in a relationship who was considered to be too old for her, according to some of her friends, and now to be dating someone who may be a little too young but old enough. What did age matter anyway? He was her type. She began to wonder if he sensed it too, unless it was all one-sided. But none of that mattered as long as the thrill remained; at least for now.

“What’s going to be the finish line?” She asked over the loud roar of their engines, looking over at him.

[redhood]

Red smirked when she asked for lessons on how she could jump from that height and not injure yourself. He chuckled and slowly was inching away. He stopped, and saw she inspected her helmet for tracers or poisons of the sort. "Now, if i was tracking you, i would a put one on the bike or boot. Not the helmet." said Red, as he had a memory of when he had tracked his fare share of enemies.

"Hey, i did earn my bike the old fashioned way." said Red as he smirked again beneath his hood. Now the duo had both fo their helmets on, both on their bikes. In all honesty, he had stolen it from wayne manor, when he was the robin. You could say it was his last act of defiance as a boy, and proceeded into man.

Naughty thoughts invaded his mind, as he took a look at the canary, and oh they were bad thoughts. But no doubt she was having the same about him. If it was mutual, hey no biggie right? As soon as she asked where the finish line was he thought about it. He could make it one of his safehouses, and there was one about several miles from here. "Corner of 5th and Mulberry. Its several miles from here. Itll give us plenty of time to race, and afterwards, i can show you some more of my play things." said Red as he gave a wink. Pulling out one of his pistols he aimed high in the sky, and fired of a shot, indicating go. He started up his bike, and zoomed off, hoping the little canary was not too slow.

[dinah]

So he noticed. She hadn't meant to make it look like she suspected him of any foul play but then again it never hurt to be some what suspicious.

When he mentioned "toys" at his place she could feel the blood in her cheeks raise to the surface. He was a bold one to be admitting that so soon in their acquaintance. Then again with a man like this, what kind of toys did he have in mind? Guns? More bikes? Implements of torture? She felt a warning go off in the back of her head but she chose to ignore it. She wouldn't let doubt ruin her night. (Stop it Dinah, this is Robin. You can trust the Bat's ward.) She thought silently to herself, and felt a little more at ease over the idea. (Just remember, you deserve this after that louse has cheated on you. Get your life back together and show him you have forgotten all about him. Choose Red over green baby. Red over green.)

Dinah also crept her bike forward before heading out, for she did not want the wheels to peel against the gravel, wearing down the rubber when there was no need for it. Once she was certain the wheels would grip to the surface and roll forward, she gave her bike some gas. She moved forward at a lurch and continued to propel her forward as the bike moved in motion. A leaf crunched as the wind had blown it under the tire and the tire shot it back up into the air and blew it away with the exhaust. She drove toward the creeping fog that was making its way into the city at a leisurely pace and silently prayed that no one would get in their way. She knew what she was doing was not only wrong but dangerous, but it was also something she could handle. And if Batman or anyone were to appear to stop the race, she would get a slap on the wrist and sent home, hopefully. As she drove, she could hear the air pressure that hissed through the gaps in between the buildings and the alleys, while the building tossed around any sound vibrations that made it nearly impossible to pinpoint any sirens, screams, engines and other noisy sounds.

Her legs were tucked in close to the bike, keeping her stockings away from the any type of metal that would be too hot for his flesh to handle. She ought to remember that in case she needed to scare some thug into telling the truth by pressing a foreign object against the hot metal, let it his then pretend that she would do the same to his face unless he spilled his secrets.

Her thoughts returned to her when she saw two lovers walking the streets arm-in-arm and leaned to the left in order to miss them by a foot. They turned to see her in time and the guy pulled the girl back onto the sidewalk even as she screamed. Cursing soon ensued but Dinah knew there was no cause for alarm. She had everything under control and she had not clipped him. She could already hear the voice of her martial arts mentors telling her that some day her reckless tendencies would get her into trouble, and would point out to her that what she had done just now would have been one of them, but she didn’t care. Not now. Not when she needed a break from her past.

Steam rose up from the sewers to greet the fog and Dinah burst through it like a canary fleeing from toxic vapors within a coal mine. She could feel the front and rear shocks working their magic at every little curve in the road and leaned forward to reduce wind resistance. She knew that Red’s bike could go faster than hers but decided to toy with him anyway. She pulled out ahead of him to give him a full view of her backside of her one-piece bustler and slapped her left cheek in telling him to ‘kiss it.’ Too bad they didn’t make a deal like that before hand, for she loved betting and even more so, winning.

They raced down a small road that turned into a tunnel ahead. Luckily there was no one in it and Dinah drew down on the accelerator and pulled out ahead of Jason.

[redhood]

The race was on, and Jason had started out by burning rubber, making the bike as loud as possible. He really did not care, and as far as he was concerned he had to win the race. Buut he also wondered what she was thinking. If only he had the power to read minds, he would be set on his curiosity and it would bother him no more. But the two raced, and began racing. He was a little farther off than she was, But when he saw the two lovers, he decided to switch into the next lane, with oncoming traffic. He loved the thrill of it all. The cold night air on his back, the fog that he just blew through the sound of people swearing at him, it was great.

But all this thought was stopped abruptly, when the canary, pulled forward and headed into the tunnel. They had already covered about 5 miles of the track, with onyl 2 more miles to go. He knew his safehouse, which was loaded with guns, ammo, a few gadgets and a bike, was not too far away. Jason flipped a switch, and the distinct sound of a hiss was heard from the pipes, with flames erupting from the back. The bike was sent zooming forward, and in like a show, he once again blew her a kiss, as he was now racing over 120 mph. The speed was only getting closer, and after he let off the nos, he slowed the bike down a bit, for her to get a chance to catch up. He thought she should win, just for confidence, but then again, she might be cocky about it. Either way he didn't mind.

[dinah]

After Red had sped off, she shook her head at him. Of course he would have something to make him go faster. Batman would. She scoffed for she was not one who was frightened easily by such hijinks. Her eyes moved away from him and up ahead where she was headed for orange and white striped construction barrels. She leaped up from the foot pedals and onto the seat of the bike in case she would not make it through the small gap, loosing her feet in the process. She gunned the bike and tilt it back until she was riding while standing on the seat, with the front of the bike rearing up with the front tire spinning. She continued on and slid through the barrels with just enough space to pass by unharmed and laughed at the close call. She could see Red playing even more dangerously with the oncoming traffic, and to her, that was going too far. He was putting lives in danger, for even though he knew what he was doing, the other drivers might panic and drive off into a bank or into other cars. She lowered her bike back to the ground to watch the results of his game of chicken and saw that no one was hurt. She exhaled and continued to speed down the construction zone where the torn up road had created tons of gravel that flicked rocks when people would drive over them, and quite possibly onto the construction workers who stood closeby.

Dinah blew through the orange cones that were strategically placed on the road and stayed within them so her tires would not burst when they struck the other end of the road, if she were to sink into the pit of gravel. She could already hear the loose bits flying up and striking the metal parts of her bike and cursed if any where to chip her paint or leave a dent. Curse the Gotham construction. They always worked when you needed to get some place and then waited for months on their butts to rake in the dough until their contracts were up. What a waste of working time. She dodged a worker who had stepped onto the road and dropped his lunch. From the brief moment that she had seen it, Dinah had guessed it was a ham and cheese sandwich with a canister of coffee. She grinned when she heard him shout, “Hey!” followed by, “Read the road signs you crazy broad!”

Her Nighthawk had spotted a small ramp off to the left with it’s headlights and Dinah went for it. She gunned the acceleration and leaned back when the timing was right. She flew off the ramp, moving five yards through the air before touching ground again. Her back tire had struck first, gripped into the road, then the front came down and did the same with a squeal. Dinah had lost sight of Red but she knew he’d be back. It wouldn’t be a fun race without him. She had her answer when she looked up ahead where he seemed to have run out of what she assumed was nitrous oxide, the air and fuel mixture that explodes and greatly increases horsepower with the flip of a switch. He should have used it near the end of the race and not so early if he really wanted to win. Unless he was letting her win. How about a tie? She could settle for that.

She pulled up along side him and reached out to touch his shoulder. “Tag. You’re it.” She shouted above the noise and saw the finish line up ahead.

[redhood]

With jason slowing down, with using his hood, he could clearly see that she was gaining onto him. Practically bringing his bike to a roll, he saw her pull of her stunt. "Very gutsy little bird." Jason said as he saw that she did a wheelie, went through the construction zone, out of it, into traffic and caught up to him. Bringing his bike a little faster now, he saw the location for his safe house. Timing it right, so that they would tie would be crucial. When she finally caught up to him, she had tapped him on the shoulder and said Tag you're it.

Jason tapped her back and said "Tag you're it, no tagbacks." said Jason as he stuck out his tounge, not obvious through his red hood. He pulled up a little faster, with the warehouse within 700 feet and closing. IT would be a matter of seconds before they reached the safe house.

Motioning for her to catch up, jason hit the gas as hard as he could, with allowing safe stopping distance for the bike, and within no time. HE was sure the little canary could catch up to him as fast as she did. He wasn't going that fast to begin with, so it should have been no problem at all.

[dinah]

"No tagbacks?!" She narrowed her eyes which were seen through her visor as she sped alongside him. He seemed childish but then again she could be quite the spoiled princess too. She had to admit, she was fun and brought back an energy she thought she lost a few years ago. Or was it immaturity? Who cares, he probably didn’t have to go through anything like she did, so she earned her grownup stripes. Too bad she had to grow up a little earlier than expected. And it was times like this she was a little grateful to be able to tap into her inner teenager to feel a youth lost due to certain circumstances.

She knew she should have blocked his touch so that the game could continue, then continue blocking until they reached the building, but that was a major distraction and she needed to calculate how fast and far she could go until finding a need to stop. But she wasn't going to stop unless he did. Her eyes focused on his hand and feet in case they were to shift into a slower gear or to draw back on the breaks. Sure their bikes were different but his was a little faster. He would have to slow down before she could unless his was used to stopping more quickly too. It was a dangerous gamble but she was willing to play. And who better to play chicken than an actual bird? Knowing her luck with stubborn men, they’d both crash through the walls of the warehouse unless there was a trick to this, some secret doorway that was about to open

Their bikes screeched to a stop, hers only one second behind his due to her swift reflexes, but he could have faked her out and made her stop before he did if he knew what she was up to. Good thing he didn’t because she would have become angry from being embarrassed while on a first date. And what about him? Was his tempter as fired up and ready to go as hers? That could spell trouble, and create the kind of tension she liked as long as he also liked playing cobra and mongoose.

When the race was over, Dinah removed her helmet and allowed her long blond curls to spill out of the protective head gear, then threw back her head to cast her lovely locks behind her. She placed the helmet on the back seat of her bike and casually remarked, “Oh, you’re still here? I thought I lost you back in the fog.” She was playing hard to get, and this was a small example of more to come. She still wanted to know a little more about his personality before coming to a final conclusion about him. And what would Batman think of the whole thing? He probably wouldn’t care since all his little birdies are all grown up and making it on their own except for Tim Drake. No, he probably wouldn’t care and neither would his protégés.

“Lead the way, Yums.” She said, smirking at her little nickname for him. He was the Red Robin after all, and everyone should know that at the end of the Red Robin Restaurant advertisement, they always hummed a ‘yum!’

[redhood]

When the birdie made her comment of him leading the way and following it with yums, he held his thoughts to his own, as he stopped his bike. This woman was legitimately hitting on him. Not that he was complaining. So many different ways than bruce, not like he was already. More positive than negative. But he was a billionaire playboy, who could get anything that he wanted in teh world at the snap of a finger. Spoiled brat he was, and thus led him to oh so many wayne tech. But he got his for the five finger discount so it was all good.

Pressing a button on his hood, the brick wall that sat in front of them both rolled back revealing a place where tools to work on bikes, parts and whatnot lied on the floor. "You can put your bike here, it'll be safe." said Jason as he dismounted his bike and proceeded to roll it into the makeshift garage. This was one of several safehouses that he had in his possession, under a dummy corporation that was using it. This one was freds mechanics. The phone led to a dead line, and the address listed was the warehouse of one of the black hoods weapon depots. Proceeding to walk into the safehouse, guns littered the wall. All of which he stole, took of his dead foe, or homemade, using some of the best stolen tech he could get.

The couch, while still having some rips and tears, with a clear blood stain on the back of the couch, was comfy, as was his bed, that lied not to far away. After taking off his helmet, and placing it on the table, that was a plastic, fold away table, he smiled as he looked at the bed. The door was still open, and he gestured her to come in. "Don't worry little birdy, i won't bite. Much." said Jason as he smirked her way.

With enough effort, he could get her to spill her story. Or he thought about revealing his. Brucie, Dick, and all of the bat family knew he was alive, they too knew his secret identity. Not many people knew him before his first death, but sure enough, he could spare one person to have his story. But he didn't know how big her mouth was, so it might be best if he didn't. That would depend how well the night went. Pulling out some leftover chinese food, he shouted "You hungry bird? Or do you have another name i can call you by?" said Jason as he set the chinese food out.

He did not worry who saw, cause of the cameras. Anyone even bothered messing with him, well they would end up with the rest of the garbage in gotham. In the incinerator.