Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 2:15:16 GMT -5
Jason Todd kept his head down as he walked the backstreets of Crime Alley. At one point in his career, he would have walked these same streets with his red uniform proudly stretched across his chest, a symbol to the criminal filth that they couldn't get away with their dastardly deeds. But that was then, and this was now. And instead, he kept his new red uniform, the mask on top of his head, covered with a hood pulled down near the goggled eyes.
He was trying to build the same level of street credibility that a hand-me-down green mask had once afforded him, but now that status was being built on the other side. He was no longer naive enough to think that you could change the world by running around in Spandex, and giving criminals a slap on the wrist. That type of thinking would get you killed, and he knew that better than anyone.
So far his plan of bring the Gotham underworld down from the inside was going according to plan. He had his own, rag-tag group of drug runners and petty crooks running around the East Side of Gotham. But he knew that if he was going to make a name for himself, he was eventually going to have to get his hands dirty. And he didn't mind it.
Turning a corner Jason found exactly what he wanted. A group of men huddled tightly together in trench coats, two with briefcases. Jason's detective skills may be a bit rusty at this point, but he could make out a drug deal when it was this obvious. For once in his life, it seemed like Jason's luck was smiling upon him. He could kill two birds with one stone.
Shrugging back the hood of his jacket the reveal the red helmet underneath, Jason let the covered eyes glow thanks to the night vision radar inside of them. He knew this would be intimidating to some, but he had to make sure that he was keeping calm to get to those that were used to freaks in masks. "Excuse me gentlemen. I have one simple question. What the hell do you think you're doing dealing on my streets?" His hand reached back towards the handle of his gun. He knew what there response would be, and he was ready for it. What he wasn't ready for was what came next.
He was trying to build the same level of street credibility that a hand-me-down green mask had once afforded him, but now that status was being built on the other side. He was no longer naive enough to think that you could change the world by running around in Spandex, and giving criminals a slap on the wrist. That type of thinking would get you killed, and he knew that better than anyone.
So far his plan of bring the Gotham underworld down from the inside was going according to plan. He had his own, rag-tag group of drug runners and petty crooks running around the East Side of Gotham. But he knew that if he was going to make a name for himself, he was eventually going to have to get his hands dirty. And he didn't mind it.
Turning a corner Jason found exactly what he wanted. A group of men huddled tightly together in trench coats, two with briefcases. Jason's detective skills may be a bit rusty at this point, but he could make out a drug deal when it was this obvious. For once in his life, it seemed like Jason's luck was smiling upon him. He could kill two birds with one stone.
Shrugging back the hood of his jacket the reveal the red helmet underneath, Jason let the covered eyes glow thanks to the night vision radar inside of them. He knew this would be intimidating to some, but he had to make sure that he was keeping calm to get to those that were used to freaks in masks. "Excuse me gentlemen. I have one simple question. What the hell do you think you're doing dealing on my streets?" His hand reached back towards the handle of his gun. He knew what there response would be, and he was ready for it. What he wasn't ready for was what came next.