deadshotting:

(⊗) — “My my, resentful aren’t we? So how many

killshots have you made here? Let me guess… None.”

“You have no idea. Outside here, I would say about 80, that’s what the records say but I doubt that they manage to keep count. Did you try to do anything like that here? I stabbed a guy and had a freaking Batgirl lecturing me.”

[[I want to get more threads on Jason now that he’s back, who’s in game?]]

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”Jealousy issues. How wonderfully cliché. 

Daddy didn’t love me.” Look who was talking.
“You’re a child. You can’t judge people beyond
you but I do agree in some sense…” He hated to
agree with an Ex-Robin. Floyd rolled his eyes.
"So do you do the same here? Do you kill
whoever you think is evil?” 

"Please, that’s the least of my worries, I don’t give a damn anymore. I’m not one of his precious Bat boys now, I became someone better, I work better without others to slow me down, more efficiently”, he replied, eyes narrowing. His short encounter with Batgirl in that city confirmed that he was feared among the Batman Inc; it brought him joy. “I know exactly who I’m taking down. I go on patrol, I follow them, I get data and info and if they try something funny, they’re dead. Simple as that.”

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”What makes you any different? 

You stood by Bats’ side and helped him,
you saved him when he didn’t deserve to
be saved and now you think that you’ve
changed? You’re a rebellious teen in his
angsty phase, that’s all you are. Taking
out Gothams scum? When did you
become judge and jury of Gotham huh?”

“They love him, they adore him. I gave him a chance, it was either me or the criminals he so blindly saves, he chose them, he made it clear and I’ve got the scars to prove it. You don’t know a damn thing about me, the real me is out, not the person that Batman was trying to create, to replace his precious Robin. All those criminals deserve to die, what’s the point of locking them up in Arkham? They walk right outside the very next day, over and over again.”

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”Once a Robin, always a Robin. 

You switching from Bats’ side is suspicious
if you ask me. I can smell a rat when I see em.” 

“That’s words that Grayson or Drake live by, don’t you ever compare me to them. Hah! You think that I have anything else to say to Bats? No, I’m doing a better job than he ever did; I’m taking out Gotham’s scum once and for all.”

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”No, I know about the Lazarus pit,  

I just know that you’re sitting on the right
side pretending to be on the wrong, Robin.” 

“I’ll give you one more chance to stop calling me that. It;s Hood now, Red Hood. Got it? Or do i have to spell it out for you?”

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”Bullshit. Once an goodie goodie always a

goodie goodie. You can’t escape the tights, kid.” 

“The whole of Bats’ crew is calling me crazy. The kid who snapped when it took a dip in the Lazarus Pit. How do you know that it’s not true, huh?”

deadshotting:

(⊗) —”I put them out of a job, so yes, they hate me. 

You’ve come out just in time for Christmas, 
little robin red-breast.” 

“Did you miss the memo? I stopped using that name ever since I came back from the dead.”

deadshotting:

(⊗) — “I spy with my little eye something beginning with R.” 

“A+ eyesight there, buddy, eye doctors must hate you.”