“Heh, had ya pinned, man. It ain’t my kinda deal, but if I hadda pick a guy to bet on, I’d put some bones on ya.” Noisemaster wasn’t exaggerating. Red sure looked like he could win in a fight, easy. Noisemaster was the kind of guy who preferred to let his tech do the fighting for him. And since the Scientists had swiped his tech when he entered the city… well.
"So where do the white coats got you hangin’, Red?” Noisemaster asked.
Jason nodded to him, even though he didn’t exactly hide his smirk upon hearing those words; it sure wasn’t the first time that he was told that, due to his nature, so different from Batman’s morals, himself just going ahead with all the killing, he was well known and feared. And since this fight club preached that the fights would be fights to the death, well, he wouldn’t hold back. He was so passionate and confident over the fact that he wouldn’t allow anyone to send him six feet under again. "You should sponsor me then.”, he suggested.
He remembered his name being written down next to a letter and a number; he shrugged over the fact that his real name was known to those ‘scientists’. “S2 or something like that. Not that I care. I’m busting out of here.”
“Aiight, Red, whatever you say,“ Noisemaster said defensively, raising a hand.
Judging by Red Hood’s look and speech, Noisemaster judged him to be one of those vigilante hero types. Couldn’t say they had many of those back in Dreamside, but obviously, this place wasn’t dreamside. Hive City, and a lot of the worlds that it’d pulled people from, had a sort of dark, gritty quality that was bringing back memories from… man, it had to be eons ago. Noisemaster hadn’t been hanging around long enough to determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Look, Red, ain’t no one jocked to be here,” he continued. “Join the club.” But hey, speaking of clubs…
“I’m gettin’ this rockin’ vibe off ya, man. You heard’a that fight club people’re buzzin’ ‘bout? Was all the rage last night.”
Red. What kind of name was that? Well, it was clearly an improvement to ‘Jaybird’, a nickname that Roy just wouldn’t give up. He wasn’t very talkative when it came to strangers, or rather, he was more selective and held himself back from saying too much. However, once he would open up, he would stop at nothing to establish himself as the sarcastic brat that everyone called him. Then the thing in front of him, well, he didn’t even know if he looked human, it sure didn’t resemble one, mentioned the fight club he signed himself up for.
"Sure did. Signed up for it when I heard about it. Beating thugs and getting paid to do it? Sounds like my thing.”, he said, a grin appearing on his face.
