-Rank: Nobody
-District Gamma
-Red Hood helmet (night vision)
-Wooden Dagger
-Fighter at Cania
I am
No one's son
Jason Todd. The Second Robin. Red Hood. Don't waste my time with pathetic talks about morality. [Citta Alveare]

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First meeting [Closed-Stephanie]

Jason had been in the Hive for roughly three weeks now. It seemed like ages when he woke up, angry and frustrated, trying to make sense out of all that mess. Luckily he encountered someone who was able to check his helmet for him, and this time it was bomb free. No nasty acid surprises on his face, he was glad that he avoided that. However, his equipment was lost, his prized dagger, all the weapons that Talia personally gifted to him were gone, taken away from those who put him in that cage in first place.

He had been out of Arkham for quite some time, and to be brought somewhere else which reminded him of a prison didn’t do him well. He had more freedom, that was true, he had an apartment, he gained money fighting in that club. Getting beaten up, sure, but he maimed his opponents in return, there weren’t real rules. Besides, he was told that nobody died at that place; they just came back. Yeah, like he did. But he wouldn’t mention how horribly wrong that went for him, what he knew was that he would avoid that fake death in that city like the plague.

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It was past midnight, and he figured out that the best way to get better weapons was to remove them from the passing shady characters in Sector 2. He was wearing his helmet, his face was well hidden as he stood in a dark alley, waiting until a tall man passed by, grabbing him, his gloved hands covering his mouth and pushing him against the brick wall. The man tried to protest of course, but Jason put the sharpened edge of his dagger against his neck.

“One wrong move, buddy, and my fingers might slip. You don’t want that now, do you?”, he asked as he used his knee to hit the man’s stomach. “Now tell me, do you have any weapons on you?”, he asked with a growling tone in his voice, removing a bit his hand from the man’s mouth.

“Fuck you! Get away from me, you bastard!”, the man shouted, but Jason pressed the dagger closer on the skin of his neck, smiling behind his helmet as the man whimpered when he spotted the red shape tainting the wood.

“Wrong answer. Let’s try again..”

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