“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.”
