Testing Your Mettle (Wanda)
Feb 21, 2013 17:02:32 GMT -5
Post by Jason "Red Hood" Todd on Feb 21, 2013 17:02:32 GMT -5
Jason’s newest plot in his vendetta against the Joker was, sadly, in the early stages of unfolding. Pre-production was such a drag. But none the less, Jason viewed it as a necessary step to succeeding in killing the Joker. But it was more than just killing him he wanted. Killing him was not the revenge. Subjecting him to horrendous torture and beating him with a crowbar . . . now that was his revenge for what the Joker had done. No . . . killing him wouldn’t suffice. He wanted Batman himself to kill the Joker. And not by accident. He wanted Batman to choose to kill the Joker, even if he was going to try to force Batman’s hand a bit. But hey, the man obviously needed a push and apparently having one Batgirl in a wheelchair and one Robin murdered wasn’t enough.
Nothing angered Jason more than the fact that Batman hadn’t killed this scum years ago for his crimes. He was the Hitler of this generation in Jason’s opinion. No . . . Joker would kill anyone and anything and didn’t care about anyone’s life, not even his own. He was a mad man. Nevertheless, he had to die whether Batman chose to or not. And if Batman wouldn’t kill him, he would. The problem was making sure the Joker stayed put while getting Batman to the Joker’s location, that was, after he caught the Joker of course. It was only just getting dark out, however, it was enough for Jason to stay hidden. After all, he was trained in many things and not being seen was one of them. He was perched on a rooftop with a shadow casted over it from another building.
He looked down as his eyes stared at the back of the one known as Lady Deadpool. He had been reading up on the newer people from the new world. Particularly assassins and/or anti-heroes. Lady Deadpool had been one to fit the match. But he had to first test her mettle. Was she as good as he had been informed? Jason had thought about maybe hiring Deathstroke as he knew Deathstroke’s skill, but he was worried that Batman would get a little too suspicious if it were Deathstroke. After all, Batman was familiar with him. He would already know his moves and he certainly would’ve thought up counters against him. But how would he know Lady Deadpool’s moves? Not to mention if he was correctly informed . . . Lady Deadpool had some special . . . ‘talents’ that were rather perfect for his plan.
All questions he needed answering and Jason preferred to figure things out his own special way. He lifted up the sniper rifle he had brought with him and pointed it at the kidneys of his target. He pulled the trigger without any any hesitation. He had to go all out. He had to be try to kill her to the best of his abilities, because if he wanted her to play a game of cat and mouse with Batman, well, he knew very well Batman wasn’t going to make it easy. He knew Batman would go all out trying to subdue any foe. So he had to make sure that whoever he was hiring to lure him in would be able to live up to the task. After the shot went off he dropped his sniper rifle and took out two automatic handguns. He was dressed in black kevlar armor with a pair of jeans and a brown leather jacket over it. He had black gloves on and covering his head was none other than his metallic red helmet or ‘hood’.
Nothing angered Jason more than the fact that Batman hadn’t killed this scum years ago for his crimes. He was the Hitler of this generation in Jason’s opinion. No . . . Joker would kill anyone and anything and didn’t care about anyone’s life, not even his own. He was a mad man. Nevertheless, he had to die whether Batman chose to or not. And if Batman wouldn’t kill him, he would. The problem was making sure the Joker stayed put while getting Batman to the Joker’s location, that was, after he caught the Joker of course. It was only just getting dark out, however, it was enough for Jason to stay hidden. After all, he was trained in many things and not being seen was one of them. He was perched on a rooftop with a shadow casted over it from another building.
He looked down as his eyes stared at the back of the one known as Lady Deadpool. He had been reading up on the newer people from the new world. Particularly assassins and/or anti-heroes. Lady Deadpool had been one to fit the match. But he had to first test her mettle. Was she as good as he had been informed? Jason had thought about maybe hiring Deathstroke as he knew Deathstroke’s skill, but he was worried that Batman would get a little too suspicious if it were Deathstroke. After all, Batman was familiar with him. He would already know his moves and he certainly would’ve thought up counters against him. But how would he know Lady Deadpool’s moves? Not to mention if he was correctly informed . . . Lady Deadpool had some special . . . ‘talents’ that were rather perfect for his plan.
All questions he needed answering and Jason preferred to figure things out his own special way. He lifted up the sniper rifle he had brought with him and pointed it at the kidneys of his target. He pulled the trigger without any any hesitation. He had to go all out. He had to be try to kill her to the best of his abilities, because if he wanted her to play a game of cat and mouse with Batman, well, he knew very well Batman wasn’t going to make it easy. He knew Batman would go all out trying to subdue any foe. So he had to make sure that whoever he was hiring to lure him in would be able to live up to the task. After the shot went off he dropped his sniper rifle and took out two automatic handguns. He was dressed in black kevlar armor with a pair of jeans and a brown leather jacket over it. He had black gloves on and covering his head was none other than his metallic red helmet or ‘hood’.