A New Duo (Dick/open)

[Jason "Red Hood" Todd]

Jason rushed forward and jumped off the ledge of the building with his grappling in hand. He shot it into the air and it easily reached and attached to the much taller building overhead. It didn‘t take long for him to get to the top. Unseen of course. Well, except for Nightwing of course. He was sure his brother was close behind him. They were going to fight crime together after all. Once he reached the top of the tall building he perched on it and overlooked the darkened city through his red metallic hood which was utilizing a zoom feature as well as night vision as he searched below for any crime. He had already put away his grappling gun and instead he had a miniature police radio in hand as he tuned in and listened for anything that might be happening in the city. He was wearing a much different costume than that of the original Red Hood, also his arch-nemesis and the man he hated most in the world, the Joker. No. He had remained the look of the Red Hood. He took on a much more biker appearance with that dark brown leather jacket. But it was still threatening. “Dick . . . You have to promise me you won’t tell Bats, or anyone else for tat matter, that I’m back.” Jason said seemingly out of nowhere. He didn’t sound like before though. He had switched to a different voice modulator. He sounded nothing like himself at all at this point. He hadn’t really said much since they had left the bar earlier. Damn bastards. No thank you or anything. Just a phone call to the police. Some people just didn’t know how to say thank you. It pissed him off. Here he was risking his neck for them and protecting them from the scum of the city. And that’s how they repay him? And Dick? Sometimes he wanted to punch the people he protected in the face just as much as he wanted to do the same to the bad guys.

Of course, he hadn’t been Red Hood in there. He had been Jason Todd. Of course, nobody knew that. Jason Todd was dead to the world. A lost name found only inside the wikipedia page of Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy. Deceased ward of the billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne. That’s all anyone knew him as outside of the hero world. Only Talia, Ra’s and Dick knew about his return from his six foot grave in Wayne Manor. He didn’t want anyone else knowing. Especially not the likes of Bruce or Barbara or the new Batgirl and Robin. “I’m not ready for him to know yet. I’ll tell him myself in due time, but not right now. This is our secret. Nobody is to know I’ve come back.” As Jason finished speaking the police radio/scanner went off informing him of a robbery taking place. Jason jumped down to another shorter building and began his run across the roof top, grappling gun in hand. It ddn’t take long for Red Hood to get to the bank robbery underway. There were hostages inside but Jason wasn’t going to be able to get a clean shot at any of the criminals from here. They were good in that sense. They caught up on the murderous vigilante in town apparently. After getting closer, Jason jumped through a window breaking it while releasing a flash grenade. His helmet would protect him from it after all. While the others were dazed he immediately shot the two robbers who were holding the people hostages at gun point right between the eyes and they dropped to the ground dead. Jason knew there wasn't another way. By the time he got to the hostages his flash bang advantage would be over and all they'd have to do was point a gun at one of the hostages heads and it was over. It was also a show of power. The others, once the flash bang was over would know that he wasn't playing. That he was the real deal. Not a man in a bat costume. He was the one who was willing to go that extra step.

[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

Now in his Nightwing uniform, Dick moved behind his brother scanning the area for anything resembling crime as well. He stopped as Jason began to speak to him about keeping his being back a secret, honestly, Dick deduced that Bruce already knew he was back, the man was the world's greatest detective after all, he undoubtedly wouldn't miss something this big. But Dick would adhere to his brother's wishes all the same, if he did not want Bruce to know, then he would say nothing on the subject. ''You know I'm a steel trap with tht kind of stuff, I won't say anything if you don't want me to'', he said as he perched beside him and used the lense on his mask to scan a bit more in depth, with the city appearing to be this quiet, Dick was even more on edge. It could have meant the criminals were cowering, or planning. Dick would assume the latter.

As he scanned the city below him, he noticed a young couple walking down the street, when they were suddenly being mugged for their valuables by some two bit thug with a knife in hand. Times were bad, he didn't even have a gun to rob people with, but Dick wouldn't complain, that would make taking him down simpler and less dangerous. In a flash, Dick jumped from his perch firing his grappling hook to attach onto the building ledge across from them, right above the muggers. Luckily the couple had not done anything to get themselves killed, instead, they were complying until BAM! Dick came crashing down on the man from above pinning his neck to the ground with his forearm, while his other arm twisted the man's arm behind him snapping it at the elbow causing him to drop the knife and yell out in pain.

The couple breathed a collective sigh as they saw he was helping them out. He cuffed the man and awaited his brother to come down so they could deal with the criminal accordingly.