First things first
"It's all about the little shit."
The warehouse fills with the sound of Jason Todd - former Titan, former government agent, and former Robin - ripping a long roll of duct tape off the roll. "Too much and you get the JLA riding yer ass. Too little and -" He chuckles darkly. "You Diablo fucks know aaaaaalllll about that, huh?"
The "fucks" in question sweat profusely. One of them actually knows what he's talking about. The other two have no clue.
"The way I see it, I'm not one of the good guys any more. Used 'tbe, but life's a bitch. Then you die. Then if yer like me some villain mastermind digs yer rotting corpse up, dumps you in a healing pit and sends you off into his service. That's when a' old friend busted me and turned me over to you pencil pushing losers." Methodically, he roams around the room, piling up bodies around the three survivors who are still listening to his tirade. On the way, he looks around and carefully picks up shell casings. "Can't be too careful," he says. "Rodents are a real pain."
"Where was I? Oh, yeah, got brought back with no soul, which meant the government agents and their little cockroach infestation problem had oh so much fun with me and this guy I used to know. Despite screwing with my life completely he was a great guy, but you all probably cost him his reasons for living - so it's best if I remove him before he buries himself further." He pauses and looks up to the ceiling as if there's a great pearl of wisdom hidden in the rafters. "Truth is it all comes down to one guy and none of you fucks are it. I just gotta make sure he actually has a real challenge in all this without calling down the wrath of people that could screw with me too much. At least that's until I make him chose what he really is."
He brings out the demolition cord and begins to wrap it around the computer techs. "See, you guys tried to show me all men are alone in this world..that it's all men for themselves, no matter what kinda 'together' illusion ya got. I coulda told ya that at 11. No, no. Diablo really taught me something far more grand. It taught me that everyone is a monster. Ya just gotta see what kind ya are. The more perfect ya seem, the bigger monster yer gonna be. I only know one guy who's perfect and he's the reason it all got started." He takes the end of the cord. "So I only got one thing to live for. I gotta stick around and see what monster he is."
Suddenly, he looks at the wallet he ripped off the three remaining people. "II need one of ya to tell him. Not the cops or I'll kill ya and whoever's in this wallet." Deciding on a wallet, he cuts one of them free. "Get the fuck out. Tell him when he comes by to harass ya, 'Red Hurts.' That's it. Otherwise, you were home all night watching the game or something." He then lights the cord. "Time's ticking..."
The warehouse fills with the sound of Jason Todd - former Titan, former government agent, and former Robin - ripping a long roll of duct tape off the roll. "Too much and you get the JLA riding yer ass. Too little and -" He chuckles darkly. "You Diablo fucks know aaaaaalllll about that, huh?"
The "fucks" in question sweat profusely. One of them actually knows what he's talking about. The other two have no clue.
"The way I see it, I'm not one of the good guys any more. Used 'tbe, but life's a bitch. Then you die. Then if yer like me some villain mastermind digs yer rotting corpse up, dumps you in a healing pit and sends you off into his service. That's when a' old friend busted me and turned me over to you pencil pushing losers." Methodically, he roams around the room, piling up bodies around the three survivors who are still listening to his tirade. On the way, he looks around and carefully picks up shell casings. "Can't be too careful," he says. "Rodents are a real pain."
"Where was I? Oh, yeah, got brought back with no soul, which meant the government agents and their little cockroach infestation problem had oh so much fun with me and this guy I used to know. Despite screwing with my life completely he was a great guy, but you all probably cost him his reasons for living - so it's best if I remove him before he buries himself further." He pauses and looks up to the ceiling as if there's a great pearl of wisdom hidden in the rafters. "Truth is it all comes down to one guy and none of you fucks are it. I just gotta make sure he actually has a real challenge in all this without calling down the wrath of people that could screw with me too much. At least that's until I make him chose what he really is."
He brings out the demolition cord and begins to wrap it around the computer techs. "See, you guys tried to show me all men are alone in this world..that it's all men for themselves, no matter what kinda 'together' illusion ya got. I coulda told ya that at 11. No, no. Diablo really taught me something far more grand. It taught me that everyone is a monster. Ya just gotta see what kind ya are. The more perfect ya seem, the bigger monster yer gonna be. I only know one guy who's perfect and he's the reason it all got started." He takes the end of the cord. "So I only got one thing to live for. I gotta stick around and see what monster he is."
Suddenly, he looks at the wallet he ripped off the three remaining people. "II need one of ya to tell him. Not the cops or I'll kill ya and whoever's in this wallet." Deciding on a wallet, he cuts one of them free. "Get the fuck out. Tell him when he comes by to harass ya, 'Red Hurts.' That's it. Otherwise, you were home all night watching the game or something." He then lights the cord. "Time's ticking..."