Boom boom boom.

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Lately is seemed less and less likely that there would be much of a separation of the Red Hood and Jason Todd. At this point, Jason Todd was dead, again, and the Red Hood has surfaced with more control within the criminal world than he did beforehand. His head had been a jumble, and spending time with Helena did relax him a bit, but it was running the streets that brought everything into a more apparent revelation. It was hearing the screams of people fighting in an overcrowded apartment through paper thin walls, the booming of bass that could be felt within your chest, and the occasional pop of gunfire. It’s something that couldn’t be explained to someone that’s lived in the suburbs. You’re looked upon as a subculture and anyone coming to these parts of town may feel they are “making a difference” but truth be told, they all know that it’s the privileged trying to either clean their guilt for the difference or feel as though they are such a martyr for helping the deprived.

All this swung through his head but it would still give Red a slight grin on his face with the whole irony of it all. It was what allowed him to continue on in such a hellish lifestyle and put life into perspectives. It took up some of his thoughts, but not his other instincts.

“Knock knock.”