BftC AU fic
Author's Notes: I know, I know, I haven't been around at ALL. But what with part 3 coming out tomorrow, i decided that I should write MY version. Or part of it. I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not. We shall see. Hopefully there are still folks hanging around here and they like this one :)
Title: Battle for the City
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Some spoilers for the Battle For The Cowl comics
Characters: Jason Todd, mention of Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne
Word Count: 453
They say I’ve lost it, that I’ve flipped my switch.
They know nothing about me.
____________________________
Jason looks at them scurrying about his city. Drug dealers, pimps, gun runners, thieves and murders: parasites, one and all. But not to be exterminated. Okay, most of them are. But not all.
Moderation isn’t exactly a well-used word in his vocabulary, but it’s a needed one in this case. The Old Man hadn’t been moderate either. The only difference between them was in their focus. Bruce had held that all life was sacred, that he had no right to take the life of another, not even the Joker’s. But if life was so precious, wasn’t it their job to preserve it by removing those that would maim, mutilate and kill?
It’s a question he’s been wrestling with for almost two years, ever since that confrontation on the docks.
Even now, he’s not sure of the answer, but as the city burns, he does know one thing: he will do whatever it takes to save Gotham.
Did that include wounding a child? No, nor should that bullet have done so much damage. With his fucking luck, the kid was probably sporting a faulty chest plate. Damn it! As for Drake. Well, it was no great loss, but really that one was probably going to live too, given that the kitty-cat had still been in the cave when he’d left.
They don’t understand.
Some part of him is amused that the Network is focusing their precious time and resources on him. They should be going after Black Mask, since he’s the one intent on ravaging the city. But then, Goldie always did have all those family issues. He probably thinks that Daddy will blame him for his little brother’s behaviour. Now wouldn’t that be a hoot, if it happened? Since Jason isn’t guilty of what they all think.
Oh there are a few bodies that can be racked up to his account, but not nearly as many as the deflator mouse club think. No, most of those belong to someone else. Who, he’s not sure just yet, but he will find out. After he’s taken care of Black Mask.
Right now, he just needs to avoid the do-gooders’ long enough to accomplish that. Easier said than done. That lot is many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. And Golden Boy wants his head, judging by the comm chatter. Fine, whatever. They can dance later. For now, he needs to get to the docks. He’s got a date with an informant, though the little low life doesn’t know it yet.
A wicked little smile curves his lips as he leaps into the night, the cape snapping taunt behind him.
Title: Battle for the City
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Some spoilers for the Battle For The Cowl comics
Characters: Jason Todd, mention of Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne
Word Count: 453
They say I’ve lost it, that I’ve flipped my switch.
They know nothing about me.
____________________________
Jason looks at them scurrying about his city. Drug dealers, pimps, gun runners, thieves and murders: parasites, one and all. But not to be exterminated. Okay, most of them are. But not all.
Moderation isn’t exactly a well-used word in his vocabulary, but it’s a needed one in this case. The Old Man hadn’t been moderate either. The only difference between them was in their focus. Bruce had held that all life was sacred, that he had no right to take the life of another, not even the Joker’s. But if life was so precious, wasn’t it their job to preserve it by removing those that would maim, mutilate and kill?
It’s a question he’s been wrestling with for almost two years, ever since that confrontation on the docks.
Even now, he’s not sure of the answer, but as the city burns, he does know one thing: he will do whatever it takes to save Gotham.
Did that include wounding a child? No, nor should that bullet have done so much damage. With his fucking luck, the kid was probably sporting a faulty chest plate. Damn it! As for Drake. Well, it was no great loss, but really that one was probably going to live too, given that the kitty-cat had still been in the cave when he’d left.
They don’t understand.
Some part of him is amused that the Network is focusing their precious time and resources on him. They should be going after Black Mask, since he’s the one intent on ravaging the city. But then, Goldie always did have all those family issues. He probably thinks that Daddy will blame him for his little brother’s behaviour. Now wouldn’t that be a hoot, if it happened? Since Jason isn’t guilty of what they all think.
Oh there are a few bodies that can be racked up to his account, but not nearly as many as the deflator mouse club think. No, most of those belong to someone else. Who, he’s not sure just yet, but he will find out. After he’s taken care of Black Mask.
Right now, he just needs to avoid the do-gooders’ long enough to accomplish that. Easier said than done. That lot is many things, but stupid isn’t one of them. And Golden Boy wants his head, judging by the comm chatter. Fine, whatever. They can dance later. For now, he needs to get to the docks. He’s got a date with an informant, though the little low life doesn’t know it yet.
A wicked little smile curves his lips as he leaps into the night, the cape snapping taunt behind him.