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[angry_robin]

R E D     H O O D

There it isn't much to see. It's just a plain account on MySpace - painful red letters against a black background - with a few links to homonymic accounts on FaceBook, Tumblr and Twitter.

All the pages display the same message.

Let the punishment fit the crime.
The same out of focus photos. The same impressive number of hits.

Scared

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[broodingbat]

Bruce looks at the page he found as he was trying to locate any virtual trace of Jason. He frowns. Deeply. This isn't the person he knew. Of course not. He's been changed by his experiences but this. This goes beyond that. Jason isn't like.

It.

He frowns. More. Then puts those feelings to the back of his mind. First he must stop Jason, then he can worry about figuring out how deep the damage runs.

For now he can use this, set something up that is too tempting. Something that he can(hopefully) relate to.

Message: Mr. Redhood? I need help. the police can't help me. They say there is nothing they can do. My Ex. He. He hurt me. Badly. But his father is close the Mayor and he has a fancy lawyer. I'm afraid. I KNOW he'll come for me again. His name is Rex Baston.

Bruce knows Baston and his father. They ARE a piece of work. But not this level. He will just have to convince the man to leave town for a couple of days so that the Bat can take up residence and wait for Jason.

[angry_robin]

The message rolls in his mail box, after a mail of insults and right before a love letter. Love letter. Weird. Despite himself, the right corner of Jason's mouth quirks upwards.

He clicks the love message closed. He clicks the mail from the anon-damsel-in-the-shit-up-to-her-neck open.

Jason blinks, reads the message twice. Then his eyes narrows. That smells like bullshit. A south-american motherfucker come to his mind. And a balcony. Sure it smells like bullshit.

Yet... yet...

"Rex," Jason grumbles, "lemme see if I gotta come and dust your ass, dude". He clicks "reply" and writes:

Sleep easy princess.

[broodingbat]

There is a reply. And something in his heart breaks. Jason. The boy that he'd raised, taught. The boy that cared so much for those he saw as powerless.

The events with Felipe Garzonas and poor Gloria Stanson had taken a toll on the boy, shaking him deeply. To this day, Bruce doesn't know what truly happened on that balcony. HE wants to believe that Jason is blameless as he claimed, but there was so much rage in him then, it was all to easy to see things in light of that.

Is that where it had started to all go wrong? Or was it something deeper then that? Before they ever met?

Such musings are useless. He has to go prepare. There are 6 hours at most, not a lot of time, but he'll make it work. He has too.

(OOC: Moving to To Catch a Hood)

[gctopcop]

Gordon looks at the report on his desk and pours himself another cup of coffee. He doesn't like this, not one bit.

He debates putting up the signal, but decides against it. Batman has to know already. And if the mayor's office decides to use this as an excuse to crack down on all vigilantes, well, Batman probably will know it sooner than he does as well.

For now, he's got a job to do. Or at least, his daughter does.

He picks up the phone. "Barbara, I need a favor..."

nping Babs since we're not sure we have one, feel free to demand a rewrite

[shahzadalghul]

Damian had been growling over his homework assignment, to catch him up. He had been told to read the Secret Garden and review it. It was the most maudlin book he had ever met and completely pointless.

A screen popped up on his computer. "Let's see how good you are, junior...trace this webpage for my father...-O," a message said.

Damian grinned savagely. He had a score to settle with Jason Todd. After assuring he could handle this, he got to work tracing the IP address and internet server. He could hack into the Myspace website, but that would take too long. All he could tell was that Todd was signal jumping, and crashing it wouldn't help.

He would keep track of the signals and triangulate them.