Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd
Role Player
But that's my name now.
Posts: 8
Title: Tomorrow Knight, Beyond, Batman Beyond, ex-Robin, Chirpy, Red Hood
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Post by Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd on Jan 17, 2015 2:43:10 GMT -5
(Placeholder for the canon story between Black Bat and Red Hood. More to come in the following days.)
Story By: Black Bat and Red Hood Heroes: Black Bat, Red Hood Villains: Red Hood, Untitled
Plot: What happens when the hot-head Red Hood goes to Hong Kong hunting for the Untitled? Black Bat is forced to make sure that the trigger-happy ex-Robin doesn't make a mess out of her city!
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Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd
Role Player
But that's my name now.
Posts: 8
Title: Tomorrow Knight, Beyond, Batman Beyond, ex-Robin, Chirpy, Red Hood
Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Post by Terry McGinnis/Jason Todd on Mar 26, 2015 16:20:14 GMT -5
A troubled murderer, a failure of a son, a wonderful place to deposit a crowbar and explosives. So many titles haunted him, so many names and insults that were hurled his way by people who he had once loved, or fought again. His real name? Jason Todd, once known as Robin the Boy Wonder, come back to life as Red Hood to torment his once adopted father, Batman, and to taunt and gain revenge against the one who took his life – Joker. Jason's role as Red Hood had been to try to clean up Gotham in his own way, to do what Batman could not and put a bullet into the heads of those who would not reform, who continued to escape time after time and put more innocent victims into the cold hard Earth in their war with the Dark Knight. Each battle had put him at odds with the family he had once been a part of, each mistake had driven him further and further away until he had become something he once fought against. A monster, a cold-hearted murderer who could not tell the difference from innocent by standards and those who deserved his wrath set upon them.
It was then that Red Hood, no, Jason Todd departed Gotham to search for his own way, to figure out where he had gone wrong and what it was he wished to be. The Family no longer viewed him as anything save an enemy – at least those who knew him personally and had been wronged by him – and the rest were simply taught to view him as a threat to the safety of themselves and the people of Gotham City. The city of his birth no longer held any ties for the wayward son of the Batfamily, and Jason had departed to better train himself, to find masters of martial arts who would have him and further his study in combat. But there was another reason too, a need to find a calling all his own – there was no way he could become Robin once more, no way he would fit in and reclaim his dream of one day claiming the mantle of Batman as his own. So what did that leave him with? A need for revenge, an ache to do something with himself beyond simply existing from nine-to-five as so many.
From city to city, continent to continent the man traveled, making his way as he saw fit, helping those he felt the desire to help, and even leaving the bodies he felt needed left in his wake. During his travels Jason would stumble upon a missing person's that caught his attention – people of government authority were said to go missing for a time, only to return with no memories of what had happened to them. Sure it sounded a bit unnatural, perhaps hinting that the government members were corrupt and out doing things they wanted off the record – nothing new to someone who grew up in Gotham. However it was the fact that those same members would begin to make grabs at grabbing more authority that caught the wayward Robin's eye. These 'missing people' would return, try to climb to higher ranks of government authority, and if they failed would end up missing again. The cycle would continue to happen, leading many to believe there were people pulling the strings; perhaps a terrorist organization or a dictator behind the scenes – common things for a third-world country. Jason Todd, however, found himself pulled into the plot first by his interest, and then by circumstance.
The story would end in the true criminal, a creature that feared no mortal weapons, being revealed to the younger Red Hood. In the battle that followed it would be Jason Todd that managed to defeat the creature, through a means he had yet to understand. And in doing so the young Gothamite would catch the eye of the All-Caste, an ancient group of warrior monks dedicated to fighting the creatures known as The Untitled – a creature Jason had already demonstrated the ability to combat against. These warrior Monks would influence the young Jason Todd, would bring them into his fold to try and train him against the Untitled – but most of all, against the rage and pain in his heart, against the corrupting that he had brought upon himself.
It is during this training that Jason Todd would find himself leaving the Chamber of All to undergo a quest all his own, a quest that would not take him back to Gotham City or to the road of travel, but to a great city where The Untitled were said to be plotting and growing power, a city that was under the watchful eye of a member of the Bat Family that Jason had known of from his time as Red Hood in Gotham – the Batgirl known as Cassandra Cain.
'Hong Kong, who the hell would have thought the Untitled would come to a place like this.' The late night was still bright with the lights of the city as Red Hood propped himself up on the rooftops. Unlike Gotham City, there always seemed to be activity in the foreign city, always seemed to be a hustle and bustle that was unique to such a large place. 'Then again, it is pretty easy to blend in.' Getting into the city hadn't been hard, a few faked passports and some funding from the All-Caste was all it took. Ducra, the leader of the warrior monks and Jason's mentor, hadn't been pleased when he demanded a chance to go on his own and aid one of the Bat Family.
“Your training isn't over, pup.” Ducra had argued, though her tone never seemed to lift above a calm scolding. “You'll get yourself killed, and all our work will be for nothing.” Despite the old woman's words and nature, Jason had known even then that she hadn't wanted him to go for his own sake. Ducra cared about him, treated him akin to a son, or grandson perhaps considering the woman's three-thousand years of age. But Jason had been stubborn and argued against it, had pushed and demanded a chance to test his training out – brash and stubborn, even as he had been as Robin so many years prior to his death.
But why now? It wasn't like there weren't other cities that the Untitled attacked, it wasn't like there weren't murders and crime going on all over the world with the wicked dark creature's intent laced all over them – even Gotham City had a few running around, though Jason's bitter thoughts wrote them off as Batman's problem at the time. The answer was simple – because there was a Bat Family member there, there was someone from the Family that hadn't truly gotten a chance to judge him beyond what he had been told...There was someone there he hadn't hurt with his own two hands. And that someone had an interesting past, something closer to his own – and yet, yet she was a part of the family with Batman's blessing. It interested the brash man, it made him curious on how it was Cassandra Cain, because yes the name Cain was known to Jason, found herself going from the daughter of an assassin to a Batgirl all in her own right.
“Find out how the fuck to get back to your own home.” The voice a mutter in the helmet covering Jason's face, those sharp blue eyes peering out into the night, trying to pick out anything below that caught his interest and could spring him into action. So far Red Hood had kept himself as quiet as possible, trying not to let himself be discovered before he could secure himself a hidden base of operations, a place to research the happenings of the city outside of the ever-watching eye of a Bat. There was always a chance that Batgirl – if that was even what she was going by at the time, as Jason hadn't a way of knowing yet – would report him in to Batman, and then he would find his time in Hong Kong much harder, and his mission impossible to complete.
But now that the base had been established and Red Hood had a means to keep his foothold in the city? It was time to make himself known, even if in small ways. He had to catch the interest of the female Bat, to bring her to seek him out, so that he could lead her onto the trail that he had found. The Untitled were hard at work in the city, government officials were already coming up missing or dead, all linked to different cartels and foreign gangs that seemed to be making power plays in Hong Kong. It was made to seem like each of these officials were tied in some way to illegal means, and the local police force were having trouble trying to find any particular links to which crime organization were assassinating the influential bodies.
There was nothing so simple about the situation – no each of those dead government agents were dead because they had gone against one particular person, someone who had planned to climb up to take over the government of Hong Kong. Name, face, position of power, Red Hood wasn't yet sure of who it was exactly, but he had been trained and informed of the Untitled's motive, of how they worked, and he had already been told one such creature (at least) was in the city. “Shit was easier in the old days, beat the fuck out of a clown, chase down a cat with sticky fingers.” The outlaw spoke out, eyes catching sight of an arms deal being struck up in one alleyway. Nothing major, Hood figured, just some handguns or rifles that the gangs wanted moved. “Well, not going to catch the eye of any bat by sitting the fuck around.”
And with that Red Hood would go to work, a night spent leaving his tell-tale mark over different criminals. Gunshot wounds, stories of a man wearing a red bat upon his chest – a logo he had reclaimed for himself in leaving the All-Caste versus the skull he had worn in Gotham – and the fact he never seemed to kill anyone. It would have been easier to put bullets into the heads of the criminals, easier to put them into the ground where they belonged – but Red Hood was wise enough to know if he started to do that, well, shit would go really bad for him soon as a Bat, any Bat, caught his trail.
Of course, being known in the city didn't always mean it would be by the right people...
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