Now You Know

January 04, 2019:

After Jason and Lena escape the Hand, Jason realizes something the Bat could never fully explain.

Gotham City

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Fade In…

*

Lena watches after Slade, blinking behind her visor and only offering a nod. Any protest to Jason is muted, her body folded up and yanked away from the rooftop as she clings to the Hood, swinging off to whereever it was she was taking her. Shivering now as she palms the core protectively, the spread of it rolling frost along the Hood's back. It took a great deal to make Lena cold, but that glowing rod that fit into her gun was surely doing the trick. "S-st-stt-stop. I n-n-nnneed to p-put it b-back…" She stammers, her teeth jittering as she starts to sink up and against him.

*

Red Hood swings up and away from the fight, cutting through the city fog. The grapple retracts as they go, pulling them even hire up. After what probably seems like an eternity, the swing to rest on a rooftop. Jason lets her go with a grumble, feeling the cold on himself. He doesn't drop her, actually lets her go gingerly on her feet. He turns to see if they were followed at all, dropping a magazine from his pistol and reloading a fresh one.

*

Resting down, the girl slips onto her knees and prys the gun off her thigh. She grunts, prying her fingers off the core with a bit of brute strength; pity it was with her already injured arm. The core drops and she flexes her digits, trying to get feeling back into them, all while latching open her weapon. Slipping the core back into place, she clicks the contraption shut and sighs, magging it back against her thigh. Peering Hood's way, she blinks and feels everything that just happened catching up to her. With a scramble she slides to a stop at the side of the building, her torso arching over it as she waits for a kick of nausea to wash over her and be gone. Thankfully, at least the color of her arm starts returning to normal and the frost melts, albeit slowly.

*

"How is your arm?" Jason asks, a softer tone creeping into his voice. "Still bleeding, or did the foam work?" He reholsters the pistol and turns back to her, siloheutted against the lights of Gotham. "Now, mind telling me why both the Hand and Deathstroke are coming after you? You have quite a dangerous list of enemies." He gazes back, the photo-lenses over his eyes glowing slightly red.

*

Thankfully, she doesn't send chunks flying down onto some unsuspecting Gothamite. That's all she needs, more of her DNA scattered across this city. Rolling back, she slumps, resting on her rump and slipping down, shoulders against the brim of the roof, her legs sprawling out. Her eyes flick upward, taking in Hood's face. Given the angle, and slender design of her silver visors, he can see a frosty set of blues looking his way. "Which one?" She asks in regards to her arm. "Oh, yeah. I'm cool." She attempts to muse, even if the arm itself is swollen in places, with offcasts of violet and red. At his next question, she shrugs, that alone causing her to hiss in pain. "Couldn't tell you. Didn't know Hands were also stereotypes and a Deathstroke was real. Nor do I have any idea why either would give a damn about me. Never did before I got to this place. Guess Gotham is special like that."

*

"You walked into my territory and started bleeding," Jason says with a chuckle. "That got my attention. Deathstroke said something about an item. What did you steal?" The Red Hood knews down, examining Lena's arm gently turning it to examine the bruising. For someone who just shot ninjas and ran through the city, his touch is very gentle.

*

Lena growls lightly, but she doesn't move from his touch. The blood there was crusting and drying, some of it having iced over given her previous weapon of choice and its rampant use. The foam had did its job, but a proper set of stitches would be needed eventually. The wounds were tender, still raw, obtained just moments before he met her originally in the alley way. It was a defensive wound, a block or guard that ripped right through the arm of her puffy jacket without any problems. Nothing was too damaged, but the blood loss probably wasn't fun for her. "A pretty. What else is worth stealing?" She answers with a smirk on her face.

*

"I can think of a few things personally," The Red Hood growls, examining the wound carefully and it's extent. "Practical things. Guns, explosives, and information." Jason reaches back to his belt, and he removes some first aid supplies. He brings out a pouch, rolling it around in his hands. There is a slight cracking noise, and Jason places the pouch onto her bare skin. "This might help," He grumbles. "Again, what was it?" He starts to clean the deep cut carefully.

*

Lena resists the urge to kick, the cleaning and digging at the touchy skin not the best feeling in the world. Gritting her teeth, she closes her eyes and slumps all the more, arm out and breathing. "Practical, I guess. Money is always practical. Look, I don't ask /all/ the questions, that's no fun. I get a job, I do it. I'm good at my job." She explains, her voice still hinting with an air of snark behind it. "I told you, it was a pretty lil thing someone wanted and someone else had. Professional courtesy and all, I can't tell you what or who." A pause, she glances up his way and then to her arm. "You need me to steal something for you, I can. Call it…paying you back for helping me."

*

"You want to pay me back?" Jason says, looking directly at Lena. "Stop stealing shit. You want to do me a favor? Tell me what you stole and who wants it." He wraps the wound with a thick bandage. "Starting to sound like Batman," He grumbles to himself, his brow furrowing beneath his mask. "You may be good, and have some awesome tricks. One day though, you are going to catch a bullet."

*

The girl stares, silent for a moment, and then chuckles. Giggles almost. "You…think that's going to work? That's like saying 'Oh, you're sad? Well stop it, be happy'." One nostril twitches as she glances back down at her arm. "Sorry, Red Dead, no can do. You have your ways, I have mine." At the request for information once more, her lips close and her attention seems to skip about the rooftop. "Guess when that day comes I'll need better protection." She decides.

*

"It didn't work for me," Jason says with a very serious tone. "All I can say is that I've been through shit that will turn your hair white." He stands, looming over Lena but not threateningly. "Cold, you are going to get into shit that won't end well. Better to get out now before you lose your soul…maybe literally."

*

Lena remains silent, looking at her arm and giving her neck a soft touch. Moving to stand, she grunts with the effort, readjusting her side bag's strap across her chest. "We've all been through shit, Red. That's why we do the things we do. No normal person does these things." She murmurs, the cold air kicking about her dark locks. "There's no getting out when you have a purpose, is there? I'll deal with it. Always have, always will. Besides, look at you. Being all 'hero' to a thief like me. Guess what you waded against was for the better, hmm?"

*

"Not convinced of that yet," Jason replies, watching her rises with his eyes narrowed. "There is always a way out. I could have gotten out at any time, but it's too late for me. It isn't too late for you. Put your gun up…or don't use it for stealing things. Rise above or get out. You may not get another chance at that."

*

Sighing, she shakes her head. "That's not how this works. If you can get out and don't, then you don't want to. You're where you want to be. No one keeps you where you are, under that mask, except yourself. For whatever reason, you do what you do. Pride. Atonement. The want to make someone take notice and embrace you. Revenge. Hate. Love. Whatever you call it, it's because of you." Her fingers rest on the gun, broken for now but probably not down and out for long. She scoffs, "You do sound like the Bat. If you're done with the lecture, I'm going to go now."

*

Red Hood is quiet for a long moment. "One chance," He says quietly. "You get one. Next time, I'm taking you down. Maybe permanently." He stands motionless, but his hands rest on the handles of his pistols encase she gets any bad ideas. "Go if you can."

*

Lena stares, squaring up against the figure that most mooks in Gotham feared almost as much as the Bat (some more so.) Taking a breath, she turns to leave, rolling her shoulder and grumbling at the ache it ripples down her limb. The climb down was going to be a pain. Literally.

*

Red Hood watches her go without stopping her. As she gets away and out of earshot, he seems to let out a breath and deflate slightly. "God Damnit Jason," He sighs, turning to look over the Gotham skyline. "Now you know why Bruce lets Selina get away with it." He takes out another grapple, hurling it out and swinging away like the Bat he was trained to be.

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