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Red Hood
Legacy Name: Red Hood

The Bloodred Telenine
Owner: hell

Age: 9 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 30th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 30th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 10
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 13
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 15
   
• HP: 15/15
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

the second son

(just a warning that this is written with the pairing jaytim in mind)

Ah, good ol’ Gotham. There was just something about the shit hole that always brought him back no matter how far away he gets. He grew up here, his life actually growing up should tell him just how much he should hate it.

And he does, he hates it, hates the drug dealers and the criminals. For every asshole he knocks down, eight get up in return.

Jason was currently sitting on the ledge of a tall building, his helmet next to him. He was nursing a cigarette as he watched the streets below. His fingers tapped a beat against his thigh, it was a catchy song he heard of the radio. Taylor swift, he thinks.

“Taking a break and you didn’t even tell me,” a voice to his side said.

He grinned, “Well, you were kinda busy with a guy.”

“If you would have told me, I wouldn’t have taken so long, I’m offended.” Jason looked over to the other vigilante. Red Robin stood there, arms crossed over his chest. Too bad he couldn’t see the leer Jason was sending him under his domino mask.

“Oh come on, babybird, I’ve only been sitting here for like 5 minutes. Here, you big baby,” he put his cigarette between his lips and reached over on the other side of his helmet and pulled up something that was wrapped in tin foil. “Just don’t let Alfred know you’re eating that, or I’m droppin’ your ass like a hot potato.”

No one ever wants to be on Alfred’s bad side.

Red Robin walked up beside him and took the treat, as well as plucked his cigarette from his lips.

Jason watched in a mix of mild irritation and awe as he watched the younger vigilante take a puff, before handing it back.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m telling Dick!”

“Do it and you’re sleeping on the couch for a year.” Tim knew just how low to hit him. He might as well just take out his knee caps.

“Fine, you fiend,” he paused, then added. “It was kind of hot, though.”

He knew Tim was rolling his eyes behind his domino mask and grinned.

“You’re a child. A literal child. How does no one else see this?” Tim sat next to him on the ledge and partook in the chili cheese dog Jason got for him.

“You’re not wrong.”

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