When he cut the man's throat, his eyes betrayed no pain but confusion. Truly, no creature can understand him, the mysterious man who calls himself the Red Hood. Many bold enough to consider that they knew him but didn't know him.
The chap whose name he can't remember is on his knees, gasping for air futilely. Red Hood crouches down, he took the man face into his hands, eyes observing It until it finally dies. He let go and the body slides down into the cold dirty floor. The gallery only watches quietly.
They Know, the man in charge is the alpha in the room---someone they shouldn't mess with. It was a consensual understanding of the ranks. Nobody gonna question the Red Hood, even if his demand is dubious.
Red Hood wiped his blade on the corpse clothes, feeling it clean he slipped it inside his frock coat, sliding it between belt and trousers, secured out of sight. He rose, rubbed his cleats hard against the stone floor to removes excess blood that he so nonchalantly stepped on.
"Now, Gents.... any more questions? any more...mutiny?"
When no one answers, Red Hood kicked the nearest man until he was coughing blood.
"Your answer Gentlemen??" He screeches like a banshee, a male banshee.
"No Sir!! No Question!!" All the crooks all joined in the choirs of answer.
"Then do your part nicely. No Slip-Ups." The Red Hood said this with a smile on his face, but no underling of his know what he actually feels. An unpredictable man of power is dangerous, all the weak can do is to obey.
Red Hood Gang was a minor gang of petty-criminals and bank-robbers. It was a certain project of a man bored out of his mind, which he believes to be a stimulation for his mood improvement, just a man trying to feel something. Besides learning new things are his forte, and Money is a surplus of his project. Of course, many cruel deaths were involved---but hey, everybody dies in the end, he just accelerated the process, it save them the suffering from the joke of living, isn't that good?
When all the crooks scattering around, preparing for a bank break-in, Red Hood saw from the corners of his eyes a movement smooth enough not to get caught by anyone's attention, a little bit clumsy but skilled, like petty thieves---or a spy.
His guts feeling were never wrong, there is something unexpected happening outside of his design, and he didn't like that. He grabs a gun from one of the crooks and goes to pursue the mysterious individual infiltrating his ranks.
He found it, no---him. The mysterious individual seem like a man in his mid 30's, his body was quite bulky with no apparent muscle mass seen, it was neatly wrapped in a black suit.
He seems to have a secret conversation with someone, there is statics that can be heard.
"The plan is in motion, the red gangs are going to rob Gotham Bank tomorrow."
"--und---tand----mas---ce----will pre--re"
The static is strong, its hard to know what the recipient talk about.
The one thing he knows is someone wants to get in his way, interesting. But no one can spoil his fun like this, not on his watch.
Sneakily, with almost no sound Red Hood stood behind the mysterious man and then point the gun to the back of his head. The mysterious man stiffened and then relaxes.
"You don't have to do this." The mysterious man said strangely calm, but Red Hood caught the mismatched voice. he sounds old, or want to be taken as one....but the unconscious lilt just confirms Red Hood Suspicions. This one is not really a man, young adult perhaps. How weird, He looks like he came with preparation, he looks like a menacing crook with that towering big body of his and a rough deep man voice, but it sounds so fake to Red Hood eyes.
"No of course not mysterious man, but can you blame me for trying?"
The mysterious man expertly dodges the gun line and then lunge for a body blow, he missed. Red Hood had more agility then the man expected. Red hood takes aim and the gun is fired, it missed by an inch. the mysterious man's face is torn, a piece is dangling, but no blood can be seen.
"Are you...using a mask? let me guess, latex? my my...someone dresses to impress." Now it makes all sense, the mismatched voice, the weirdly hulking body, the man in front of him is wearing a suit, a costume to delude in what manner his identity really is.
Red Hood smiles widen, to be truthful he doesn't like smiling, his muscle face makes it hurt when he smiles, especially the cheek and jaws. his mouth is wide enough to make his face look split.
He smiles anyway, it didn't bother him as much as he thinks it will. Not when an intriguing person is in his line of sight, looking fiercely at him with amber in his eyes. Red Hood knows that look well, that smoldering ember of passion and ambition, it was the look of a man with a mission, he himself is one.
Is this gonna be a fight to the death? Red Hood starts to shoot again, The man dodges expertly and dive from the roofs, Not all of Red Hood shot missed its marks because pearly red blood spurted from the mysterious man's shoulder. Red Hood looks down below, ready to saw a splat on the ground, but again...surprise---the mysterious man is gone without a trace, making Red Hood feels he just fought a ghost.
A faint sound of laughter can be heard in the background while the struggling mysterious man is fleeing to safety ---leaving blood on his trails.
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The Next Day, The Red Hood Gang bust into Gotham Banks. It was done swiftly, no police get any notification for at least twenty minutes before the gang successfully get all the money, golds, jewelry from the wealthy Gothamites in the building. The security staff are all dead, and so is the receptionists...their hand tends to get rather---pushy for buttons.
Everybody is ready to leave, but then something unexpected happens, Tear Gas suddenly filled the room. The Police aren't here yet! Who? Who----Ah, something clicked inside Red hood mind, It was that one, the rat on the roof.
True to his suspicions, the man appeared stalking in the corner of the room, in the shadow of statues, this time in a fat suit--started to take down his goons one by one with incredible speed.
"Oh dear me, what am I gonna do with you? HaHaHAHAhaHaHAhaha!" it was irritating and amusing at the same time. His laughter echoes with a weird vibrating sound like he was almost underwater yet the clear screeching always the highlight of his laughing tantrums. It was a sound uniquely belong to him.
The mysterious figure seems like he was making his moves towards him. And a Punch landed in his stomach, lifting him at least 2 cm from the ground. "Ooof" Red Hood felt that one. For sure the man in the costume pack one means punch.
In retaliation he slashes his knife deep into the costume man's stomach, It seems the fat suit is thicker than he thinks. The flabby stomach latex was dangling and he can see the inside of it, a six-pack wrapped with a black suit. A suit inside a suit, this person in front of him never ceases to amuse him.
The Man Kicked his knife out of his hand, but he slipped because of the dangling latex, all on four he was, quite a sight to see.
Red Hood run to the nearest goons to take away M60 machine guns and started shooting randomly, preferably to where the hostages are....the heroic type will come to the rescue. And that is his cue to retreat.
"Fall Back!! NOW!!" He barks orders while still laughing. It was a hasty retreat, but it has done its purpose. The big haul is his. He doesn't need to look back.
He Doesn't need to see how the mysterious man in the fat suit looks at him with such hatred and rage, nor the state of some hostages body who are riddled with bullets looks eerily like a bee nest.
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After the successful robbery, it was constant skirmishes he had with the mysterious man--the Vigilante. He was so RELENTLESS.--- it was borderline annoying, but as time goes by it was surprisingly fun. It feels like he got a playmate. Red Hood started to dream then, in his whole life he never dreams...but these days he did. And all the dreams all centered around the certain vigilante. Never did once he was interested in something or someone like this. It was disappointing when the object of his interest isn't there to see him in all his glory, gun blazing --- scream of terror everywhere as the background music of hell on earth.
But the thing with that vigilante is, he always came to surprise. Like in birthday parties. Red Hood started to laugh uncontrollably, how he wants to meet him---play with him, he can't wait.
His wish comes true sooner than he thought, When the gang is dividing loot in a secret base of theirs---the Ace Chemicals, the vigilante appeared. He swooped down from the sky, crushing the glass, Dressed all black and menacing. The goons have terror in their eyes, they know this creature....the vigilante who will break their bones, sweeping them all out from the street and put them in bars to rot. Invincible mythical creatures called himself as the Batman.
He was a man wearing a flying rat suit, but he was a myth in Gotham. The superstitious bunch is hilarious. Red hood decides to look at the creature falling from heaven, there is a beauty and an air of royalty cames in a wave. Batman was sculpted like an art masterpiece, but who is his maestro?
"What manner of creatures are you?" Red Hood pupils widening, there is a wonder in his voice. The Grey World that he always in suddenly burst into colors, and all he can see from around him...is this deadly dark creature who rises from ashes, it was dare he said it---almost magical.
The Batman starts to jump, one kick and 2 of his goons are down unconscious. And just like that, he takes down everyone with a move that isn't human. It was only Him and the Batman Now, he knows that taste of punch personally, knows the telltales of the way batman moves and the lilt in his gruff distorted voice.
"It's you in there isn't it? our little vigilante!! You're good my friend! Did you ditch the fat suit? And what are you? six-foot and two? Hot damn and you have ME convinced--HA! Fantastic!"
Another Punch to his jaw, to his epigastrium, and wow does that hurt---in a good way. He was addicted to the pain inflicted by this Batman, no way in his life he would think this way---he was the type who can hold a grudge, but somehow..for this creature he was ready to lay it all bare and receive with unconditional agape. What is happening to him? This was something entirely new. And he seriously can't get enough of that burning gaze of batman directed only at him, it made his body shivers with excitement.
There is a big explosion that shakes the entire building, it shakes the railing. The Blood makes him slipped up, almost make him tumbling down to the chemicals below. The railing broke in two and he falls, Batman caught him by the coat, "Hang On!!" He screams.
"My Dear Vigilante, it seems you've evolved."
"Grab my hand!"
"No, See? its only just beginning."
Red Hood let go of his coat and plunged into the green venom below, A genuine smile finally adorning his face.
