“No Bats, you don’t get it! If I take one piece of scum off the street permanently, you won’t later find, say ten dead bodies of children that were trafficked by them!” Hood growled at the dark shadow facing him.
“Hood. If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remains the same.” Jason grimaced behind his helmet, uneasy about the way Batman said his chosen name, remembering how he once similarly said, Robin, disapproving, benching him for even the slightest mista-No. Not going down memory lane tonight.
“Yes, but if I were to kill a hundred killers (which I have by the way) then it goes down by 99!” He rejoined, angry at his momentary weakness.
Red Robin interjected, “That’s… not mathematically incorrect…”
“See! Even your little birdy agrees!” Jason said, still not sure how to feel about his replacement. Even if he decided not to go through with his plan for Titan’s Tower, it was a near thing. Any moment the green could rise again, and he might do what he swore to never attempt. No more dead robins.
“That's not really what I said,” Drake replied uneasily. “Nor do I think that you are entirely wrong in that argument. Think about it B,” he continued as the big bat tried to stop him. “If the right person, who could be trusted to not lose their minds, could kill rapists and murders without becoming one themself, then while they are still a killer they are more like the military in that respect, rather than any of the villains we fight right now. Of course, that is obviously still wrong, but not as wrong as leaving them to reenter the streets after they escape.”
“...” Jason and Bruce stared at Red Robin, wondering if he had been possessed at some point.
“Ummmmm… not gonna lie that’s pretty much how I think. I may be a killer, but then there are fewer psychos out there. One self-contained killer versus 100 psychopathic murders and rapists.”
“Red Robin. What did I say about conversing with Hood.”
“Not to. But if we can’t get him to stop using our logic and morals, why can’t we get him to stop using his?”
“Well. That is not gonna happen. But kudos to the attempt, pretty well thought out for a shrimp like you.” Jason snarked at the trio. Robin still hadn’t moved from where he was shielded by Batman and Red Robin, not speaking either.
“Batman, let us defeat this cretin and throw him in Arkham. Perhaps next to the Joker, as he seems to admire him so much.” Robin suddenly joined in from behind Bruce, apparently deciding not to listen to their father either.
Jason did not hear B’s reply, too busy fighting down the panic attack at his name, and the thought of hearing him day and night. If that happened, he would go crazy, lost to the green. Suddenly, he dodged a Batarang aimed at his throat and snarled. It seemed the temporary truce (or rather the bats trying to miraculously convert him to their pathetic ideology) was over.
“See ya idiots.” he laughed, forcing down his anger and panic as he swung away, easily evading the traps they had set earlier. “Maybe next time.”
