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From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

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Lead the way.

Batgirl sighed, though not through her communicator, shaking her head in slight. Starting up her bike and heading out, the young vigilante made careful use of balance as she began to pick up speed, her cape fluttering behind her. Sleet had started to fall again, negating the patches of snow that had gathered on the ground, turning them into ice and causing her to draw a curve short of her own street and towards the nearest of Jason’s “secret” safehouses.

Nothing was a secret to Barbara Gordon.

She parked as discreetly as possible, waiting for the Red Hood to arrive as she stepped clear of the vehicle and adjusted her cowl, cutting the transmitter and locator off… just in case. No need for Bruce to be snooping about.

Jason pulled his bike in next to hers. He knew where they were but she was not supposed to know this location belonged to him. There really was nothing she didn’t know. He removed his helmet and dismounted his ride, walking over to help her up the ire escape and into the window on the second story. There was no ground access. Ground access made it easier to be targeted by his, their, numerous enemies.

Once inside Jason shed his clothes into a messy puddle right by the window. He began to take various pieces of Barbara’s suit off as well,letting them drop in a trail as he led her towards the bedroom. He kissed her lips, without so much as word, he kissed them again. He thought about the way the night had unfolded. How the two behemoths they had just fought had nearly killed the both of them. He didn’t like that she had taken a beating and that he wasn’t able to avert it. He didn’t want to think of what he would do if anything happened to her. In fact, right now, all he could think about was how sexy she looked with once boot on, her cowl pulled up, and her bat suit peeled halfway off exposing her perfectly round breasts. He wanted nothing more than to lay her down and to climb on top of her for a very rough, yet passionate, lovemaking session. Unfortunately, that would have to wait.

Tap, tap, tap. The sound was coming from the window. Jason looked over his shoulder and saw her there. Kara Zor-El. Supergirl. She apparently didn’t believe in phones, and what was more disturbing was that she too, knew the location of one of his “secret” houses. She opened the window and let herself in. Kara was young, and even a bit naive. She still wasn’t accustomed to the way the people of earth behaved, and saw no issue with intruding upon the private moment being shared between jay and Babs.

“Does everyone know where my secret hideouts are?”

From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

”I don’t care, just… anywhere but here.” The redhead mumbled, staring towards the massive fire as she began to take broken, but more competent steps atop the heated, bloodied concrete, “When— unnh —we get back… I’ll call Bruce…. don’t jump… jump to conclusions so fast…” Who knew what else was out there? If the two of them alone were pitted against Killer Croc and Bane, what might Luthor have in mind for the Batman himself..?

They shouldn’t be leaving him to it… At least to know he had backup…

”This feels wrong…” she half-whispered.

Jason followed Barbara back to where they had left the bikes. He looked at her one more time and determined that she was fit to ride, then hopped onto his red Ducati.

"Lead the way, love." He radioed to Batgirl through the transmitter in his helmet, just before firing up his bike. He didn't wait for a response, instead ording his interface to contact Kara Zor-El.

"Kara, I know its been a while since we talked but I need your help. I need you to meet me in Gotham. Soon. Its extremely imprtant, and it involves Luthor." He left the message and looked back at the woman in the black suit and cowl in front of him. "Whenever you are ready, take it as slow as you need to. I know you took some pretty serious hits back there."

From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

”It’s business.” Barbara mumbled, waving a hand dismissively, blinking again, her vision coming in a bit more clearly now. She made a point of standing on her own, though did not avoid Jason’s touch, “I wouldn’t expect you to tell me not to talk to Dick. But…” She nodded, as if in a late response to his comment about getting out of there, motioning in a direction that was… away… and beginning to walk, “Would she be safe?”

"I dont know what Bruces deal is. Why wont he answer? Maybe I was wrong, I, dammit I knew I shouldnt have opened back up to him." Jason slammed a fist against the wall.

"Listen, Babs, if there is one thing I know about Kara, its that shes fucking indestructible. Besides, Luthors got some sick infatuation with her. He wont harm her. Ill tell her to go talk to him. I'm so done with this scene though. My body aches and I know you probably are hurting worse than me. Lets get out of here. My place or yours?"

From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

”J-… Jason…” The young vigilante’s voice barely surpassed a mumble. She could feel her head reeling, aching, her back straining as she tried to move… everything was still a blur, but Jason… Jason, she could comprehend. Her head dipped to the side, the cool leather of his jacket against her bruised, dirtied face… ”…can’t call Bruce. There’s still… the fire…” Her legs shifted, her form twisted in his arms, and she made a damned-hopeful attempt to stand, yellow-gloved hands grasping at Red Hood’s shoulders for support as she did so. Clarity began to come buzzing back, slowly… in little flashes and pieces. Her head hurt, but she could only assume at this point that there was no permanent damage for her to worry about… ”Those two… Lex… LexCorp…” Damnit, damnit, damnit. Make sense! Barbara groaned, gripping the side of her cowl as she blinked hard at the remains of the struggle. Fuzz, nothing but fuzz… thoughts were scattered, skull was spinning, stomach sick and bones achy… Check… check for a concussion… call Bruce… can’t call Bruce… he’ll worry… With a heave of kinetic strength, the young woman forced herself to her feet, still holding on to Jason, and then the wall, and then nothing. Her stance was dizzied, awkward, wavering… her cape swayed, accentuating the subtlety of her own lack of balance. ”Call Bruce…” She breathed, staring at the hazy vision of flames beyond them and taking a long pause between speaking, “And look at my pupils… and then someone… s-someone needs to talk to Luthor…”

He looked at Batgirl, unsteady and swaying back and forth, then went to her and put an arm around her waist.

"Are you sure you are ok? I had intended to get you out of here. The fires can wait. I already called Bruce, but, he isnt answering. I'm not sure, but maybe we still aren't on those terms yet."

Jason hugged her tightly and llooked into her eyes, "Your pupils are fine, I don't think youve had any serious head trauma. Lucky for Bane, I'd have gone back to take more than his hand otherwise."

He glanced back at the towers that were burning, " I've got just the thing for Luthor, although, I hope you won't get too angry." Jason turned back towards her, "I can contact Kara, have her go talk to him. Of course, if you'd rather I not speak to her, I understand. It only lasted a couple weeks We were never really that serious, her and I. She wanted commitment and I knew she wasn't the one. Still, it could be awkward."

From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

calculatedvigilance: The tank of a man was strong, but Batgirl was quick, which in reality, was her only saving grace in this fight. Smoke bombs, strategically placed, and a few batarangs were wasted against Bane, only stalling him, and only for seconds as a time, allowing Barbara to occasionally create a slightly more tolerable gap between the two of them. He’d swung at her a good ten to fifteen times, and on the fourth, ninth, and fifteenth time, connected, knocking her flat backwards on the last. Crack! That wasn’t a good sound for a skull to make… The young woman released a groan, forcing her eyes open, only slits, through which she could see the blurred vision of Bane coming towards her, tubes weaving in and out of his stature gleaming like ropes of neon emerald against the manmade fires behind him. The ground seemed to shake beneath each step that he took, but Batgirl knew better… he wasn’t that big. He wasn’t that strong. ”Red… H—…” Her throat ached as the words scraped out into her communicator, one yellow-gloved hand extending as a flimsy shield, her cowled head dipping downward, face level to the pavement. The scent of her own blood, chemical smoke, ice, and the salt spread out to melt it hours ago filled her senses, widening her eyes. Her own blood. Batgirl scrambled to her feet, heels scraping against the concrete, the flames of the fire rushing heated wind towards her with a sickening sort of wave that only augmented the dizziness of rising too quickly… Bane’s fist was coming again… he was speaking, but she had no patience or attention to process the words through his mask or his accent. She ducked, rolling to the side, once again grounded…

Red Hood watched in horror as the distance between Batgirl and himself was just too far to close in time. He saw her take a blow from the Monster Bane, go flying backwards through the air, and violently crack her head against the pavement. He saw the blood running from her mouth and nose. The bruising that had already started to develop on her delicate face, the face that he had kissed earlier that day, the face of the woman he loved. The one person that he would stop at nothing to protect.

Bane wasn't finished. He was closing on her again as she barely moved on the snow and ice covered parking lot. If she was still alive, She wouldn't be for long. Not if that jiuced up monster was allowed to reach her again.

In that instant something inside of Jason snapped. He was no longer the Red Hood. No longer the calculating master of vigilance that years under the tutelage of Batman and various experts of world class skill that he had become. No, in that instant he was the scared little boy that had stolen the wheels off of the Batmobile all those years ago. The scared little boy who had learned through hardship and struggle to do whatever it took to survive. The reckless, angry, and confused little boy, only now that scared little boy had the elite skills to unleash hell on an entire host of thugs. Bane may have been inhumanely strong, but there was only one of him.

That scared little boy that Jason had devolved into was operating on instinct alone. Blind instinct. You can chase an animal and have it running in fear, but as soon as you corner it, it will fight. Fight for it's life. Bane had cornered Jason, and he wasn't just fighting for his life. He was fighting for the life of the one thing that made sense to him in this world. Barbara.

The Red Hood leaped out between the monster and the broken woman struggling to get to her feet. As Bane swung at him he didn't bother to dodge the attack. No, instead he stood firm and braced for the impact. As the monster swung full force, it knew it would connect. Knew that this blow would likely crush the skull of the little man in the red helmet, and a smile spread his lips behind his mask.

The blow never connected. Banes face turned from elation to confusion, and from confusion to terror. He couldn't understand how he had missed. Then it hit him, pain, pain so severe he wanted no more of this fight. He looked down at his right hand, what should have been his right hand, but there was nothing. A bloody stump where a mighty fist had been just moments before.

Jason had stood his ground and braced for impact, but the impact never came. He had instinctively baited Bane into thinking he had a killing blow on the way, only to throw his knife up at the last second, using the momentum of Banes own punch to press against the blade and sever the monster's hand.

In the moment of confusion/horror that had overtaken Bane, Jason reacted faster than lightning, and before the hand had even hit the ground he had reversed direction and severed the tubes supplying the venom to banes bloodstream. As the diminishing man writhed in agony on the ground Jason turned and scooped Batgirl up in his arms, Using the transmitter in his Helmet he radioed the Batman.

"Bruce? It's Jason. I... I need you..."

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From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

She was barely conscious to the warning by the time Jason’s voice hit the communicator embedded in her cowl, already tunneling her focus in on the reptilian being now towering over her. Yellow boots scraped against the cracked and unmanaged concrete as she stepped backwards, staring upward. The creature let out a grotesque chortle, leaning down to inhale the scent of his victim and just missing her as she dodged backwards, one hand snapping to her utility belt to slide a batarang free.

With a quick backwards draw, Batgirl wound up, and flung her arm out, releasing the little bat-shaped blade. It struck, leaving a trail of crimson along the Killer Croc’s upper arm, but seeming to affect him as nothing more than a minor distraction… distraction enough, though, for the young woman to dash about to his other side, meticulously evading the massive, swinging tail of the beast. Her gaze darted from the reptile to the masked muscle, and then to Jason.

Jason… Jason! He’d taken a hard fall. Bane was advancing again.

”Red Hood!”

Barbara yelled as she sprung past the villain once more, a clawed hand thrashing at her. She reached into her belt and snatched a handful of small, popping fireworks, throwing them behind her, before jumping to launch a flying side-kick into Bane.

The Red Hood stood fully upright and drew his other gun. He closed his eyes and shook his head to free the cobwebs and attempt to right his vision completely. When he opened his eyes it was sharp, his temple throbbed but he could see. What he saw, however, sent him into a rage.

Batgirl was flying mid air in a side-kick launched directly at Bane's exposed ribcage. Bane, in his haste to close on the Red Hood, was oblivious to the woman in the cape and bat eared cowl as she connected foot to midsection with laser like precision. The woman's diminutive size, in comparison to the mountain of muscle she was attacking, did little to deter the monster. Her weight versus his alone wouldn't have been enough to even stagger Bane.

Had Jason not been so enraged at the thought of Bane tearing his beloved Barbara literally in half, he would have thought about the fact that she was more than capable of handling herself in a one on one fight against even the strongest of foes.

Batgirl connected with heeled boot to rib in such a precise location, she damn near collapsed a lung. Bane stopped in his tracks, immediately focusing his attention on the much smaller woman. To make matters worse, Killer Croc had regained his composure and was methodically making his way to the two combatants, taking a route that put Batgirl between Bane and himself.

She doesn't see him, can't see him.

Jason reacted without thinking, moving purely on instinct alone, he raised both guns and began firing at Croc.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The .50 cal slugs began exploding through the air and slamming into Croc's ultra tough hide.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The empty shells clattered on the pavement of the parking lot as Red Hood continued to find his mark in the middle of the reptilian giant's chest. He did not relent.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. click. click. click.

Jason dropped his guns and drew his knife. He looked at the now gaping hole in Croc's chest, the still beating heart exposed to the Gotham night air. Croc was reeling. Jason started to advance towards the scaly monster and it turned and fled.

If not for that damn hide of his he'd be dead, one less meta-villain to worry about ever again. I'm sure he'll regenerate, recover. Hopefully that puts him off the streets for a whi... BARBARA!!

The helmeted vigilante, hoping for the best but expecting the worst, turned back towards where Bane and his lover had been fighting...

From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

“Can you name a time when you’re not?”

The young woman had already begun to head towards a group of the police officers whom seemed the least likely to draw a gun at the sight of her— avoiding, for obvious reasons, Commissioner Gordon. She didn’t speak; Only listened, and from the conversation amongst the three uniforms, she gathered very little information… particularly due to Jason’s unintentional interrupt.

Her bat-eared cowl turned back towards where the other vigilant had remained, and her steps backtracked to his location as she felt gloved fingers curl into fists in preparation for the worst. Radio dismissed, Batgirl called out, noting a shuffling sort of sound to her right, a shadow out of the corner of her eye…

“Red Hood?”

Barbara glanced towards the sound, and then back to the burning building, a frown creasing her hidden brow… back to the sound… Nothing… She cleared her throat, “Is someone there?” Her voice was solid, unafraid, despite her wary demeanour.

Jason never heard her call out to him. Perhaps if she had used the radio, he may have known she had come to help him. He was already engrossed in a fight with extremely unfavorable odds.With his attention so sharply focused on the hulking form in front of him, and trying to stay a few steps ahead and out of its reach, her scream didn't even register.

His opponent, was Bane. A Bane fully tweaked out on a highly concentrated dose of Venom. That was the one he was conscious of. Bane had come at him with such speed and veracity, that he hadn't had time to notice the other figure in the shadows on his left. Hadn't had time to draw his twin desert eagles. Hadn't had time to notice Barbara, coming to his aid, heading straight toward the other figure, The Killer Croc.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He kept moving. As fast as Bane was in his serum induced rage, the Red Hood was just to nimble for him to get a hand on.

How long can I keep this up? He won't tire while he's got the Venom coursing through his veins.

Left, right, right, back. Jason was dodging every second and his stamina was starting to falter.

An animalistic, no reptilian, roar drowned the sounds of police chatter, the burning construction site, and everything else going on within three blocks. GAAAAAAAAARRRRRAAAAAAHHHH!!! Jason turned. Horror filled his head. Croc had spotted her. Thankfully, she had spotted him before he alerted everyone in the vicinity to his presence. At least Jason hoped she had.

"Hnnnnnnnnnmph." Jason's vision was gone. A bright flash and then blackness. While he had been distracted by Croc salivating over Batgirl, Bane seized the opportunity and hit him with a left hook. The helmet had probably saved his life, but, he was dazed.

Vertigo. He felt himself rising. Weightless. Then wind was rushing past him. Vision returning, slowly, he could make out the fact that he was flying. Bane had hoisted him overhead and tossed him like a rag doll. This was just the opening he needed.

"BARBARA LOOK OUT!!!" He screamed through the radio hoping she would hear him in time.

THUD. The wall hurt. It really fucking hurt.

Gotta get my guns out. Only chance.

Terror made his broken and battered body move. Terror that something could happen to the woman he loved. He forced himself to his feet, bracing against the wall with one hand, drawing his gun with the other...

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From Where They Stand. || Jason and Barbara.

There was a semi-circle of GPD cruisers already formed about the front of the building, just clear of the growing flames, and in the centre stood the Commissioner, hands stuffed into the pockets of his long trenchcoat as he spoke to the officer beside him. His expression was set into a deep frown, an his eyes were narrowed, fixed upon the fire that presently awaited the new round of growing sirens, a fire truck to replace the one thathad been quite recently torn to pieces and scattered across the street (probably by the explosion that had drawn the two vigilantes to the scene). Batgirl watched her father closely for a moment after her turn from the Red Hood, swallowing a hint of nervousness and pulling the front of her cowl down a bit more tightly before moving towards the group of officers.

”There’s no one here… no way to narrow down the culprit from what I can see.” She murmured , pressing her finger to the side of her jaw to activate the communicator in her helmet, “Everyone and his cousin hates LexCorp right now… doesn’t leave a lot of room for guessing games…”

The communicator in the red helmet Jason wore buzzed to life as Batgirl's transmission came through.

"Barbie, there are a lot of uniforms already here. Including your father. My image is still one of uncertainty and borderline villainy. I'm gonna stick to the shadows to avoid any sort of conflict, or worse, accusation for responsibility in this situation."

Jason moved around toward a parked car that had somehow managed to avoid being thrown out of the parking lot when the Lexcorp building exploded.

Not really any shadows to conceal myself in with this damn inferno raging in front of me.

The Red Hood removed his helmet and reached into one of the many pockets his outfit carried with it. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds and a matte black Zippo lighter. Looking around to make sure he was still alone, he pulled a cigarette from the pack and lit it up.

Smoke wont be noticed anyway. One good thing about the burning complex.

He put his things away and sat there smoking, trying to think what or who would want to destroy the construction site in such dramatic fashion. Sure nobody wanted Luthor in Gotham, but, not many would go to these lengths. He needed to talk to Barbara. She was always so good at piecing puzzles together.

He took one last drag from his cigarette and crushed it out on the pavement.

Movement.

On the left, as well as the right. Jason quickly returned his helmet to his head and radioed Barbara.

"Babs, I think I'm in trouble here..."

Averting her eyes was no small task, the way that he moved, his tactics, fluidity, and seeming fearlessness… it was nothing short of admirable and… admittedly enchanting, but she knew better than to let any of that distract her from their task at hand. After all, Gotham’s safety was the number one priority here, and so she turned her head forward, narrowing her eyes against the rushing wind as she likewise launched herself from the rooftop, gloved fingers curling tightly about the handle of her grappling gun.

It was cold, and the drizzling rain was truly unforgiving combined with the speed at which she flew over the streets below, her cape fluttering back behind her in a borderline elegant fashion. With every metre that closed between the present duo and whatever awaited them ahead, the sirens grew louder, and the cold was less and less of a factor. Ashen specks littered the air, and as Batgirl raised her left hand to fire away the second grapple, releasing her hold from the first, flames grew into her line of vision, lapping through the broken windows of an office building that had been on the tail end of a lengthy period of construction.

The complex was owned by LexCorp. Funded in part by Wayne Enterprises.

No one in Gotham liked the idea of the new development of corporate domination… but in the real world, the fact of the matter was that the people with the money were the people with the true power (Bruce hadn’t quite caught on yet, most supposed.) and it didn’t matter that the populace wished, intended, or otherwise despised. The headlines claimed that the expansion of the Metropolis-oriented company would reach out to those without a means to pay their way, providing jobs, and cutting crime down… ultimately, the goal was to end the depression… however, the citizens and politicians alike were skeptical.

Gotham was destined for its grim fate. The soles of bright yellow boots smacked down onto cracked pavement, and the contrasting heat from the charring building gave the young vigilante’s tattered cape an extra shove behind her as she released the cord from her grappling gun and holstered both devices, turning back to look for the Red Hood.

The Red Hood hit the ground and released the cord from the clasp on his waist. He quickly assessed his surroundings and determined that there was no immediate threat, the danger must have been constricted to the immediate vicinity of the explosion that had just rocked Gotham.

Jason looked back up to the roof top he had just leaped from to see the small form of Batgirl flying out from the darkness across a backdrop of lightning flashes, turning her form into little more than a blurry silhouette. He smiled knowing that she was more than capable of handling herself. While he couldn't help but be concerned for Barbara's safety, he knew that he would be able to focus on the situation in front of him. She was Batgirl, after all, one of the smartest women... no, smartest people, he had ever met. She wouldn't get herself into a situation that she couldn't get out of.

He jumped onto his motorcycle and fired it up. The Red Hood released the clutch while simultaneously wrenching the throttle grip all the way back, resulting in the sleek sport bikes front wheel leaping from the ground and the whole thing standing nearly straight up and down. The rear wheel, under the pressure of all that torque began to scream as smoke rolled from underneath it. After nearly two hundred feet, he slammed the front end back down and stole a quick glance upward. Upward to the sky, to the rooftops, to her. He caught a quick flash and determined that she was outpacing him, and returned his gaze to the streets in front.

Jason cycled through the gears, up and down, as necessary to navigate the winding streets that made up Gotham's business district. The night was giving way to an eerie orange glow in the distance. It was getting noticeably warmer as he went. One more turn and he began gearing down and decelerating. He looked around and saw her as she landed. He stopped the bike and jumped off, moving with the utmost urgency towards Batgirl right as she holstered her grappling guns and started to turn towards him.

Never before had the sound of an explosion come as such a complete and utter relief, and with a short, steady exhale, Batgirl drew away from her, ehm… patrol partner, and skipped to attention, gripping a grappling gun from the belt at her waist as though ready to jump straight into whatever action had just been proposed. At the edge of the roof, she peered downward, and then to her left, and then to her right… smoke was drifting from the right.

”Any thoughts?”

Things had been eerily quiet as of late… particularly since the night that Jason had been poisoned… since Bruce had intervened. Since the Joker had reappeared in what he had called so effortlessly, Gotham’s Grand Re-Opening… She aimed for the ledge across the street, reaching down with her free hand to retrieve the second grapple that was holstered there… assuming she could time this right, both could be set into motion as a means of groundless travel and she wouldn’t even have to stop… or slow.

The Red Hood hesitated for a minute. His eyes followed her from beneath mirrored lenses as she skipped off.

Dammit, I was really hoping for a quiet and early night tonight.

Jason burst into action as the thought faded from his mind, focusing on the task at hand. Focusing on the fact that this was the first action they had seen since Barbara, Batgirl, had said she loved him. He had to stay focused. There was more riding on it now than just getting the bad guys. He had her safety in the back of his mind. The Joker was back. Bruce had indirectly reached out to him when he first saved his life, and then immediately without any questions asked him to accompany him on an investigation.

Focus.

Jason took off running full speed toward the ledge of the fifty story building. He entered the command to release his helmet from his head and tossed it ahead of him and over the side.

As he passed Barbara unholstering her grappling guns he looked into her eyes and flashed a Devilish grin her way before he swan dived off of the side of the building.

The ground rushed up to meet him.

45th floor. He reaches out for the falling helmet and snatches it from the air.

40th floor. The infamous helmet is put back into place and secured.

35th floor. He rolls mid air and looks back up towards his lover.

30th floor. His hand reaches to his belt and pulls a grappling gun of his own free.

25th floor. He fires at a gargoyle on a nearby building.

20th floor. The mark is true and the anchor sticks into the side of the beast.

15th floor. Jason attaches the cord to the clasp on his harness like belt.

10th floor. as the cord pulls taut he blows a kiss, then reverses direction to face the pavement rushing up at him.

5th floor. He draws his twin Desert Eagles and prepares to land.