The humming and rattling of an old vending machine was really getting on his nerves. Of course Jason knew there were more pressing and important matters he should be worried about, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to ignore it.
“….of tasks and yet even you couldn’t have gotten it done. What has the world come to if even the Red Hood can’t complete a simple, easy, mundane task..”
Oh apparently the idiot was still talking. Jason rolled his shoulders in boredom before his attention was captured once more by a rather loud clang from the vending machine, his eyebrows rose in hope that the machine would finally give up and die but the damned thing simply released a shudder before resuming its regular thrum rattle. Puffing out a soft sigh Jason returned his attention to his employer. What was he thinking taking on this guys’ request? He wasn’t that bored…was he? Thinking back on what sanctioned his actions Jason concluded that yes, he actually was that bored and Roy had kicked him out claiming that the experiment he was trying to undergo was “gross” and “disgusting”. Really all he was trying to do was see how he could weaponize roadkill into a bomb, his fellow redhead needed to chill. It wasn’t like he was planning on using once-cute roadkill like cats or dogs or whatever else one would consider to be “cute”, no he was more interested in large rats that were mutated thanks to the crazies of Gotham thank you very much.
“Were you at least able to confirm the payment?” the employer’s voice took on a higher squeal that left Jason shaking his head slightly to fight off the impending headache.
Apparently his employer read it as a shake of fear and he flung a jeweled hand at him before continuing on about how even the mighty Red Hood feared him.
Don’t kill the client .
Don’t kill the client.
Don’t kill the-
“Thank God you were able to accomplish at least one of the things I hired you for! With all the money I paid you I expects someone less of an imbecile!”
BANG!
Damn it.
Jason groaned under his hood ignoring the stunned silence of the other henchmen around him, Wing would not be happy.
Beep Beep
Speak of the devil.
Reaching a hand up to answer the transmission Red tried for a guiltless voice, “Babe! What a coincidence, I was just going to call!”
Nightwing was quiet for a moment before, “What did you do this time?” Shit, caught already.
The men around him slowly started to inch closer. “Wha- huh? What do you mean? I told you I was just doing a quiet job tonight.”
Jason shot out a line and hoisted himself up onto the roof, successfully avoiding the barrage of bullets that chased after him.
“Last time I checked a ‘quiet job’ didn’t include getting shot at.”
Jason folded like a house of cards. “Babe it wasn’t my fault! The guy called me an imbecile and the vending machine wouldn’t stop rattling and Arsenal wouldn’t let me make bombs out of the dead corpses of mutated city rats!”
“I don’t want to hear it Red. I told you no killing this week, just this week! And what did you do”
Jason kicked at a nearby chimney and grumbled, “I shot the fucker in the face?”
“You shot the fucker in the face.” Dick let a grunt slip and Jason realized the man was probably still patrolling, of course his boyfriend would lecture him while still taking down crooks. “You better find somewhere else to crash if you don’t want to sleep on the couch tonight.”
Immediately the second Robin protested, “What!? Babe come on I told you it wasn’t my-!”
“No Hood, you had one job.” Dick cut him off patiently. “No cuddles for you tonight.”
Before Jason could get another word out Nightwing cut their connection and Jason was left in silence with a low irritation simmering beneath the surface. By this time the warehouse below him had cleared out, no one wanting to be caught with the already cooling dead body. All was silent, or would be if not for one thing.
Jason dropped down to where he stood mere moments ago, slowly straightening in front of his original enemy. The one who started this whole mess in the first place. Taking a deep breath he taped his com link a few times, eyes staring at his prey unblinkingly as he waited for the other person to pick up. As if mocking his disdain, the machine spluttered a bit before releasing a steady stream of smoke.
“Hey Arrowbreath. Get your ass over here, and bring a tool box with you. We’re taking this bastard down.”
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Don’t mind me, just trying to break some writers block. This Is for @moonfox281, i promised you my first fic that i try to break writters constipation with, hope you like my bad writing! Will there be more? Probably not, writting levels are dangerously low. Rebooting…
Writing is such a crazy thing bc I wanna work on writing so bad but when I try i sit there and stare at a blank doc for 30 mins and then the voices™ stab me 28 times for daring to try
Also Arrested Development. Plus I haven't written any reviews in like a month and I feel like shit because of that. Hoping to change it with a double bill of Epic and The Purge tonight before work. And I may force myself to write something for the LOTR extended marathon I'm going to on Friday. Can I like hire someone to just make sure I actually write something soon. Because the longer I leave it the worse it gets :/
