Post by Red Hood on Aug 11, 2012 13:27:12 GMT -10
Men who strove for the destruction of Gotham. For the chaos to be created under the reign of the Joker, had the Batman not stopped him. These were the men that the Red Hood was pursuing. Those who would dare try to assassinate the Mayor of Gotham, who nearly killed Jim Gordon.
The remnants of the Joker. They were a scum. A special type of scum. There were scum who preyed on the weak, on those who couldn't protect themselves. That type of scum usually seemed to be trying to help themselves by getting money from the weak. They deserved to die as well.
But this scum had attempted to cause chaos. Not a crime against a single citizen, but a crime against the city of Gotham. The Mayor's death would have caused chaos under the Joker. Had Jim Gordon died, there was sure to be many problems.
No criminal could have redemption. Not those trying to survive by preying on those who already were, and certainly not those trying to usher in chaos, especially under the reign of someone like the Joker. So, as the Red Hood pushed a clip into his handgun and drew back the slide, he looked down at the two men walking into the alley. He had been following them, seeking a location for where some of them were hiding.
It turned out that it was the building across the alley from him. A third man was there; the one who opened the door. This seemed to be the place.
He set down his gun and pulled a grenade. He pulled the pin and let it drop. It bounced once, rolling slightly towards the open door. But the time of the drop had taken too much time away. It exploded, killing two of them and leaving one screaming.
As the men started to come out of that door, and another door, he picked up his handgun and rose, aiming down at the street and firing continually. His position wouldn't be a secret for long, but it didn't matter. He'd take care of it quickly enough. One man fell, then a second. By the time the third went down, his position was revealed.
Red Hood moved, keeping low on the rooftop and picking up the assault rifle he had setting there. He popped up farther down the roof, firing in a line at the grouped remnants of the Joker. One man went down, a bloody mess of holes filling his chest. A second went down the same way, while a third took a clean headshot.
Red Hood rose. They were fleeing. He slung the rifle onto his back and moved along the rooftop, jumping off and onto the next roof before sliding down off of a fire escape, jumping to street level and dropping his clip, pushing a new one into his handgun as he pursued, leaving carnage behind.
The remnants of the Joker. They were a scum. A special type of scum. There were scum who preyed on the weak, on those who couldn't protect themselves. That type of scum usually seemed to be trying to help themselves by getting money from the weak. They deserved to die as well.
But this scum had attempted to cause chaos. Not a crime against a single citizen, but a crime against the city of Gotham. The Mayor's death would have caused chaos under the Joker. Had Jim Gordon died, there was sure to be many problems.
No criminal could have redemption. Not those trying to survive by preying on those who already were, and certainly not those trying to usher in chaos, especially under the reign of someone like the Joker. So, as the Red Hood pushed a clip into his handgun and drew back the slide, he looked down at the two men walking into the alley. He had been following them, seeking a location for where some of them were hiding.
It turned out that it was the building across the alley from him. A third man was there; the one who opened the door. This seemed to be the place.
He set down his gun and pulled a grenade. He pulled the pin and let it drop. It bounced once, rolling slightly towards the open door. But the time of the drop had taken too much time away. It exploded, killing two of them and leaving one screaming.
As the men started to come out of that door, and another door, he picked up his handgun and rose, aiming down at the street and firing continually. His position wouldn't be a secret for long, but it didn't matter. He'd take care of it quickly enough. One man fell, then a second. By the time the third went down, his position was revealed.
Red Hood moved, keeping low on the rooftop and picking up the assault rifle he had setting there. He popped up farther down the roof, firing in a line at the grouped remnants of the Joker. One man went down, a bloody mess of holes filling his chest. A second went down the same way, while a third took a clean headshot.
Red Hood rose. They were fleeing. He slung the rifle onto his back and moved along the rooftop, jumping off and onto the next roof before sliding down off of a fire escape, jumping to street level and dropping his clip, pushing a new one into his handgun as he pursued, leaving carnage behind.