Jason Todd Batman: Under The Red Hood Romane & Geschichten

he muttered grudgingly to himself as he placed the key into the bike's engine. Just as he was about to turn on the ignition, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. Chad brought it out and gave it a good look before placing the phone next to his ear. He wasn't going to make the mistake of answering without knowing who the caller was. It had not ended well for him. Immediately the call connected, Jason's overly optimistic voice resonated out of the speaker. “Whats up, brother. Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jason owned the underground gallery but he acted more like a hippie. Chad had no idea how such a strange man could paint so brilliantly.

I missed the little fucker. A bit more rugged, spotting on a buzz cut and not the usual blonde hair, dressed in black like the lot of us, Jason Bates wasn’t the same goofy man I saw months ago. “We all die at some point, it’s not rocket science”, I commented looking behind him. “Where’s your kid?” Callan’s kid slash Jason’s adopted son. “Where’s your girlfriend?” he retorted, I chuckled bitterly. Touché you little fucker. Touché. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I glance over my shoulder. Jason stands there, looking fresh from the shower, damp hair curling across his forehead, black sweatpants hanging on his hips and a hockey shirt clinging to his broad chest and powerful arms. The white bandage I wrapped around his left palm stands out against his skin. My gaze drifts to the cursive English tattoo running along his veiny forearm, and for the first time I can finally read it clearly—'A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.' I try not to read too much into it, but something dangerous pools low in my belly anyway. He holds a canned drink, and when I look up, his eyes are already locked on mine.

Once Abused Now Loved. CHAPTER THREE. MINE. RYDER. It was the long-awaited ball night in the Red Moon pack, and so far, it sucks and seems to be getting worse with each fleeting second. "But hey, look on the brighter side; she's got the right size of boobs and will be enough just for the night, only for the night," Jason cheered, whistling towards some random bimbo. Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known.

Once Abused Now Loved. CHAPTER THREE. MINE. RYDER. It was the long-awaited ball night in the Red Moon pack, and so far, it sucks and seems to be getting worse with each fleeting second. "But hey, look on the brighter side; she's got the right size of boobs and will be enough just for the night, only for the night," Jason cheered, whistling towards some random bimbo. Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known.

"Dark roast, two sugars, splash of cream." His eyes light up as he accepts the cup, genuine gratitude warming his weathered features. "You're an angel, Tamara. Absolute angel." "Just trying to keep you functional." I settle into my chair, powering up my computer. "Though I have to ask— did you even go home last night? Because that's the same shirt you were wearing yesterday." Jason glances down at his rumpled button-down and has the grace to look sheepish. "Caught red-handed. There was that armed robbery case from Tuesday, and the witness statements weren't adding up, so I figured I'd just—"

He hadn't sensed either Lukas or Cameron in the shadows for a while now, and it was bothering him that he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad. He could sense Jason though, moving as quickly as he'd said he would, not even leaving the shadows before heading back towards them, and he had to wonder how many lights and batteries he'd managed to swipe without anyone even noticing. "The hardware store was crazy," he said as he entered the room again, "I think the news of the attacks on the capital has whipped all the backwoods doomsdayers into some kind of frenzy."

"But I'm also observant. He's been watching you all night like a hawk." "We work together. That's all I can really say." Jackson studied me for a moment. "Fair enough. But if he hurts you..." "What? You'll swoop in with your Batmobile?" I teased, grateful for his lightness. "Exactly," he nodded solemnly. "I'll even wear the cape." Hazel rejoined us, champagne glass in hand. "What are we talking about? You two look awfully cozy." "Jackson was just telling me about his secret identity as Batman," I explained.

His eyes lit up, and he ran over. “Holy moly, Etan! You are wilder than I thought. This is so blatantly wild. Who did this? It couldn’t be Anne, right? Come on, bring her out so I can take a look.” Jason had dyed his hair grayish blue, and he was wearing a black motorcycle suit. His handsome face looked two-dimensional.

“Clara! I’m in so much pain! I just came to Melvaris for a business meeting on your behalf. I never thought they’d trick me into the industrial zone! “They’re monsters—!” Before he could finish his words, a masked man struck him with an electric baton. The pain made Jason grit his teeth. I nearly burst out laughing when I saw that. “Oh my gosh, Jason!” Hannah gasped and covered her mouth as she shuddered. The masked man pointed at me off-screen and snarled, “Listen! Don’t even think of calling the police! “If you want your boyfriend back, come here alone with 50 million dollars as ransom!