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Crossing Paths
He had never been fond of the docks since it tended to be one of the areas of Gotham that just reminded you what a shit hole the city really was. Unfortunately at times like this there was no avoiding them since someone was killing and cutting up the working boys and girls of the area and Batman seemed to be too busy chasing him to do anything about it. So he’d promised Selina he’d look into it and deal with the person responsible since she was out of town.
So far all he’d learned was that the killer was unusually attractive. Several of the more poetic witnesses had described him as having the face of an angel and the soul of a demon. He was just entering the area where the last few kills had happened when he heard gun shots. He sprinted across the ware house roofs and dropped down into an alley near the source. He made his way to the edge and looked around. There was his killer laying dead at the feet of the Red Hood the new player in the underworld.
He saw the red hood’s line of sight more to where he was so he walked out there was no point in trying to stay hidden. Whoever was under that mask had known already that he was there. He glanced down at the guy and he matched the description. “One of the Bat’s little play mates are we going to have to fight now while you try to arrest me,” the man in the biker themed costume said.
“I was here to arrange his arrest but that isn’t an option now,” he said glancing at the body of the killer. “I just hope he was the actual killer and you didn’t just waste some innocent guy trawling the docks.” He hadn’t been able to make sense of the new Red Hood’s motives. On the surface it looked like just a new wanna be big time player but something about it bugged him.
“It was him two blocks back there’s another victim,” the Red hood said giving him as quizzical a look as a man in a red metal helmet could. “I had heard you were the problem child but I didn’t think you’d be okay with me killing him.”
“I’m a pragmatist, I wouldn’t do it but given what he was doing I won’t lose any sleep,” he said though he wasn’t completely sure about that. He had lost plenty of sleep lately ever since that confrontation with Dick several weeks ago.
“That’s good to know it means I won’t have to beat you to a bloody pulp,” the Red Hood said with a bit of a laugh. “Since your such a pragmatist don’t mention our little meeting to the Bat it isn’t time for us to have a tête-à-tête yet.” The Red Hood then began to walk away, “See you around Problem Child.”
“See you around,” he called after the retreating figure and he was definitely going to figure out what was going on with this guy. This entire bizarre exchange did not fit and he hated when things didn’t fit.
The End.