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"You bastard! You used me!" Jason could hear the screaming as he approached, followed by the crack of a weapon hitting flesh. "He was my own, the last thing I had left of them, and you used me to kill him!" Jason had to hurry, he was going to miss the killing blow if he didn't.
Cold laughter echoed down the hall and Jason shuddered, disgust rolling through him, another crack caused the laughter to bubble with blood and Jason's mouth twitched into a tiny smile. Jason burst into the room and stopped in his tracks to take in the sight before him.
Standing over the beaten and bloody Black Mask, broken umbrella in his hands as he panted, was Oswald Cobblepot. He raised the umbrella to strike again and Jason stepped forward, gently catching his wrist, "Let me."
Oswald looked up at the hulking personification of rage that was the Red Hood about to avenge his father and smiled. "You're late, Punk."
"Hey Uncle Ozzy, had to shake the idiots." Jason smiled back at the man who had told him stories of his father as a child, who had gently guided his hands as he learned how to shoot, who stood proudly as he handed him his empire.
Mask coughed, blood dribbling down his chin, and Jason's attention snapped back to him with a growl, "My turn."
Mask started laughing again "You know damn well this isn't what the Bat would have wanted, he would have wanted you to throw me in Blackgate again."
"Dad isn't here bitch, just me." Jason grinned at him viciously, "Papa let me off my leash for this you know, how unlucky for you." Jason mused as he unholstered his pistol and leveled it at Mask's forehead.
Oswald lifted his hand to cup Jason's, steadying it as it started to shake with his rage, "Together, Punk."
Jason nodded, finger tightening against the trigger. "Together, Uncle."