Owner	Pose
Jason Todd	Drugs ruined young Jason Todd's life. More accurately, they ruined his mother's life. They got her involved with the useless shit of a step father she had chosen to marry after his father went to prison and never bothered to come back even after he was released. Whether Cathrine Todd had legally been able to remarry, well that doesn't fucking matter these days. She's as dead as his father and step father. The only person that showed any real compassion or care for him was Bruce. But that was a fucked up relationship that no amount of flow charts could adequately sus out. Family issues are always complicated. But drugs? Drugs are tangible. They're simple and they're always available to be found on the streets. So it is that drugs make the perfect focus for Jason's (usually controlled) anger and rage. It's probably good considering he'd blow up at the mixed up family he still has. As if he hasn't pushed them far enough away most times as is. Drugs. That's the focus here. A neglected and abandoned low income housing complex on Gotham's East End. Unsurprisingly it isn't entirely abandoned. There is a basement in the main building that has been occupied. The inhabitants have siphoned power off the Gotham Grid in creative ways that make it hard to trace. They've taken many precautions so as to avoid detection. Thing is, no one escapes the notice of the Bat or his menagerie for long in Gotham. Rumors and stool pigeons abound. Red Hood has gotten wind of this particular drug lab. Mainly because the chemist involved is rumored to have ties to someone he has been hunting for a year. Someone who is entirely too good at avoiding him; someone who is really pissing Red Hood off. It means that Red Hood is already out of patience and bubblegum when hes hows up to kick ass. A matte black '69 Mustang Mach-1 rolls up. Red Hood emerges and walks toward the deteriorating main building. He knows they're in the basement. He also has the element of surprise, so he heads to the first floor and moves slowly through the congested main hallway. All manner of trash and discarded furniture threaten to block his progress as he defiantely works past it all. His mask lenses are focused on the floor; he's looking through the structure with a form of high frequency sonar. He wouldn't want to use X-rays and give the bad guys cancer after all. Right. Slowing as he picks up the indication of the lab operation below him, he drops to a crouch to study the layout below him and to tag the location of every scumbag currently present.
Courtney Whitmore	Courtney Whitmore was still trying to find her footing as a hero. She had notched a few wins, to be sure, but she found that the crowd in Metropolis was a bit over her head, power wise. So she figured she could hop a train and check out Gotham for a change. Just the sort of capricious decision she was known for. And so the Star Spangled Kid was prowling the streets of Gotham, looking for some sort of crime to bust. Or at least, something interesting. A man slipping into an abandoned building? That seemed somewhat interesting, at least. She takes a deep breath as she deliberates whether to go in or not. Which likely gives Jason time to make some significant progress on his incursion. But ultimately, despite not knowing if it was a hero or villain slipping inside, Courtney decides to follow.
Jason Todd	Once Red Hood walked away from his car, one thing a person who happens to see the scene unfold would notice is that a driverless car starts up and self-drives itself out of sight, blending into the shadows that are so prevelant in Gotham. Inside, Red Hood takes out a custom aerosol can. He begins to spray a gray tacky foam onto the already filthy floor. F. U. C. K. Y. O. U. It's spelled in a sort of continuous cursive style - because explosives don't tend to go BOOM if they aren't connected to the detonation source. Why use a half dozen detonators when one will do fine? Plugging a small wireless probe into the explosive substance, he steps back and into the living room of what was once a very nice (considering) apartment. He taps a button on the wrist of an armored glove. Describing the sound as a 'boom' is probably a disservice. The blast knocks roofing shingles loose, blows out two or three previously cracked window panes and dislodges an outline of dust and grime that slowly rains to the ground. In the basement? It sounds like the voice of a god shouting. The ceiling explodes downwards in a hail of wood and nails, wiring and plumbing shrapnel. It doesn't kill anyone (somehow) but there are plenty of wounds, ruptured ear drums and generally stunned scumbags where a moment before had been working on their next batch of street poison. Red Hood draws his pistols and drops through the 5-foot diameter jagged hole he opened. No gods here, just one extremely angry avenging angel. The sound of rapid fire gunshots can be heard, though muffled, outside.
Courtney Whitmore	Making her way into the building, Courtney pauses for a moment as she looks at the handiwork. "Huh." she says to herself, trying to put together its meaning. Until it becomes readily apparent. She cries out as the explosion sends her flying backwards in a cloud of dust, and despite having her forcefield enabled on her belt, she impacts hard against the brick wall opposite the building and drops down into a pile with the other debris. Not hurt, at leaset not badly, but definitely very confused.
Jason Todd	The danger of barely controlled anger is that it can make you careless. Red Hood should have noticed he had company but he was too focused on the lab below. In that lab, he is unleashing a hail of rounds into the equipment. Glass shatters and sprays toxic contents around the large room. Ingredients packages are shot up and ruined, liquids leaking onto the floor. And all while the seven gasmasked figures that had been brewing this stuff begin to struggle back to their feet, the ringing of the explosion still in their ears.
Courtney Whitmore	Courtney grunts as she slowly pushes herself up, taxing the energy of her belt to give her the strength to move rubble that should be far too heavy for a girl of her size. "What. The. Fuck." she murmurs to herself, before finally shaking it loose and rising up to peer into the hole that is now in the side of the building. She should just take her leave now, but she approaches it, slowly, to see what is going on inside.
Jason Todd	Down below, the large form of Red Hood can be seen through the dust and haze of a rapidly destroyed drug lab. As he reloads, one of the figures tries to jump at him from behind. Red Hood does get tackled, but he only staggers forward one step before twisting and shrugging the man off. He follows with an elbow to the man's stomach and a fist to the man's jaw. It wasn't really necessary. But it seems to have made something switch on inside of the masked vigilante. As the others regain their presence of mind and try to attack, Red Hood moves through them like a raging bull. Three try to rush him only to be dispatched with gunfire. As they lay on the floor almost motionless, he fires two more shots into each man's chest in a very execution-like style. But there is no time to dwell on his handiwork just yet. The last three men are given a beat down of proportions that would make the most callous person look away. Most people would not have realized they could wield a crowbar as a melee weapon in the manner of Red Hood. None of these men will be walking away. That isn't to say they're dead, but they're certainly praying and wishing for it. With a final scan of the now dismantled lab, Red Hood taps the side of his helment. "Inform GCPD" is all he says in a gruff tone as he turns and walks up the steps from the basement, taking only the time needed to disarm the alarms and traps set up to stop intruders. He may harm the criminals, he doesn't want GCPD to get injured or killed when they move in. Stopping at the top of the stairs, Red Hood looks down the hallway and stares silently for a beat before turning and walking down the steps to the parking lot. In the distance the rumble of a car starting up echoes off the buildings.
Courtney Whitmore	The Star Spangled Kid had started to make her way into the building, but the sounds coming from within gave her pause. Just what the hell was going on in there. Was this even something she WANTED to get involved in? Her hesitation lasts about as long as the Red Hood's ruthless efficiency, and so as things go silent and she moves forward, he appears at the staircase leading down, and she is looking up at him from below. As soon as he appears she assumes a defensive posture, not quite sure if he is friend or foe...
Jason Todd	Something made him pause and look back again. And there she is. Why? Does she even know? He sure doesn't. Staring at her he finally speaks. "You know Batman isn't going to be happy when he finds you're in his city." His city. Red Hood still holds his guns but they're aimed at the ground at least.