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Jason had just finished putting on his Red Hood outfit and reloading his guns. This was an important mission after all. He wants to make sure that this guy gets taken down, no one messes with their baby brother.
Speaking of his baby brother, he was finally asleep. Bruce was holding him and walking around the Batcave. It seemed odd but Damian seemed comfortable with it, after all he fell asleep while Bruce was doing it. The red mark on the side of his cheek was now turning into a bruise. A bruise that just makes out the hand print.
Growling, Jason shoved his guns into its holders and started leaving towards his motorcycle.
“I'll be back,” Jason sneered.
“I'm coming,” Dick spoke up.
Bruce acted fast. Before Dick could get up from his seat, he dumped a sleeping Damian in Dick's lap. Dick quickly grabbed hold of Damian from stopping him falling off.
“Thank you, Dick. My back was starting to hurt from holding Damian,” Bruce explained, as he bent backwards trying to crack his back.
Dick knew this was a lie. Bruce could carry Jason without complaining so Damian should be easy to carry.
Dick went to get up but stopped when Damian started to stir and grab a fist full of Dick's shirt.
Bruce nodded and walked over to Jason.
“Jason,” Bruce started but got stopped by Jason.
“Yeah, yeah. No killing,” Jason said, with a roll of his eyes, even though Bruce couldn't see it under the helmet.
“I was going to say. Make the guy regret every messing with The Waynes. Text me when you get there. I'll give you 10 minutes before I call the cops on the guy,” Bruce explained.
Jason nodded.
“Thanks, Bruce.”
With that Jason left on his motorcycle.
Red Hood pulled up to the guy's house. He actually lives close to them. No surprise there, he is a rich asshole after all.
Kicking the stand up Red Hood got off his bike and started heading towards the guy's house. Tim had already disabled the alarms, so all Red Hood had to do was pick the lock the door and then the guy was all his.
Red Hood heard the click of the door. Pushing it open he walked straight upstairs, not even brothing to be quiet.
Red Hood kicked open the bedroom door, thank you Tim for the blueprints, the bastard that was fast asleep on the bed woke up with a start.
Growling, Red Hood couldn't believe that someone could sleep so soundly after hitting a child. It made him sick.
“W'at?” The guy asked, his voice full of sleep.
“You fucked up, buddy,” Red Hood growled.
“How? What could I have done for Red Hood to throw a tantrum?” He asked.
“You hurt Damian Wayne. No one hurts kids when they are my protection,” Red Hood growled.
“Pfft, why do you care about a rich, snobby kid? Isn't your thing dirty, street rats?” The man asked.
“You see, Damian is under my protection because he goes into Crime Alley to feed the stray animals,” Red Hood explained.
“So, he feeds the kids?”
Red Hood inhaled sharply, it's like this guy wants to be beaten.
Red Hood grabbed the guy's collar of his pj shirt and ripped him out of bed. He landed hard on his knees and looked up.
“I don't fuck around when it comes to hurting kids. From what I heard is that you hurt Damian Wayne as a punishment,” Red Hood explained.
“Brucie doesn't know anything about how to discipline a kid. Look at how all his brats turned out,” the man sneered.
Red Hood grabbed the back of the man's head and shoved him closer to the ground. The man placed his hands on the ground in front of him.
Red Hood stepped forward, his combat boot landing straight on the guy's hand. He heard a crack and the hand moved as it was crushed under Red Hood’s boot. The man let out a cry of pain.
Red Hood stepped away. The man let out another cry of pain. He had tears in his eyes but clearly held them back so they wouldn't fall. Red Hood grabbed a gun and pressed it to the man’s forehead.
He was shaking now.
Red Hood used the nuzzle and slapped the guy across the face. That's when the tears began to fall.
“I thought only little girls and women cry?” Red Hood marked.
“Please,” the man begged.
Red Hood wanted to do more but he heard a little text tone, probably Bruce saying he needs to get out of there.
Putting away the gun, Red Hood looked at the man that was curled up on the floor, holding his hand and crying.
“Pathetic,” Red Hood spat out and left.
He stood on the next rooftop just to see the cops pull up and run into the house. With that Red Hood left, ready to report back to his family.
Jason rode into the Batcave. Tim was still on the Batcomputer, it almost seemed like he was waiting for Jason.
Jason got off his motorbike and took off his helmet.
“How did it go?” Tim asked.
“Broken hand, slap to the face with a gun and the cops got him,” Jason explained.
Tim nodded.
“The rest is in Damian’s room,” Tim told him.
Jason got changed out of his Red Hood gear and went upstairs to his baby brother’s room.
Damian was still fast asleep but this time he was in his bed, cuddling with Dick, while Bruce sat on a chair that was already in Damian’s room.
“How did everything go?” Bruce asked.
“Good. He won't be bothering anyone anytime soon,” Jason reported back.
“I'm proud of you son,” Bruce told him.
Jason nodded and climbed into the bed.
“Is Tim gonna join?” Jason asked.
“He should be soon. He is trying to find some more dirt on the guy,” Dick explained.
Jason smiled at that. He knows Tim will find something. He is the smartest out of all them after all.
Damian was now sandwiched between two of his big brothers. Feeling safe and protected.
THE END