I did this really late at night so don't judge me
Jason-18
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Red Hood perched himself behind a stack of crates. He was waiting for the right moment to ambush the current drug ring, though he was beginning to lose patience. So far he'd only been waiting for 2 hours, but when was Red Hood ever patient? He cocked his guns, two pistols, he burst into action.

Jumping out from the crates, he instantly began shooting. He was able to kill 3 people with a shot to the head. Chaos began as sounds of gunfire and yelling filled the whole warehouse.

Red Hood charged towards the leader of them all, after killing or injuring most of his men. "Miss me, Greg?" Red Hood said slyly, a smug look forming his lips inside his helmet. The man grunted, trying to dodge all of the anti-heroes jabs at him. "Not at all." The man replied. In one swift motion, Red Hood swept his leg underneath the man, pointing one of his pistol straight to his head. "What a shame. And here I thought we could go get a drink after." Red Hood said with fake disappointment.

Greg stated wide eyed up at him, waiting for his end. Thought when he heard a gunshot, it wasn't towards him, but towards Red Hood. Red Hood hissed in pain and clutched his side that was slowly staining with red. Greg took his chance and scurried away. Red Hood looked around for the person who shot him, but soon came to the conclusion that they must have ran away as well.

It hurt like hell but he managed to get himself out of the warehouse and to his safe house. He took off his helmet, going from Red Hood to Jason. Next, he took off his jacket and shirt, wincing at the wound in his side. He sat down on his bed with all the things he'd need.

Jason cleaned off some of the blood to make it a bit easier. The bleeding hadn't stopped yet, which made it even more important he did this now. Before he started, he took a couple swigs of whiskey. He didn't have any pills or medication to help with the pain, so he used what he could. Finally, he picked up one of his knives and tried digging the bullet out.

His mind took him to the first time he got shot. He'd only been Robin for a couple months and it was the only major injury he'd sustained so far. It all happened pretty quick but at the time, not quick enough. Bruce was slightly panicking when it first happened and rushed him back to the bat-cave almost immediately after. Jason remembered Bruce carrying him to the med bay and hooking him up to an IV. Alfred had come down moments later to help. Partially with calming Bruce and Jason down through the whole procedure. The memory was pretty muddled from being drugged throughout most of it. But, what he did remember was Alfred's soothing voice telling him it'd be over soon, and that he'd be ok in a matter of moments.

Just remembering those words helped calm Jason down right now. His former shakey hands were getting more still as he continued to pull out the bullet. He finally managed to get it and breathed a sigh of relief as he placed the bloody bullet on a silver tray. He wrapped the wound and applied more pressure. He began to slowly lay down on his bed, being cautious not to hurt his wound.

Taking another swig, Jason reached up and covered his face with his hands, obviously exhausted. His mind went back to Alfred and Bruce's soothing voices as he slowly slipped into sleep. He wished he could be there right now, them removing his bullet with proper tools instead of him with his whiskey and knives. He wished he could hear their calm voices again, telling him he'd be alright. But he couldn't do that. He couldn't go back. Could he?

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