The Filmgmr
Red Hood Volume 10 #99
Having maneuvered his way around several more mercenaries, Jason found himself at the top of a flight of stairs. Still reeling from the disturbing scene in the bedroom labeled ‘3’, he managed to press on while maintaining his composure. Atop the stairs, he retraced his steps through the hallway above the one he had come from to find approximately where the bedrooms had been below. Finding this location, marked by large wooden doors on the second level, meant he had found Greene’s trophy room. Jason slowly pushed the doors open, making sure that no mercenaries were around, before slipping inside and closing them behind him. Once inside, he marveled at the immediate sights in front of him: Egyptian statues, urns, medieval weapons, and dozens of wooden crates housing even more artifacts. Nodding, Jason said to himself,
“Ok…Now where would…?” But before he could retrieve the picture of the artifact he was searching for, a large sword was slashed at him by nearby. Jason barely dodged the attack, the weapon hit one of his taser guns instead of his arm, and in retaliation he raised his unscratched taser gun to the attacker. The face of the attacker was very familiar, as Jason had seen him many times over the last month in various interviews and candid photographs, prompting him to say, “…Greene.” Jay Greene, aged as he was, seemed to retain a decent amount of his youthful strength. There was a scowl upon his face as he whispered in what was nearly a hiss,
“You DARE wear something that looks like HIM? I wanted to talk to you Todd…I wanted to learn about you…you’re obviously a very interesting specimen…” As Greene said this, he aimed one of his antique swords at Jason’s throat, with the latter holding his taser guns at the former, “We’re similar after all…”
“The only similarity was our vocation,” Jason answered, “But you’re a shell of the man we used to be,” Jay looked puzzled at this as Jason continued, “There are better ways to go about this. Nobody has to die today. All I need is…” He raised the photo of the item he needed as Greene replied,
“You certainly can’t have that…if they found out I had it I’d be dead within the hour…in fact you can’t have anything. This is all my property, and I’ll choose to do whatever I want with my property. For example, you can’t have any of this.” Jason pressed a button on his wrist nonchalantly as he said,
“I need it. If Gotham is to survive…”
“Who cares about Gotham?” Greene asked, laughing slightly louder than his voice and causing Jason to panic about the surrounding mercenaries hearing it, “The Bat’s there. He took what I loved from me so if he loves that city so much…” Greene was turning red as he went, and seemed to stumble on his words for a moment with his anger, “…screw him. Screw him and his stupid city.” Jason thought for a moment before realizing what he had seen downstairs, and as he did he said,
“That’s your son…”
“What?” Greene asked, even more furious than before,
“Downstairs…the man in front of the TV…did Batman do that…?” Jason watched as Greene’s nostrils seemed to flair before he yelled out in anger and swung his sword into the former’s neck. The kevlar barely caught the sword, causing a bruise on Jason’s neck and a momentary loss of air as he stumbled backwards.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?” Greene yelled as he swung the sword again, prompting Jason to fire off several rounds of his taser guns. The electric bursts collided with Greene and caused him to shake uncontrollably for a moment before he continued, “YOU…YOU MOTHER-” Jason managed to get several more shots off, but none of them seemed to keep Greene down for long, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM IN THERE? YOU WENT IN THERE! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” Finally backed into a corner, Jason tripped, dropping one of his taser guns. He raised the other but Greene quickly sliced through it in one move before revealing a smaller weapon in his other hand. The weapon looked similar to a syringe and when he jammed it into Jason’s arm it cause the latter to cry out in pain. Greene stepped back for a moment, collecting himself as he explained, “I picked that little concoction up from some Professor named Milo. It’s going to induce heavy hallucinations so…have fun,” Jason began convulsing on the ground before jumping to his feet, pulling the syringe from his arm and swaying in place. He removed his cowl and threw it across the room at Greene, who stepped into the shadows, saying, “I’ll wait, don’t worry. You won’t be harmed until the effects wear off. I’d like to know more about you before I add your corpse to this collection.” Sweating now, Jason looked all around as the room seemed to shift around him as if it were breathing. In a panicked rush he turned and kicked open the doors to escape only to have a blinding light pour in, seemingly dragging him into the hallway.
Red Hood Volume 10 #99
Having maneuvered his way around several more mercenaries, Jason found himself at the top of a flight of stairs. Still reeling from the disturbing scene in the bedroom labeled ‘3’, he managed to press on while maintaining his composure. Atop the stairs, he retraced his steps through the hallway above the one he had come from to find approximately where the bedrooms had been below. Finding this location, marked by large wooden doors on the second level, meant he had found Greene’s trophy room. Jason slowly pushed the doors open, making sure that no mercenaries were around, before slipping inside and closing them behind him. Once inside, he marveled at the immediate sights in front of him: Egyptian statues, urns, medieval weapons, and dozens of wooden crates housing even more artifacts. Nodding, Jason said to himself,
“Ok…Now where would…?” But before he could retrieve the picture of the artifact he was searching for, a large sword was slashed at him by nearby. Jason barely dodged the attack, the weapon hit one of his taser guns instead of his arm, and in retaliation he raised his unscratched taser gun to the attacker. The face of the attacker was very familiar, as Jason had seen him many times over the last month in various interviews and candid photographs, prompting him to say, “…Greene.” Jay Greene, aged as he was, seemed to retain a decent amount of his youthful strength. There was a scowl upon his face as he whispered in what was nearly a hiss,
“You DARE wear something that looks like HIM? I wanted to talk to you Todd…I wanted to learn about you…you’re obviously a very interesting specimen…” As Greene said this, he aimed one of his antique swords at Jason’s throat, with the latter holding his taser guns at the former, “We’re similar after all…”
“The only similarity was our vocation,” Jason answered, “But you’re a shell of the man we used to be,” Jay looked puzzled at this as Jason continued, “There are better ways to go about this. Nobody has to die today. All I need is…” He raised the photo of the item he needed as Greene replied,
“You certainly can’t have that…if they found out I had it I’d be dead within the hour…in fact you can’t have anything. This is all my property, and I’ll choose to do whatever I want with my property. For example, you can’t have any of this.” Jason pressed a button on his wrist nonchalantly as he said,
“I need it. If Gotham is to survive…”
“Who cares about Gotham?” Greene asked, laughing slightly louder than his voice and causing Jason to panic about the surrounding mercenaries hearing it, “The Bat’s there. He took what I loved from me so if he loves that city so much…” Greene was turning red as he went, and seemed to stumble on his words for a moment with his anger, “…screw him. Screw him and his stupid city.” Jason thought for a moment before realizing what he had seen downstairs, and as he did he said,
“That’s your son…”
“What?” Greene asked, even more furious than before,
“Downstairs…the man in front of the TV…did Batman do that…?” Jason watched as Greene’s nostrils seemed to flair before he yelled out in anger and swung his sword into the former’s neck. The kevlar barely caught the sword, causing a bruise on Jason’s neck and a momentary loss of air as he stumbled backwards.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?” Greene yelled as he swung the sword again, prompting Jason to fire off several rounds of his taser guns. The electric bursts collided with Greene and caused him to shake uncontrollably for a moment before he continued, “YOU…YOU MOTHER-” Jason managed to get several more shots off, but none of them seemed to keep Greene down for long, “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM IN THERE? YOU WENT IN THERE! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!” Finally backed into a corner, Jason tripped, dropping one of his taser guns. He raised the other but Greene quickly sliced through it in one move before revealing a smaller weapon in his other hand. The weapon looked similar to a syringe and when he jammed it into Jason’s arm it cause the latter to cry out in pain. Greene stepped back for a moment, collecting himself as he explained, “I picked that little concoction up from some Professor named Milo. It’s going to induce heavy hallucinations so…have fun,” Jason began convulsing on the ground before jumping to his feet, pulling the syringe from his arm and swaying in place. He removed his cowl and threw it across the room at Greene, who stepped into the shadows, saying, “I’ll wait, don’t worry. You won’t be harmed until the effects wear off. I’d like to know more about you before I add your corpse to this collection.” Sweating now, Jason looked all around as the room seemed to shift around him as if it were breathing. In a panicked rush he turned and kicked open the doors to escape only to have a blinding light pour in, seemingly dragging him into the hallway.