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Red Hood Volume 11 #111
Fires consuming several surrounding buildings, as well as the mass evacuation, acted as background noises to mask the sound of a museum’s doors being broken down. Four men, covered in winter apparel and toting various melee weapons, entered with little consideration for the police, as the GCPD had their hands more than full as it were. Two of the robbers stopped in the gift shop and began to empty the cash register as the one with red hair asked,
“How much are we shooting for here?”
“As much as we can find. I’m hoping for a couple grand at least.” The one with black hair answered as he stuffed stacks of cash into his jacket pockets.
“Oh, ‘cause I was maybe gonna pick up a thing or two for my kid.”
“Just get somethin’ here in the gift shop.” The black haired robber said as he and the one with red hair ran to catch up with the rest of their group.
“Nah, see, he likes museums and stuff like this. I was thinkin’ maybe I’d get him a dinosaur bone.” The two robbers caught up to the others in what appeared to be an exhibit on death through the ages. A black horse statue stood on its hind legs above a small one-eyed skull shrine, both of which caused shudders throughout the group.
“The way I see it, there’s probably one more register up here-” The robber dressed in all black began before the power was cut in the room. Stumbling around in the dark, they heard the robber with curly brown hair cry out,
“Oh no! Not him! Not tonight! Isn’t he busy enough?!?!”
“Relax, ya idiot. It’s probably on account of the fires.” The one in all black said just before the window nearby exploded, with glass flying around the room.
“Ya know, this was my favorite museum here. Not that I liked museums particularly, but they let me stay the night a few times. Not too fond of the idea of it being robbed.” The robbers all looked up to see Jason Todd standing in front of Roy Harper and Scarlet, each with weapons pointed at the group.
“Seriously? There’s all sorts of weirdos running around tonight and you guys come for us?” Jason fired off a shot from his new and improved taser gun that shot the black haired robber across the room.
“I told you. This really was my favorite museum.” The red haired robber swung at Jason just as he finished. They missed, allowing Jason to slam the man’s head down onto the nearby instructional computer monitor.
“ ‘Where there is no imagination there is no horror’ is a quote from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s A Study in Scarlet, and the saying runs true with execution methods over the course of human history…”
“Oh joy.” Scarlet said as she fired off a round that knocked the weapon out of one of the robber’s hands. Roy had already rushed in, throwing the robber in all black across the room with his mechanical arm.
“ …possibly the most brutal execution tactic is the practice of bleeding the victim out from the throat-” Jason shot another taser blast at the console, while saying,
“Gross.” With another blast from his taser gun, Jason realized that all of the robbers were unconscious. The Outlaws caught their collective breaths for a moment before Roy asked,
“Ok, how are we getting them all to GCPD?” Shrugging, Jason replied,
“Hadn’t thought that far…I guess we can load them into the truck. Do we have any spare duck tape that-?”
“Yes.” Roy answered, cutting Jason off. Shooting his friend a strange look, Jason asked,
“Can you go get it?” Nodding, Roy turned and leapt out the window they had entered through. Jason and Scarlet turned to look out onto Gotham as he did, causing the former to sigh.
“Everything ok?” Scarlet asked. Smiling, Jason looked out onto the numerous buildings engulfed in flame as he replied,
“Never better. I’m home.”
Red Hood Volume 11 #111
Fires consuming several surrounding buildings, as well as the mass evacuation, acted as background noises to mask the sound of a museum’s doors being broken down. Four men, covered in winter apparel and toting various melee weapons, entered with little consideration for the police, as the GCPD had their hands more than full as it were. Two of the robbers stopped in the gift shop and began to empty the cash register as the one with red hair asked,
“How much are we shooting for here?”
“As much as we can find. I’m hoping for a couple grand at least.” The one with black hair answered as he stuffed stacks of cash into his jacket pockets.
“Oh, ‘cause I was maybe gonna pick up a thing or two for my kid.”
“Just get somethin’ here in the gift shop.” The black haired robber said as he and the one with red hair ran to catch up with the rest of their group.
“Nah, see, he likes museums and stuff like this. I was thinkin’ maybe I’d get him a dinosaur bone.” The two robbers caught up to the others in what appeared to be an exhibit on death through the ages. A black horse statue stood on its hind legs above a small one-eyed skull shrine, both of which caused shudders throughout the group.
“The way I see it, there’s probably one more register up here-” The robber dressed in all black began before the power was cut in the room. Stumbling around in the dark, they heard the robber with curly brown hair cry out,
“Oh no! Not him! Not tonight! Isn’t he busy enough?!?!”
“Relax, ya idiot. It’s probably on account of the fires.” The one in all black said just before the window nearby exploded, with glass flying around the room.
“Ya know, this was my favorite museum here. Not that I liked museums particularly, but they let me stay the night a few times. Not too fond of the idea of it being robbed.” The robbers all looked up to see Jason Todd standing in front of Roy Harper and Scarlet, each with weapons pointed at the group.
“Seriously? There’s all sorts of weirdos running around tonight and you guys come for us?” Jason fired off a shot from his new and improved taser gun that shot the black haired robber across the room.
“I told you. This really was my favorite museum.” The red haired robber swung at Jason just as he finished. They missed, allowing Jason to slam the man’s head down onto the nearby instructional computer monitor.
“ ‘Where there is no imagination there is no horror’ is a quote from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s A Study in Scarlet, and the saying runs true with execution methods over the course of human history…”
“Oh joy.” Scarlet said as she fired off a round that knocked the weapon out of one of the robber’s hands. Roy had already rushed in, throwing the robber in all black across the room with his mechanical arm.
“ …possibly the most brutal execution tactic is the practice of bleeding the victim out from the throat-” Jason shot another taser blast at the console, while saying,
“Gross.” With another blast from his taser gun, Jason realized that all of the robbers were unconscious. The Outlaws caught their collective breaths for a moment before Roy asked,
“Ok, how are we getting them all to GCPD?” Shrugging, Jason replied,
“Hadn’t thought that far…I guess we can load them into the truck. Do we have any spare duck tape that-?”
“Yes.” Roy answered, cutting Jason off. Shooting his friend a strange look, Jason asked,
“Can you go get it?” Nodding, Roy turned and leapt out the window they had entered through. Jason and Scarlet turned to look out onto Gotham as he did, causing the former to sigh.
“Everything ok?” Scarlet asked. Smiling, Jason looked out onto the numerous buildings engulfed in flame as he replied,
“Never better. I’m home.”