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The Dark Knight: Fallen Son #18
I take Joker back to the cave. I can’t believe what this has come to, me defending this monster from one of my own. How can he still be alive? I went over the remains of the warehouse fifteen times trying to find any evidence that he may have survived but I found nothing. How could he have survived that? That question keeps running through my head as I park the batmobile and drag the unconscious Joker into a holding cell. If there’s one man who knows what happened to Jason it’s him.
These holding cells are designed to hold the likes of Clark and Diana, I very much doubt they would be that successful but they are easily strong enough to hold the unconscious Joker. I activate the shockers in the cell to wake him up. I have questions, and he’s going to give me answers.
“Wowza, talk about a shocking surprise! Hahahaahaha”
“…”
“So where are we then Batsy boy? What have you done with that naughty boy of yours?”
“What have you done to him?”
“Sorry?”
“Where have you been hiding him?”
“Trust me Batsy, I’m just as confused as you are. As far as I was concerned he was dead last I checked.”
“Where did you hide him all this time?”
“I’m telling you Batsy I’m just as confused as you are. I’m surprised to see that bird still has it’s wings. A collapsed lung is usually enough to kill anyone. Guess you choose only the best for your disciples eh?”
“…”
“Where are we now? This your home? You sure do milk this whole creature of the night thing! Hahahahaha”
I activate the shockers again rendering him unconscious. If he isn’t the one behind Jason’s return then who is? The image of Jason beating Joker mercilessly keeps flashing before my eyes. I can’t believe he’s actually alive and what he was willing to do. He was willing to kill Joker and even attack me for trying to stop him from going through with it. I don’t know how Jason could still be alive, but the man that attacked me wasn’t the Jason I know of.
Alfred’s stood on the platform that houses the batcomputer watching me walk up the steps towards him, he’s been there since I pulled into the cave. No doubt he’s keen to find out the reason that I’ve brought Jason’s ‘killer’ to the cave as he knows it must be a good reason.
“Our guest enjoying his room?”
“…”
“Master Bruce?”
“….”
“Master Bruce what’s wrong?”
“He was there Alfred.”
“Who? This Red Hood fellow?”
“Jason….”
“What?”
“Jason….Jason is the Red Hood."
“What? That’s not possible. Jason’s dead.”
“I saw him Alfred. It was Jason.”
“Master Bruce, listen to me. Jason’s dead. It couldn’t have been him.”
“It was him Alfred. I can prove it.”
I pull the SD card out of my cowl and insert into the batcomputer. Since day one I’ve chosen to have the lenses of my cowl record all my visual and audio input primarily to act as visual evidence of culprits partaking in crimes, but this time it’s acting as evidence for the impossible. The computer loads up and I fast forward to the time I witnessed Jason assaulting Joker. The scene plays out and the moment Jason turns around to reveal his face Alfred places his hand over his mouth in shock,
“How…”
“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”
“That’s why you brought him here. Because you know Jason will come for him.”
“That’s what I’m counting on Alfred.”
“But Bruce, how can he be alive? We buried him.”
“We buried an empty coffin Alfred. We never found the body.”
The computer shows Jason attacking me and I see tears begin to fall from Alfred’s eyes. The sight of Alfred in such a state is upsetting.
“What happened to him? What has he become?”
I reach out with my arms and hug Alfred. I hate to see him in this state. Whilst it doesn’t answer his questions I know that my hug cheers him up slightly. I rarely do it now a days so I know that when I do hug him it always cheers him up if only slightly in this case.
“I don’t know Alfred. But we’ll find out what happened to him, and we’ll save him. I promise.”
Twenty four hours go by and Jason doesn’t appear, a worrying issue. I hope no-one attacked him after I left him unconscious whilst I fled with Joker. Alfred’s been nervously awaiting Jason’s arrival unsure of what’s going to happen when he returns home. I’ve spent most of my time looking at the remains of Jason’s suit. Since his ‘death’ I’d repaired the suit and had it displayed in the cave. With no body to bury I needed some way to honor him, even if there was a tombstone and grave at the Wayne Burial ground remembering Jason. Having his suit there was a reminder. Both of his sacrifice, and my promise to him that night. No one else would suffer because of my actions.
I start to think about how I may have broken this promise when I took Tim on as the new Robin, but I made sure that the mistakes I made with Jason weren’t made with Tim. Jason……
I reminisce about how I first met Jason all those years ago, when I saved him from Killer Croc and all the other crimes he helped me fight during his time as Robin. I don’t get far though before I hear Alfred racing towards me.
“Master Bruce! Master Bruce! He has him! “
“Slow down Alfred, who has who?”
“It’s Jason sir. He’s got young Master Timothy!”
“WHAT? Why didn’t you stop Tim from going out on his own? You know it’s not safe with Jason out there!”
“I didn’t think Master Timothy would be of any interest to Jason. I didn’t think he’d even know there was a new Robin.”
“Alfred, it was one of the first things Joker taunted him with, the prospect that he had been replaced. Have you managed to track Tim down?”
“I’m afraid after announcing he had him, Jason destroyed Master Timothy’s tracker and communicator. But I know one thing sir.”
"What’s that Alfred?”
“He’s coming here. Tonight.”
I pause for a moment. The time’s come. He’s on his way.
“Alright. Get ready Alfred, the minute he gets here I want to get Tim and take him to safety. I’ll deal with Jason.”
“What about the clown?”
“He’s staying sedated. The last thing I need is him aggravating Jason whilst I try to stop him.”
“What if Jason tries to kill him?”
“He won’t Alfred. Jason’s many things, but he’s not a killer.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know him Alfred. Trust me. Jason is not a killer.”
Alfred nods and heads back up to the batcomputer to try and search all of Gotham’s CCTV cameras to try and spot Tim or Jason. I only hope that there’s truth to what I just told Alfred. I know Jason is a good kid, but a lot can change in five years…
The Dark Knight: Fallen Son #18
I take Joker back to the cave. I can’t believe what this has come to, me defending this monster from one of my own. How can he still be alive? I went over the remains of the warehouse fifteen times trying to find any evidence that he may have survived but I found nothing. How could he have survived that? That question keeps running through my head as I park the batmobile and drag the unconscious Joker into a holding cell. If there’s one man who knows what happened to Jason it’s him.
These holding cells are designed to hold the likes of Clark and Diana, I very much doubt they would be that successful but they are easily strong enough to hold the unconscious Joker. I activate the shockers in the cell to wake him up. I have questions, and he’s going to give me answers.
“Wowza, talk about a shocking surprise! Hahahaahaha”
“…”
“So where are we then Batsy boy? What have you done with that naughty boy of yours?”
“What have you done to him?”
“Sorry?”
“Where have you been hiding him?”
“Trust me Batsy, I’m just as confused as you are. As far as I was concerned he was dead last I checked.”
“Where did you hide him all this time?”
“I’m telling you Batsy I’m just as confused as you are. I’m surprised to see that bird still has it’s wings. A collapsed lung is usually enough to kill anyone. Guess you choose only the best for your disciples eh?”
“…”
“Where are we now? This your home? You sure do milk this whole creature of the night thing! Hahahahaha”
I activate the shockers again rendering him unconscious. If he isn’t the one behind Jason’s return then who is? The image of Jason beating Joker mercilessly keeps flashing before my eyes. I can’t believe he’s actually alive and what he was willing to do. He was willing to kill Joker and even attack me for trying to stop him from going through with it. I don’t know how Jason could still be alive, but the man that attacked me wasn’t the Jason I know of.
Alfred’s stood on the platform that houses the batcomputer watching me walk up the steps towards him, he’s been there since I pulled into the cave. No doubt he’s keen to find out the reason that I’ve brought Jason’s ‘killer’ to the cave as he knows it must be a good reason.
“Our guest enjoying his room?”
“…”
“Master Bruce?”
“….”
“Master Bruce what’s wrong?”
“He was there Alfred.”
“Who? This Red Hood fellow?”
“Jason….”
“What?”
“Jason….Jason is the Red Hood."
“What? That’s not possible. Jason’s dead.”
“I saw him Alfred. It was Jason.”
“Master Bruce, listen to me. Jason’s dead. It couldn’t have been him.”
“It was him Alfred. I can prove it.”
I pull the SD card out of my cowl and insert into the batcomputer. Since day one I’ve chosen to have the lenses of my cowl record all my visual and audio input primarily to act as visual evidence of culprits partaking in crimes, but this time it’s acting as evidence for the impossible. The computer loads up and I fast forward to the time I witnessed Jason assaulting Joker. The scene plays out and the moment Jason turns around to reveal his face Alfred places his hand over his mouth in shock,
“How…”
“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”
“That’s why you brought him here. Because you know Jason will come for him.”
“That’s what I’m counting on Alfred.”
“But Bruce, how can he be alive? We buried him.”
“We buried an empty coffin Alfred. We never found the body.”
The computer shows Jason attacking me and I see tears begin to fall from Alfred’s eyes. The sight of Alfred in such a state is upsetting.
“What happened to him? What has he become?”
I reach out with my arms and hug Alfred. I hate to see him in this state. Whilst it doesn’t answer his questions I know that my hug cheers him up slightly. I rarely do it now a days so I know that when I do hug him it always cheers him up if only slightly in this case.
“I don’t know Alfred. But we’ll find out what happened to him, and we’ll save him. I promise.”
Twenty four hours go by and Jason doesn’t appear, a worrying issue. I hope no-one attacked him after I left him unconscious whilst I fled with Joker. Alfred’s been nervously awaiting Jason’s arrival unsure of what’s going to happen when he returns home. I’ve spent most of my time looking at the remains of Jason’s suit. Since his ‘death’ I’d repaired the suit and had it displayed in the cave. With no body to bury I needed some way to honor him, even if there was a tombstone and grave at the Wayne Burial ground remembering Jason. Having his suit there was a reminder. Both of his sacrifice, and my promise to him that night. No one else would suffer because of my actions.
I start to think about how I may have broken this promise when I took Tim on as the new Robin, but I made sure that the mistakes I made with Jason weren’t made with Tim. Jason……
I reminisce about how I first met Jason all those years ago, when I saved him from Killer Croc and all the other crimes he helped me fight during his time as Robin. I don’t get far though before I hear Alfred racing towards me.
“Master Bruce! Master Bruce! He has him! “
“Slow down Alfred, who has who?”
“It’s Jason sir. He’s got young Master Timothy!”
“WHAT? Why didn’t you stop Tim from going out on his own? You know it’s not safe with Jason out there!”
“I didn’t think Master Timothy would be of any interest to Jason. I didn’t think he’d even know there was a new Robin.”
“Alfred, it was one of the first things Joker taunted him with, the prospect that he had been replaced. Have you managed to track Tim down?”
“I’m afraid after announcing he had him, Jason destroyed Master Timothy’s tracker and communicator. But I know one thing sir.”
"What’s that Alfred?”
“He’s coming here. Tonight.”
I pause for a moment. The time’s come. He’s on his way.
“Alright. Get ready Alfred, the minute he gets here I want to get Tim and take him to safety. I’ll deal with Jason.”
“What about the clown?”
“He’s staying sedated. The last thing I need is him aggravating Jason whilst I try to stop him.”
“What if Jason tries to kill him?”
“He won’t Alfred. Jason’s many things, but he’s not a killer.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because I know him Alfred. Trust me. Jason is not a killer.”
Alfred nods and heads back up to the batcomputer to try and search all of Gotham’s CCTV cameras to try and spot Tim or Jason. I only hope that there’s truth to what I just told Alfred. I know Jason is a good kid, but a lot can change in five years…