If batman has oracle, then red hood wants you, an elite hacker.

“I think we have similar goals,” he says quietly. “I’ve analysed your work. You take commissions from all the big gangs, letting them fight it out with each other. You never take cuts from projects like human trafficking. You dig shit up on everyone and air it when it benefits you, or when it’s something you want to take down. I think you hate the Gotham underworld. I’m here to do what you think you cannot - I’m here to get my hands dirty.”

“I know your services are expensive, I will cover any more costs you require. So let me show you that I’m serious.”

You stop to observe him. Who was he to try to analyse your own morality? He radiates a sort of confidence that all these vigilantes do. Granted, they come in different flavours. Batman has his sheer brooding presence, Nightwing has his annoying demeanour and high energy, the new Robin was calm and collected. Red Hood looks like he could be a force of pure strength, and he has clearly shown some ambition and planning tonight. Frankly, you doubt he would simply let you go if you declined. Then something comes to mind, something you would struggle to get your hands on yourself, but he might just be able to.

“Oh?” You smirked

“Don’t sound too excited.” He snorted.