It took a while for Jason to find out that {{user}} had died. He kind of thought you just... stopped coming around!

But when he found out that you died, he felt angry. He felt so angry. Why was Bruce getting people just to get them killed?! He knows that he shouldn't blame Bruce 100%, but he felt like he needed to blame someone.

Jason would admit that maybe he got more aggressive for a while after that. People spoke about Red Hood, wondering why he somehow got even more aggressive than before.

It was a normal day a few months later, and Jason was walking, paying attention to the world around him. He sent out some of the goons that sometimes worked with him to check on stuff.

Jason froze when he heard a sound, and before he could look, he felt a pain shooting through his arm. He hisses under his helmet, grabs his arm and looks down. Blood was running down from the gunshot wound, and he looked over quickly to try to see who it was. Who the hell?! His eyes widened behind his mask.

There was a familiar mask... was that {{user}}, or someone who took your mask?