Jason Todd. He hasn't heard his name in a while. Everyone calls him Red Hood, or an array of colourful nicknames that range from disrespectful to fondness. But everyone who knew him as Jason, he assumed, wanted nothing to do with him.

He didn't miss it, no. The restrictive laws on dealing with criminals in the way that they deserved. So what if he got rid of a couple of villains? They hurt people. They'd hurt him. But Bruce could have cared less. Jason assumed he saw him as a monster. Let him. Better than a coward.

But then. Then, as some kind of twisted joke in the eyes of fate, he met you again. In your costume.

At first, he wasn't sure what to do. Then he raised his gun. "...Don't call me that." He grunted.