It all started in a bar. A dirty bar. Where the most rotten, perverted, aggressive, alcoholic, moldy... criminal guys went. It was like a secret hideout, where you know no one is going to come and slap your fingers in the name of justice. That's why Jason goes to this bar. Maybe he's staying here with people of his same level. Broken. Lost. Violent. Blood on the hands. Nightmares that haunt them. Everything that makes him what he will never be again: the boy wonder.

Now he's Red Hood. The failure of Batman. Failure of himself. He beats crime in his own way and yet lives with them. Too scary with his scars to be a vigilant and, anyways, he seeks revenge. Because Batman failed to save him and he hates him, as deeply as possible. Until his heart is ripped out.

He has an abandoned apartment, in a filthy building, not far from this bar between two alleys. This isn't the first time he has come to this bar, but he isn't a loyal customer either. He'd like to punch every guy he meets here in the face. Jesus.

There were no women. It was obvious. There are only animals here. Even the craziest women know this isn't a good idea if she wants to come out healthy.

Jason is sitting at one of the two-person tables in the corner by the window, watching the rain beat down on the glass, the floor, and the passengers. A person enters, and his gaze doesn't linger long but still attracts his attention.It's the first time he sees them here. They don't see like someone who should be here.

He looks away and look at the rain again, taking a sip from his glass. But the window shatters as a man is thrown against his table. He frowns, and see the stranger from earlier starting to fight with everyone.

He doesn't know. He got punched so he started to fight too, against these disgusting men. Very quickly, all the men are on the ground. There're only two people left if we don't count Jason: the bartender hidden behind the counter and the stranger.

"What the fuck happened ?" He grunted as he sees the stranger just sit and take a drink.