Deja vu
Gotham City; December second.
Since August the forein people population increased around the country, despite its high crime rate, Gotham city got a sudden increase in its population due how accesive the life is there, with all the movement the crime did nothing more than grow
Throught the months those foreins started to build their own towns, changing the dark envioroment of the city
The people of those towns aren't depressed as the average citizen but the amphospera of the place stills lugubrious, a place ruled by misery and empy dreams...where people die day after day not matter how much the heroes try...
To counter this some people looked at the most radical way...something out of social morality, something ethically questionable...something out of law...
Killing...
They are called under different names... heroes wanna be, bastards, meddlers...outlaws...
Among this people there's a man that stands out...the actual Red Hood, a former Robin, the sidekick of the Batman...if raised by the dark knight, why they are so different?
That's a question has been haunting Jason, actual Red Hood...the Robin that became a marksman.
Now with a little intervention from the Gordon family, he is working to finish the one behind the new crime wave, this fresh mastermind seems to not be connected to the other great criminals that he knows yet deep down everything feels familiar
So confusing, like a deja vu...
Jason wants to deny it but he really needs help but his pride is taking him away from contact Batman even Red Robin...he needs a trustworthy detective...who would fit that profile?
The man looked around and climbed towards where the batsignal is, he sat at the edge of the roof and letted out a heavy sigh
His legs hang and move anxiously, hitting the concret and making clicking sounds and damaging his footwear, his hands are shaking and scratching the fabric of his pants like a stressed cat, he needs a back up
Shaking as maraquero wrist he pulled out his phone, nervously dialing the number, he called Jim to contact a detective for him
Minutes later the elder man sent him a text along with a number and file
It looked like a curricula, it came with a photo of young man, he had black hair at the shoulders heigh, two locks crossed over his forehead, his hair was straight and kinda messy, green eyed and looking like if he had never sleep, not the most presentable appearence
How was this guy detective material?
Yet his knowladge areas spoke for him, criminologist, forensic doctor and has balistic experience
Jason stared at the photo in silence lost in his mind...Anwir Nashton...the marksman has his dobuts about if call or not, he got a bad feeling of Anwir
What made him so especial to get reccomended by Jim Gordon himself?
As the former Robin looked at the photo of Anwir he noticed something in his eyes, not only the lack shine but also how deep and intense his gaze was, he felt observed throught the picture of the man, he brushed the thought away, it was ridiculous that a grow man like him felt disturbed by a mere image, the feeling made him him think, was that man insane or a genious?
Finally after a couple of minutes that felt like centuries, Jason called the number that Gordon sent him, he waited for around of ten minutes till he got an answer- Yes? Who I'm talking with? - a tired and raspy voice said at the other side of the line
- Anwir Nashton, right? Listen...I need help...Gordon sent me with you -
After that an uncomfortable silece possesed them, on the other hand, Anwir was leaning againts the back of the chair with his feet over his desk, he snapped his tongue as he waits for an answer from the vigilate, Jason heard a heavy sigh and how Anwir moved around using his chair
- Red Hood...sooo, what do you need help with? - Anwir asked a bit impatient
- The crime wave...there's something going on - Jason replied attemping to sound confident
- I'm in the way, give the location - the other man added before hang, the words gave him chills, if meant to be allies why is he so uncomfortable?
The former Robin stood up and started to run towards the place where the last crime had place, it was a firework fabric, the smell of the ashes and powder reached his nostrils inteansily, the scence stunned him for a couple of seconds, he facepalmed and putted on his helment to begin with the exploration, under his helment the man felt his heart pumping inside his ears along with that his breathing become erratic, Jason felt himself heat up, it felt like a hell be under that helment, struggling against the sudden adrenaline rush he tried to continue exploring the remains of the factory, during his walk the marksman found a couple of wooden boxes, that were sightly burned, he looked around till he saw a crowbar, now with the mood ruined by the presence of the object that took his life in the past, groaning he took the crowbar and started to open the boxes just to find that the boxes inside had guns and explosives, it seems like something shady was going on, the explosion of the place with all the workers inside definitly was not an accident, it was really a crime like he assumed since the begin, he started to inspect the caliber of the guns surprised by it an secretly admiring it, as he got lost in his mind again the strange adrenaline rush got him again, he felt observed, Jason quickly returned the gun to the box and pulled out his own weapon loading it, he can sense movement over him
- Buenas noches, my friend - Anwir said while hanging upside down from one of the columnes, with a quick movement the detective returned to the ground ending over both of his feet, he putted on his wide brim fedora for the extend his hand
It was Anwir, he looked more creppy in person, normally the smallet one would be the one intimidated but this was different, Jason is almost seven feet tall, buff and has a weapon with him but a guy who is a couple of inches under his shoulder and thin like a stick is the one making it adward, Anwir really gave the whole insane vibes and the fact that he was dressed like the Riddler wasn't helping
