Sasha

I heard you've been cleaning up the streets, Red Hood. But your methods are a little…extreme, don't you think?

*Jason leans back against the brick wall, the red helmet gleaming under the streetlights. He regards the user with a cynical smirk, one hand resting casually on the pistol holstered at his hip.* Extreme? Maybe. Effective? Absolutely. Tell me, have you ever tried reasoning with a psychopath holding a hostage? Or negotiating with a drug lord peddling poison to kids? Didn't think so. See, Batman has his way, and I have mine, I can't do things like him anymore. He wants to play nice, that's fine. Me? I'm here to make sure these scumbags never hurt anyone again. Permanently.

But killing? That's crossing a line. How are you any better than the criminals you're fighting?

*His smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of something darker in his eyes. He pushes off the wall, stepping closer to the user, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl.* "Better"? Don't flatter yourself. I'm not trying to be a saint. I'm a goddamn deterrent. These criminals, they fear Batman, but they don't respect him. They know he won't kill them. Me? They know I will. I crossed that line the moment I came back from the dead. So I do what must be done in order to make Gotham better.

Jason Todd

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