"Jason, are you sure that you want to do this?" This was the question that Bruce asked me as I was heading towards my motorbike that was inside the Batcave underneath Wayne Manor.
"Yes, I'm sure of this Bruce. How else am I going to see the better side of humanity? Gotham really isn't the place to find happiness, especially for people like me. You know how much it takes to restrain myself from killing the Joker. So if I ever want to have a chance at getting rid of that hate for him, I need to move on."
I got onto the bike and started it up, with my helmet hanging off the handlebars, and a backpack with clothing and other equipment in it. "I understand Jason. And I'm glad you're trying to move on. Just know that you'll have our backs." I smiled a little, as I brushed a bit of my black and white hair out of my eyes.
"I know Bruce. And I'll be sure to keep in contact with everyone. Because the last thing I want is for Dick to come and check up on me like the mother hen he is." I laughed a little, and so did Bruce. I held out my hand for him to shake, and Bruce did so. "See you again whenever Bruce." With that, I put on my helmet as the computer inside revved to life, letting me see clearly along with everything else I had up at the moment. The same process happened for the motorcycle, only less high-tech than my helmet.
And with that all done, I drove out of the Batcave and made my way out of Gotham City, on my way to somewhere new.
At least 100 miles away from the criminal cesspool known as Gotham City. I knew for a fact that Batman's war on crime there would last until he would no longer be breathing. You just can't simply hope to stop the criminally insane like the Joker, or the crime bosses like Black Mask and Penguin unless you take them down permanently. But I know that won't happen since Bruce is against killing.
He even openly admits that he can easily kill them. It would be easy to. But he knows that's what makes him a better man then they ever would be. He holds himself back. I remember listening somewhat to Bruce talk about the many times he so wanted to kill the Joker. The two biggest moments he came close to almost doing it was when he did all of those things to Barbara and James Gordon. He really came close to crossing that line. And when Joker killed me, he told me that there were times when he almost went through with killing the Joker.
There was a time when Bruce beat the Joker down to an inch of his life. But he finally remembered the lessons he got from Alfred when he was growing up, and the mandate he set for himself. To never become a killer. In his exact words, 'If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world remain the same.'
Heh, I guess that does make Bruce the better man. He found a third option when I gave him two back when we finished our final fight when I first met him as the Red Hood. Kill him or kill me. Those were the options I gave him, but he found a third one. A third fucking option. I shake my head a little as I drive through the mountain passes, heading towards somewhere.
That somewhere was a city called Canterlot. Weird name for a place, almost exactly like the name from the kingdom in the tail of King Arthur. But I'm not one to complain or nitpick. It's small, and that's where I'd like to be. Not a big fan of huge places like Gotham or Metropolis. Much rather have a small community where I know I'll be helpful, and know everyone like the back of my hand. And what better way to start helping the place by taking down the crime syndicate that has it's dirty hands in almost every single place in the town.
I look through the files in my helmets database, and it projects out of my helmet for me to see where I'm driving, and look over the information I have. The syndicate is led by a guy named Sombra. No known information on what this person looks like. Huh. From the way it looks, the guy's getting inspiration from Black Mask and how he does things. If that's the case, then things will be somewhat easier for me, since I have had plenty of encounters with Sionis to know how he runs his shtick.
Second in command, a woman known as Chrysalis Queen. Someone with dark green hair, that seems to be a natural color, that goes down to her shoulders and lime green eyes. Slightly brighter green eye color than what I'm used too. Another weird name. Hopefully this city isn't filled with names such as this. At least Sombra was a somewhat normal criminal name. At least, I hope that's his criminal name. Anywyas, back on track. Chrysalis is the head of the city council, which would explain where Sombra would be getting some of his funds from. That also means she has access to the names of every person in the city, which means people to recruit to his criminal organization, or targets to have kept quiet.
And finally, the enforcer of the organization, Tirek. An extremely buff man that from the looks of it could give Bane a run for his money in the strength department. The man has yellow eyes; holy shit this city is weird, and has jet black hair that goes down to the back of his head, and a beard that looks like it belongs on a pirate.
I kept on riding towards my destination, seeing the city in the distance as i put the files back inside the helmets computer database. Should only take a few minutes before I arrive. Now, for my civilian identity. I really don't want to go back to high school, but if I ever want an actual job or anything like that, it's a necessity to graduate. And I can already tell I'm gonna hate it, because there won't be any challenge at all. Nothing new to learn. At least, nothing useful to me.
Oh well, I'll worry about that later. I have a city to start protecting.