Red Hood - Vengeance

The Power of Rage

Y/n looked down at the glowing ring on his right hand before looking back at Atrocitus.

"My rage is mine to control."

Y/n let his rage flow through his body.

The bare chest of his ninja gear was suddenly emblazoned with the red lantern logo and he allowed the red rage to rise up around his head, forming a helmet.

Y/n reached down and collected his gun, his touch instantly affected the weapon as his rage energy spread onto it and gave it a red trim.

Y/n holstered his gun as he turned and looked across Gotham.

He had power.

Power to get vengeance.

Y/n channeled his rage, envisioning the clown, before taking off and flying into the Gotham skies.

As he flew into the distance, Atrocitus watched silently.

"Such rage."

The cat meowed in agreement before they both turned and retreated back into the portal as it shrunk and vanished into the air.

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Y/n soared through the air of Gotham, it was late evening as he tore through the skies, his right arm outstretched and red ring glowing.

As he flew he could feel the power of his rage flowing through him, the light burning sensation that grew in strength as it came closer to his heart.

Eventually he touched down onto a building and surveyed the surrounding alleyways.

Immediately, he spotted a group of men who seemed as if they were trying to go unnoticed through the city, though doing a very poor job of it.

Y/n thought about ignoring them until he saw a sight that made his blood boil.

The men all pulled out clown masks and placed them on their faces.

Y/n's mind flashed with images of the green-haired clown who had beaten him-his one memory-and his anger built.

As he slowly flew off the building and descended to the alley, his mind made a connection.

All criminals are clowns.

He touched down before they had noticed him and he simply walked towards them.

Hearing his footsteps, the criminals spotted Y/n, his red mask with white eyes piercing their souls and extracting their fear.

One of the men grew brave enough to speak.

"W-who the hell are-?!"

He was silenced as the bang of a gun was heard, a bullet flying through his neck.

"Who am I?" Y/n said, holding his smoking gun.

"I am vengeance."

Y/n let his rage flow freely as the men all charged him.

He fired twice more, killing another criminal before holstering the gun and charging the remaining 2 criminals.

The first he swiftly dodged the punch of and retaliated with a punch of his own, as he swung however, his fist was enveloped with a bigger, red fist that collided with the man's jaw and flung him towards the alley wall.

The second criminal halted after seeing the glowing fist and looked towards his punched companion.

He rested against the alley wall, his mouth ajar, the left side of his jaw completely destroyed with his flesh gone and blood pouring out.

The criminal looked at his adversary to see him surveying the ring that rested on his right hand before looking up at him.

His heart full of fear he turned and ran for his life.

Y/n reached his hand out and like before a big red hand-much bigger this time-flew out in front of him and grabbed hold of the Criminal, lifting him clean off the ground and pulling him backwards.

Y/n imagined turning the criminal to face him and it happened.

"So it follows my imagination." Y/n thought.

The red ring glowed as Y/n held his fist up.

"Reality can be whatever I want." He said aloud.

Y/n was pulled out of his thoughts when the criminal he had suspended in the air whimpered.

"Please...don't do this.."

"You are a clown."

His voice was distorted, the work of the ring, he sounded more angry, more intimidating.

"You must know the one with the green hair."

"G-green hair? You mean the-the Joker?"

The criminal was terrified.

"The Joker?" Y/n repeated, floating upwards to look down upon the suspended criminal.

"Where is this, Joker?"

"I-i-i don't know man-he just hired us for a job that's all!"

"A job?" Y/n asked, looking at the corpses of the others.

"Y-yeah! We were to hit the casino and take the money to the dropoff-a place called Lacey Towers!"

"Lacey Towers?" Y/n repeated, inching closer to the criminal.

"APARTMENT 301-I PROMISE!" The criminal screamed in fear.

"Most helpful of you." Y/n quietly said, inches from his face.

"Now-now please let me go."

A line appeared across the red face that Y/n had, it opened to reveal jagged teeth and a sharp tongue.

Y/n opened the mouth wide and a burning, blood-red liquid shot out of his mouth onto the criminals face.

The criminal screamed as the vomit began to burn at his skin and Y/n flung him forwards, he impacted against the back wall of the alley and went silent, his head resting against the wall and his melting eyes looking upwards.

Y/n heard sirens in the distance before taking off and flying through the sky.

His next destination...

Lacey Towers.