I had underestimated them. Separately, I could pick at them one at a time, much like I did with Bruce and Tim before. Now, they were better trained, like I was-but not just in strength alone.

Still, I wasn't going to let them take me away like that, lock me away in Blackgate and let them forget about me. No...I would ensure that whenever the name "Jason Todd," "Red Hood" or whatever alias I chose was whispered, Tim would shiver in surprise and uncertainty, Dick would grit his teeth in silent fury, and Bruce would get that look on his face I always saw-disappointment, anger and guilt.

Hmm...The Gotham City Convention Center appears to be having some sort of gala. Things might get out of hand, with the Joker still around.

Maybe I'd better toss my hat back into the ring, even with a few injuries that I'd received from both Bruce and Tim. There are people there who could need help...

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