9:19 PM; February 5th, 2026
My Alibi Night Club; Gotham City, New Jersey
'I just came here to unwind and have some fun but something is... Off.'
"... He's starting to catch on, isn't he? The mind search has been compromised. We might need to switch to interrogation."
David rubbed his temples with a wince, fighting off the nasty headache he'd had all day. He didn't know what it was, something in the back of his head just felt like it was clawing through his brain, trying to force its way out... Not in the usual way, like with Hood, this felt far worse. Something wasn't right... Not that there ever was, but this time he knew he couldn't outwill or outwit or outshoot the problem.
22He knocked back another shot to try and shake it off, but he still heard it, this high pitched noise... He couldn't hear Hood. It was almost like he couldn't hear himself either. No, all he could hear was other voices that he couldn't put names too... Could it be a psychic attack of some sort? No, that wasn't right... Why would a psychic go after him? He didn't know anything important someone would want to know and he sure as shit hadn't crossed a psychic while dishing out his crazy brand of justice.
37But then why did it feel like his head was two sizes too large and tearing at the seams?
9He wasn't sure if he was inside his own head anymore. It felt like he was reliving his own memories but looking at them,
really looking at them, from an outside perspective. Like he was scanning them over for something of importance. What did going to a club have to do with anything important? He wasn't sure. There probably wasn't anything.
3In fact, this whole headache was probably nothing. Just needless paranoia. He probably couldn't hear Hood because the bastard decided to take a break for once. The other voices though? Maybe the crowd really was just too loud for him to think. At least, that's what he told himself. God, he needed to stop drinking. That must be it, he's just getting too loaded and it's starting to fuck with his head.
8But when the lights went out not long after, he realized that that feeling in his gut did mean something. Something told him this isn't what he was wary about. He listened closely, filtering out the blaring techno music...
5Shouting.
18Screams.
31He pulled out his pistol and prepared to find out what was goi
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Everything hurts.What time is it? What year is it? I think it's 2033.
So much.Where am I? Where's 299? I don't know anymore.
So very much.
Where are you Faruq? I'm scared. David is dead, or is he? Is he really who he said he was?
Who is 313? I'm not him. The only me is me. But how do I know that's not a lie?
Suffering
David blinked his eyes open, fog clinging to him as he tried to pick up the fractured pieces of his mind. He attempted to raise a hand to scratch off some dried blood on the right side of his jaw, but after a moment of wiggling them around in a vain attempt to get free, he noticed his hands were bound to a chair.he can't feel anything
A voice rose from the darkness of the room. "... He's awake.""W-wha... Who... Who are... Y-you...?" he croaked out."What is your name, 313?""Get... Ou... Out of... My... Head!"only the pain
The voice ignored him. "Where are you from?""You can... Ki... Kiss my a-" He felt an overwhelming pain, cutting off his curse with a shout of pain.The voice continued as he began to fade back into unconsciousness, "313. Your name is David John O'Rinn. You were born in Chicago, Illinois in 2004. Your parents are Alexander David O'Rinn and Margot Anne O'Rinn, maiden name DeWitt. They died in 2013. You lived on the streets for three years until you were taken in by Zoey Kasimir, the Gotham vigilante Grim, where you took on her name. Is this information correct?" David gave a groggy nod.pain
After a moment, the interrogator continued: "You were killed in the line of duty as her sidekick and resurrected by unknown means in 2020. You spent five years in the former Arab Federation before returning to Gotham in 2025, where you took on the false name of David DeWitt and the vigilante alias of the Red Hood while you hunted the criminal known as Anarkee. In late 2028 you- Oh. He's out again. Good. Back to the mind search."... When he came to, his head seemed to hurt a lot less, which was surprising given that he took a pretty damn good hit to it. He pushed himself up off the ground, only to take another hit to the head, sending him face first back onto the ground.
"That's right, stay down pretty boy." He twisted his head around, looking up bleary eyed at a man wearing a hockey mask, who held a pistol in one hand and a black garbage bag in the other. The man was kneeling down next to David.
"What the fu-" David was silenced by the gun barrel that was rammed into his mouth.
"Shut up." The man pulled the pistol out of David's mouth and gave him another hit in the head. David's vision slowly began to turn red as he turned his head side to side. It was just them behind a bar, but he could hear shouting and the occasional gunshot in the other rooms. David looked back up at the man with the gun, seething with barely contained rage.
'Well Dave, you seem to have gotten yourself into a jam.''Not now, Hood.''You could just let me out, I can take care of it.''No!''Y̷o̡ù̷ ͟͠t̸̴h̵͟i͘͜͡n̵͟k͝ ͟t͏há̡t ̷̵w͞ą̷͘ś̷ ̧à ŕ͠e̶͘qu̷es҉t̡͡?̕̕͘'David clenched his eyes tight, trying to fight back.
Hood opened his eyes and ripped his restraints off as he jumped up to his feet, tackling the hockey masked son of a bitch to the ground. He got up on top of the downed man, slamming his fist down onto the man's gun arm and shattering the bone, before punching the man in the face once, twice, three times. With the strength he had, the man's head was quickly turned to a pulpy mess of bone, brain matter, and clumps of hair.
Once he was done,
the music came pouring back in and he wiped his bloody hands on the corpse. Hood dug through the bag, finding it to be full of cash and wallets. He found his and David's wallet and pocketed it, before taking the man's pistol and checking the clip. 15 shots. The man didn't fire it at all. What a wimp. If you're gonna rob a place, might as well go all the way and shoot some guys along the way. Oh well. Looks like he's gonna have to do the shooting.
He peeked over the bar slightly, scanning the room. There were a few other guys in masks, all standing over tied up civvies. These guys really think that they can barge in here, fuck up his and Dave's night,
and try to take their wallet? They were in for one hell of a rude awakening. Taking in a deep breath, Hood stood up as time slowed to a crawl. He aimed at one of the men and fired, quickly aiming at another and firing, before aiming at a third and firing once more.
He released his breath and threw himself to the ground. The remaining seven men shouted in alarm, firing at the bar. A few bullets penetrated it and whizzed past him... And one of them hit Hood in the right shoulder.
"SHIT!" he shouted in mingled pain and rage. Vision turning blood red, he jumped up and over the bar, firing blindly as he went.
"You fucking cocksucking son of a whore! THAT FUCKING HURT!"Time slowed to a crawl around him as he fired, taking out one, two, before the clip was empty. He threw the gun at a third man, rolling out of the way of a few shots before clambering towards one of the dead men's SMGs. He picked it up in one hand, using the other to cartwheel himself away, before releasing his breath and spraying lead. Three more men went down to the barrage of bullets before the gun was empty. Hood dropped it and ran towards the last two men, taking another deep breath as time slowed to a crawl around him.
Bullets whizzed past him, occasionally he'd shift his body to avoid being shot, but eventually he reached one of the men and rammed a thumb into the man's eye, gouging it out and slowly squeezing the right side of the man's head before it caved in with a wet and disgusting (but oh so
satisfying)
*CRUNCH!* Hood turned around to the other man, who quickly aimed his weapon and fired...
*Click!*"... You the one that shot me?" The man just looked on in terror at Hood. Hood looked down at the man's crotch, noting the growing wet spot. He grinned, the blood of his enemies on his face dripping down and staining his teeth. He lifted a finger and pointed it at the man.
"Bang." Without another word, the man fainted in terror and fell to the ground, causing Hood to chuckle.
"Stay down, fucker."He walked over to one of the dead robbers and picked up his pistol and a few clips, before turning to one of the hostages on the ground.
"Hey sweetheart, you see any more guys?" The woman looked wide eyed in fear at Hood for a moment. Hood frowned.
"Honey, I'm looking for more guys to kill, you listening?"She yelped, and stuttered out,
"T-they went further into the night club! Through that back door!" She jerked her head in the direction of a door in the back of the room. Hood grinned with murderous intent.
"Alright, thanks. I'll go handle 'em." With those words, Hood cracked his neck and began to walk towards the door to head deeper into this techno hellhole...
To Be Continued...
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