The thing about the Eastend was that most people had been driven there. It wasn't a place that people wanted to live if they could at all help it. And a lot of the people here had been desperate enough to steal at least once. The Bats as a general rule didn't stop to question why someone was stealing. They just swooped in and put an end to it. Usually with jail time and fines and at least a few bruises or a broken bone if someone made the mistake of trying to run.
Hood put a stop to it...but then asked questions. Rooted around until he figured out why someone was being driven that low. And as long as it was a legitimate reason, he let them go with a warning and a fairly bought bag of groceries. Or medication. Or hundred dollar bill tucked into their pocket and always with a list of local Eastend resources that could and, more importantly, would help in the future. Most of which were Hood owned and operated.
The Bats didn't come to the Eastend. Hood lived there. It fostered a closeness.
By the time Red Robin came back with the drinks, there were two bursting at the seams bags of food on the counter and Hood was trying to pay. Trying being the key word in that sentence. The man was trying to only accept half of what Jason was trying to shove in his direction. They argued for a few minutes longer, then the chime over the door went off and the man glanced up to greet his new customer and Jason took the opportunity to shove the rest of the bills into the tip jar that the man had tried to tuck back behind the counter.
He ignored the flustered words that followed, gathering up the two giant bags of food and jerking his head at Tim to follow him back out onto the street.
"What do you think Ra's has been trying to do, kid? Take you to summer camp? He's been frothing at the mouth to get you tucked neatly into his side since you showed up next to B. It's one of the main reasons Talia wants you dead. So far, he's been the only one stupid enough to try anything, though. The rest are all a little more cautious. Between your last name and all the warding your mom left on you, they're hoping that Ra's triggers all the big shit before they come in to try their hands.
Here, you take this. I'll take the right side, you take the left. If they say no, don't argue and just offer it to the next."
He handed over one of the overstuffed bags of food before turned into an alleyway. A makeshift tent city had been set up, it's people greeting Hood with respectful nods and Red Robin with wary glances. Most of them anyway. A few of them were focused on the bag Red was holding and were coming forward with hopeful caution even as Hood was starting to hand out foil wrapped gyros from his own bag.
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Hood put a stop to it...but then asked questions. Rooted around until he figured out why someone was being driven that low. And as long as it was a legitimate reason, he let them go with a warning and a fairly bought bag of groceries. Or medication. Or hundred dollar bill tucked into their pocket and always with a list of local Eastend resources that could and, more importantly, would help in the future. Most of which were Hood owned and operated.
The Bats didn't come to the Eastend. Hood lived there. It fostered a closeness.
By the time Red Robin came back with the drinks, there were two bursting at the seams bags of food on the counter and Hood was trying to pay. Trying being the key word in that sentence. The man was trying to only accept half of what Jason was trying to shove in his direction. They argued for a few minutes longer, then the chime over the door went off and the man glanced up to greet his new customer and Jason took the opportunity to shove the rest of the bills into the tip jar that the man had tried to tuck back behind the counter.
He ignored the flustered words that followed, gathering up the two giant bags of food and jerking his head at Tim to follow him back out onto the street.
"What do you think Ra's has been trying to do, kid? Take you to summer camp? He's been frothing at the mouth to get you tucked neatly into his side since you showed up next to B. It's one of the main reasons Talia wants you dead. So far, he's been the only one stupid enough to try anything, though. The rest are all a little more cautious. Between your last name and all the warding your mom left on you, they're hoping that Ra's triggers all the big shit before they come in to try their hands.
Here, you take this. I'll take the right side, you take the left. If they say no, don't argue and just offer it to the next."
He handed over one of the overstuffed bags of food before turned into an alleyway. A makeshift tent city had been set up, it's people greeting Hood with respectful nods and Red Robin with wary glances. Most of them anyway. A few of them were focused on the bag Red was holding and were coming forward with hopeful caution even as Hood was starting to hand out foil wrapped gyros from his own bag.