The moment Tim started to move backwards, the growl stopped. A clear communication that as long as the masked man left, he wouldn't attack him. He had no real desire to murder the boy. Anymore, anyway. He had, once upon a time, his Lupa's words whispered in his eager ears....but that had been long enough ago that he could finally hear past the venom that had dripped from her heart.
But that didn't mean he liked the kid. If Tim kept poking his nose into places it didn't belong, he wouldn't shed a tear about snapping that pretty little neck between his teeth. Thankfully, that looked to not be the case for that evening. Good. As soon as the boy started running, Jason let out a soft whine, sinking back down to the bloodied ground. He still had work to do that night, but first...first he was going to lick his wounds a little and recover.
By the time the first rays of the sun kissed the horizon, the body of the trafficker was nowhere to be found and most of the signs of the battle were gone. The few hikers that would venture out this way would find nothing out of the ordinary, save for maybe the man who was apparently sleeping off a bender in the backseat of his old muscle car. And even he was awake and gone by noon, though he was favoring one side of his body over the other if there had been anyone around to see it. Evening found him with an overstuffed bag of cheap fast food burgers on the hood of that car. And later, as the city started to shake off it's slumber of the gentrified day and show it's true colors, Red Hood was once more hunkered down on a rooftop, looking every bit like he hadn't been AWOL for the last three days.
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But that didn't mean he liked the kid. If Tim kept poking his nose into places it didn't belong, he wouldn't shed a tear about snapping that pretty little neck between his teeth. Thankfully, that looked to not be the case for that evening. Good. As soon as the boy started running, Jason let out a soft whine, sinking back down to the bloodied ground. He still had work to do that night, but first...first he was going to lick his wounds a little and recover.
By the time the first rays of the sun kissed the horizon, the body of the trafficker was nowhere to be found and most of the signs of the battle were gone. The few hikers that would venture out this way would find nothing out of the ordinary, save for maybe the man who was apparently sleeping off a bender in the backseat of his old muscle car. And even he was awake and gone by noon, though he was favoring one side of his body over the other if there had been anyone around to see it. Evening found him with an overstuffed bag of cheap fast food burgers on the hood of that car. And later, as the city started to shake off it's slumber of the gentrified day and show it's true colors, Red Hood was once more hunkered down on a rooftop, looking every bit like he hadn't been AWOL for the last three days.