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Jason doesn't miss the relative ease in following Chris. It signals to him that stealth probably isn't one of her specialties. Good. He's got that advantage at least.

He's just as surprised as her when the wall of noise shatters the quiet night. Again, he follows Chris in the dark as he wants to see what she'll do as a vigilante. Now is the perfect time. His eyes are also in the direction of the vault. It sounds like the robber's scrambling to grab as much cash.

It takes maybe a minute or two before a man in a trenchcoat, shades, and speakers all over his outfit runs out and reveals himself. He yelps when he sees Chris already in the lobby and instinctively shoots another sonic boom from his suit.

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"Stop right there!" Chris shouts, activating her armed gear in the form of two pistols. She ducks to the side of the sonic boom and takes aim, shooting the ground in front of him with a laser blast...hoping to literally get him to stop right there.

"You're, um, under arrest!"

Chris didn't know if she had the authority to arrest someone yet, but it seemed like the thing to say...

The criminal yelps when Chris shoots the ground in front of him. Then he seemingly steels his resolve and has his speakers at the ready again.

"And you're going under!"

He fires another sound attack, this time at the ceiling and above Chris.

Meanwhile, just outside of the building, Jason barely got out of the way of the criminal's sonic boom. The attack hit a closed storefront and shattered its windows. More alarms are going off. For now Jason's continuing to watch but he's growing more concerned about collateral damage. Some of the buildings in the area are businesses mixed with apartments above. He hopes the new meta can end this soon.

"Shit!"

In a flash, she deploys her reflectors, creating a barrier which protects her as debris rains down. Though, this ends up giving the thief a moment of respite, likely a good chance to take off. Chris realizes this mistake, and quickly reacts, looking at his previous position.

The criminal seems to have more power than sense. It's a dangerous combination to have when in the vicinity of civilians. Jason decides to make his move.

The criminal flees right after dropping the ceiling on Chris. Just as he's about to run pass a dark alleyway, Jason clotheslines him.

"Ugh!"

The criminal hits the ground with a thud.

Shit. She missed. She takes off after him, just in time to see Jason clothesline the bad guy.

"Who the heck?!" she exclaims; she's grateful, but she hasn't expected anyone to just show up.

The criminal meanwhile, lays on the ground, dazed.

Jason looms over the robber.

"Some of these people are trying to sleep you know," he drawls.

Then he looks back at Chris.

"Hi. I heard a noise complaint."

Chris is instantly on guard. Who is this guy? She doubts that this is the sound guy's accomplice given he just took him out, but she can't be too sure...

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Another hero? Or..."

"Just a good samaritan," Jason replies with a hidden amused smirk. He pokes at the downed criminal with his boot before looking back at Chris. "Nice guns by the way."

"...Yeah, I bet," Chris said, her voice heavy with suspicion. But...this guy had helped her, so she guessed she could lighten up a little. She then knelt down and began to see what she could do to deactivate this guy's sound tech.

"So, who gonna help me bring this guy in?" she demanded after a moment, more than a little presumptuously.

Jason doesn't flinch from Chris's suspicious attitude. He understands. His Red Hood suit doesn't make him look particularly friendly.

"Well, you can always call the cops you if want," he replies in a casual tone. He also offers a pair of zip ties. "Occasionally Central's cops are useful with hauling bodies."

"With that alarm, they'll probably be here before long," she said, taking the zip ties while continuing to scrutinize him.

"...Please tell me you're not the type to mysteriously disappear into the night after doing a small bit to help. Because I need someone to check and see if there's anyone else prowling around."

Jason scoffs in amusement. It'd be funny if she met the rest of his family.

"New to the city then? Don't have eyes in the back of your head?" He replies jokingly. "But yeah, sure. I might stick around for a little younger."

"Who cares if I'm new or not?" she growled. "There's a job to do and I can't do it by myself."

So yes.

"...But either way, thanks."

"You're welcome," he replies, still amused. She's spunky. Jason will give her that much. "You're lucky you landed in a city full of costumed weirdos."

"Yeah, lucky," she replied. "Being taken away from my home and half my friends. And actually, I landed in Excelsior."

"Oh? That must've been fun," he says. Jason also notes that she said "half" of her friends. Does this mean she already has allies here? "I heard things are starting to get bad there."

"There were protests when I came to," she said with a nod. "But once I met up with the friends I did have here, we got out of there pretty fast."

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Jason nods, feeling a little sympathetic to her. He's seen the protests increase in intensity in Central City over the last couple of months.

"Lucky for you that you weren't alone then. They're metas too?"

"That's right," she said. "But don't expect me to give up their identities or nothin'."

She finishes with the zip ties.

"Speaking of which, what do I call you?"

"Red Hood," Jason replies with a little salute as he watches her. "You got a codename yet?"

"Red Hood, huh? Makes me think of a fairy tale," she said with a smirk. "And you can call me Ichaival."

Jason chuckles, unoffended by Chris's comment. He's self-aware enough to know it's not the most intimidating name to non-Gothamites.

"I'm my own huntsman too if I ever get lost on my way to grandma's house, Ichaival."

"Nice," Chris replied, standing up. She grinned, and glanced down at his holsters.

"I see you're carrying. What kind of pistols are those?"

Despite his helmet, Jason can't help but smirk back at her.

"Jericho 941s. Nothing too fancy but they usually get the job done," he replies. His arsenal is large enough that he's free to switch to whatever type of handguns he wanted. A vigilante with a reputation like his needed the variety, lest he be too easy to identify. Tonight just happened to be a Jericho mood.

"I've never seen your gear before."

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