Loony_Bin
Lost and Confused...I think
Fredrick Todd
Truth be told, once he got home Freddy didn't sleep much.
For some people who went into the world of heroics, they had their claim to fame handed to them, maybe a magic item chose them and only them to protect Earth, or maybe you gain abilities at a young age that allow you to stand toe to toe with gods, or maybe their legacy and wealth allowed them an easy way to gain the knowledge needed to protect people.
Freddy never had any of that.
When he and his brother were born, they were the bastards of the bastard of the Bat-Family. They had no sort of claim to a proud legacy, their mother worked a job that was just above minimum wage, and the only sort of fighting experience they would ever get was when some idiot at school tried to start a fist fight or if they had some afternoon Judo class. Freddy wasn't the smartest, wasn't the strongest and defiantly wasn't the most qualified, the only thing Freddy had over anybody was the he planned everything he did out to the smallest detail, so if someone who planned better than him were to come along, the only thing left that would make him even slightly worthy to call himself the Red Hood would be his name. It was a name that most people wouldn't be proud of, and a name that had seemed to give him nothing but trouble recently, but after the loss of his mother and his brother, that dammed name seemed like the only thing that he had left at this point, and that's why it was so hard for Freddy to come to terms with the fact that for him to continue to be effective in any way he'd have to drop the name!
It's also why he stayed up until eight in the morning thinking about his upcoming decision. The name was why he woke up late and had to skip a shower the name was why he had to stuff whatever notes he'd taken over the years into a bag before running out the door, and the name was why he showed up at Warrington thirty minutes late, looking like a disheveled mess with bags under his eyes, his black hair tossed every which way and his breathing heavy.
Freddy approached Drake once he saw him slowly, watching as the relatively few people in the station began to filter out, some heading to the street level, while others walked through the turnstiles and onto the platform. One Freddy was sure everyone had left, he turned to Drake and tossed his bag to him, "In that bag is a few of the notes I've taken over the years. After every outing I have, I record a summary of everything that happened on paper, go over what I did well and what I did poorly, then lastly take all of my notes and log them into a computer. It helps me learn from my mistakes and keep myself organized, I brought it with me because I think it's something you should start doing, I also figured we could use it to try to learn from my past mistakes..." Freddy then finally spoke to Drake slightly more casually, "Anyways Drake, how are you? And, more importantly, what do you have for me?"
Truth be told, once he got home Freddy didn't sleep much.
For some people who went into the world of heroics, they had their claim to fame handed to them, maybe a magic item chose them and only them to protect Earth, or maybe you gain abilities at a young age that allow you to stand toe to toe with gods, or maybe their legacy and wealth allowed them an easy way to gain the knowledge needed to protect people.
Freddy never had any of that.
When he and his brother were born, they were the bastards of the bastard of the Bat-Family. They had no sort of claim to a proud legacy, their mother worked a job that was just above minimum wage, and the only sort of fighting experience they would ever get was when some idiot at school tried to start a fist fight or if they had some afternoon Judo class. Freddy wasn't the smartest, wasn't the strongest and defiantly wasn't the most qualified, the only thing Freddy had over anybody was the he planned everything he did out to the smallest detail, so if someone who planned better than him were to come along, the only thing left that would make him even slightly worthy to call himself the Red Hood would be his name. It was a name that most people wouldn't be proud of, and a name that had seemed to give him nothing but trouble recently, but after the loss of his mother and his brother, that dammed name seemed like the only thing that he had left at this point, and that's why it was so hard for Freddy to come to terms with the fact that for him to continue to be effective in any way he'd have to drop the name!
It's also why he stayed up until eight in the morning thinking about his upcoming decision. The name was why he woke up late and had to skip a shower the name was why he had to stuff whatever notes he'd taken over the years into a bag before running out the door, and the name was why he showed up at Warrington thirty minutes late, looking like a disheveled mess with bags under his eyes, his black hair tossed every which way and his breathing heavy.
Freddy approached Drake once he saw him slowly, watching as the relatively few people in the station began to filter out, some heading to the street level, while others walked through the turnstiles and onto the platform. One Freddy was sure everyone had left, he turned to Drake and tossed his bag to him, "In that bag is a few of the notes I've taken over the years. After every outing I have, I record a summary of everything that happened on paper, go over what I did well and what I did poorly, then lastly take all of my notes and log them into a computer. It helps me learn from my mistakes and keep myself organized, I brought it with me because I think it's something you should start doing, I also figured we could use it to try to learn from my past mistakes..." Freddy then finally spoke to Drake slightly more casually, "Anyways Drake, how are you? And, more importantly, what do you have for me?"
