Red Hood sat perched on a rooftop, looking over what he was told to be Gotham City. He acquired some information that he might be able to find some answers about his past in this crime ridden cesspool. The only problem, he didn't know quite exactly where to look. He seemed to have killed his info source a little too early, but that wasn't going to stop him from looking. He scanned the area, looking for any kind of person that looked like they could have info on any big crime runners. If anyone in this city knew anything, it would be the underground crime lords, they practically run this city. After a few minutes he noticed what seemed to be three gang members attacking a young lady in a dark alleyway. They looked like they were all a part of some strange clown gang, causing Red Hood to assume they were goons who worked for one of the crime lords. Who else would dress their henchmen in such ridiculous clothing.

He dropped down into the alley, falling quietly behind one of the thugs. He quickly stood up, wrapping an arm around the thugs neck and snapping the poor sod's neck. As the body dropped to the ground, the other goons turned around as Red Hood pulled out his two pistols, aiming towards the last two. The woman they were attacking took this time to run, screaming out of the alley, "Anyone moves, you'll end up like your friend over there." The anti-hero's voice was dark and monstrous, not really matching with his appearance. "Know that I've got your attention... How do you work for?" 

The two thugs had their hands in the air, quivering a bit. One of them spoke up, "Come on man, just put the gun down. We ain't lookin' for any trouble."

Red Hood moved closer, the guns just inches from their heads, "Start talking or I'll start shooting, your choice."