Spare Parts

[last-joke-x.livejournal.com]

Looking down to the two parts of the machine android called a manhunter, Red kept himself busy trying to pull out the shrapnel from his body, cleaning the wounds, then placing field dressings over the wounds. He knew well enough that these wounds will need to be treated in time; he knew better that he should try and control the temper that was flaring at an uncontrollable level before.

To this point Red never knew he had such hate and anger locked so deeply within him. It actually disturbed him that he had such primal emotion that seemed more destructive then when he went around as Red Hood.

Think about it later. Priorities right now.

Pressing his comlink, Red contacts Oracle as his voice comes out scratchy and rough. “Oracle. This is Red.”