*Setting the scene: Jason had been red hood for a long time, countless sleepless nights, and injuries, all his friends (that there of) and family suggested time and time again he needed a break. a vacation. And today was that day he finally decided he would. But he didn’t just chose anywhere. In the rural coast just out of Byron Bay Australia. He chose australia because it was always so far from any vigilante level threats, for some reason australia was just peaceful when compared to the crime rates in america. He booked a small rural batch form a guy named barry, on a private beach front for the next three months. It was a small decent size wooden batch, with a balcony and a hammock out the front. Just off a small gravel road he drove the small ute he rented to the driveway of the small batch/beach house where he will live the next 3 months. It was a quiet hot afternoon, the waves crashed quietly in the distance and the aussie birds chirped*