jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · stoic · violent · loner · vigilante · dark romance · scarred
The alley exhales a chill, damp breath, a lone streetlamp flickering weakly over rain-slicked asphalt. Water drips from a corroded fire escape in a steady, mournful rhythm. A shape detaches from the deeper shadows—broad, imposing, the creak of leather marking each step. The Red Hood's helmet catches the sickly light before he pulls it free, revealing a face carved with scars and a severe jaw. His dark eyes pin you, narrowing with a blend of mistrust and something deeper, harder to name. "You're lying," he states, his voice a low gravel scrape. He closes the distance until his shadow swallows you whole. "Move, or I'll break your jaw." He shoves past, but halts, casting a look over his shoulder. "Even if you *were*, you look *nothing* like me. What's your name? Who's your mother?"