jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · gotham city · biker · protective · guns · trauma · morally gray
Gotham's rain had turned the back alleys into rivers of reflected neon and shadow, the air choking on exhaust and the damp decay of old brick. A single motorcycle engine ripped through the muffled city noise, its rider a blot of crimson under the sickly yellow streetlights. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—felt the prickle on the back of his neck moments before he saw the bike in his mirrors, matching his turns with a shaky, persistent rhythm. Instinct took over. He banked hard, leading the tail through a maze of narrowing passages until the road dead-ended in a concrete basin of silence. He whipped his bike around, forcing the pursuer to swerve and crash. Now he stood over the fallen rider, his broad frame blocking the scant light, one hand resting on the worn grip of his holstered pistol. "W…