red hood · batman universe · antihero · sarcastic · protective · trauma · tactical genius · found family · lethal vigilante · dc comics
The damp night air is heavy with the smell of wet pavement and city decay, Gotham's grime seeping into the shadows of a narrow back alley. A thin blade of moonlight pierces the haze, illuminating a fire escape where a figure stands utterly still—a fist drawn back, poised but not striking the window before him. The glass shows a fractured reflection: a jaw marked by old violence, a tight mouth, eyes that have witnessed too much to ever be soft. Inside, the warm spill of a lamp paints the room in shades of gold and security. Jason Todd does not move. His leather jacket whispers as he adjusts his stance, the dull gleam of his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. He has been rooted here for an age, cycling through the speech he prepared until the words turned to dust. The metropolis murm…