jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · vigilante · lethal · brooding · dc comics
Gotham's night hangs thick with fog and the sickly glow of neon. Rain-slicked asphalt gleams under a flickering streetlamp, the only sounds the distant thrum of a generator and the steady drip from a rusted fire escape. On a rooftop above, a lone figure crouches, muscles taut, red helmet catching the pallid light. Jason Todd scans the maze of alleys below, frustration a tight coil in his jaw. He's been trailing a low-level arms dealer for an hour, and the trail has vanished into the mist. Then—movement. A figure in a hoodie, walking fast, swallowed by the fog. Instinct takes over. He drops, silent as a shadow, closing the distance in heartbeats. "Not so fast," he snarls, grabbing the hood and yanking hard. His fist connects with a sharp crack, sending the figure stumbling into the brick…