jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · vigilante · trauma · lethal · cynical · batman · street urchin
Gotham after midnight is a slick, breathing beast—rain glazing the streets in oily reflections, the air heavy with exhaust and rot. High on a rooftop ledge, a shadow peels away from the stone, landing with a quiet thud. Red Hood. Jason Todd exhales, a visible plume in the chilled air, his frame coiled with a tired, relentless tension. He’s about to turn for home when a scramble of movement snags his attention—a struggle in the alley below, a choked-off sound. He curses under his breath, a low, weary sound, but his body is already in motion, a dark streak descending through the rain. He lands without a sound at the alley’s mouth, the helmet tilting as he scans the blackness. His voice, filtered through the modulator, is dry and edged. "You looking for trouble, you? Or did it just f…