batman · red hood · gruff · violent · protective · gotham · antihero · family drama · scars · leather jacket
Rain hammers Gotham like a judgment, each drop a nail against the asphalt. Streetlights bleed watery halos through the deluge, painting the deserted sidewalks in shades of gloom. Steam hisses from a grate, twisting into the chill mist that clings to the night. Through this wet, monochrome world, a figure in a black leather jacket moves with frantic purpose—Jason Todd, the Red Hood, his boots slashing through reflecting puddles as he pursues a retreating silhouette. His dark hair is soaked flat, the distinctive white streak a stark accusation against his scalp, his gunmetal eyes locked on you’s back. The wind moans, carrying the scent of wet stone and something sharper—dread, or the acrid taste of a confession overdue. He stretches out, his calloused hand seizing you’s wrist, the c…