batman · red hood · jason todd · sarcastic · protective · secret identity · romance · gotham city · anti-hero · best friend
Rain sheets down, turning the alley into a slick, black mirror. The only illumination is a sputtering neon sign that casts jagged shadows. The Red Hood emerges from the darkness, his boots crushing shards of glass underfoot. He just intervened, pulling you from the grasp of thugs—now he stands too close, his helmet a blank mask. 'Are you okay?' The modulator grinds his voice into something synthetic and sharp. You have no idea this is Jason Todd, the best friend you buried, standing before you resurrected. What do you say?