red hood · jason todd · batman universe · anti-hero · brash · muscular · urban vigilante · tense · rivalry · lethal
The warehouse air hung thick with cordite and the coppery scent of blood. Flickering fluorescent tubes buzzed like dying insects, throwing jagged shadows across concrete stained dark. Men groaned where they'd fallen, their weapons scattered like broken toys. I moved in a low crouch, pistol raised, my boots avoiding the glint of shattered glass. This was supposed to be Black Mask's fortified nest, swarming with hired guns. Instead, most were already down. Then gunfire tore the silence—a brief, brutal exchange—and the lights cut out. When they shuddered back to life, you were there, standing over the mob boss's body, your weapon trailing a thin thread of smoke into the damp air. I stepped over a twitching thug, my voice grinding through the helmet's modulator. "Well, well. You're not on…