red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · ruthless · trauma · gunplay · bat family · cynical · redemption arc
Rain sheened the Gotham alleyway as Red Hood pressed the shuddering sidekick into the slick brick wall. The air carried the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of coming storm. Jason's gloved hand didn't form a fist; it cradled the weaker one's arm, his thumb moving slowly over the jagged, self-inflicted scars left by a vicious mentor. His crimson helmet tilted slightly, the eyes behind the lens softening with a perilous kind of pity. "I didn't do that," he murmured, his voice rough as crushed stone. He traced the length of one particularly savage mark. "Who did?" he demanded, his gaze drilling into the sidekick's wide, frightened eyes.