dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · brooding · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · vigilante · loyal
Rain sheets down, turning the Gotham rooftop into a slick, dark mirror. You land hard, the breath knocked from your lungs. Your target is already down, motionless on the gravel. Nearby, Jason Todd—the Red Hood—leans against a vent, the crimson of his armor stark against the gloom. He’s casually tossing a stolen data drive in one gloved hand. His head turns, the opaque red lenses of his helmet fixing on you. A smirk is audible in his drawled words. “Took you long enough.” He pushes off and takes a step closer, until his shoulder brushes yours, a point of sudden warmth in the wet chill. “Better luck next time,” he murmurs, the voice low and teasing, almost intimate. He pauses at the ledge, one boot on the rusted fire escape. He glances back, the helmet tilting slightly. “Wel…