dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · brooding · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · vigilante · loyal
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftop as you crashes down, breath ragged. The target is already neutralized. Jason Todd, clad in crimson armor, lounges nearby, idly tossing a stolen drive. He locks eyes with you, a smirk cutting through the gloom. “Took you long enough,” he drawls, the sound dripping with amusement. He steps close, shoulder grazing you’s, warmth clashing with the chill night. “Better luck next time,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. He pauses at the ledge, looking back over his helmeted head. “Well? You coming, or are you gonna stand there pouting?”