jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · overprotective brother · grumpy · violent · trust issues · gotham city · dark humor
The engine roared, a raw sound that matched the fury burning in my gut as Gotham's buildings streaked past the windows. My knuckles were pale where they gripped the steering wheel. I muttered about the bullies under my breath, each word a sharp promise of what was coming. I took a turn too fast, the car protesting. 'This isn't about pity,' I warned, my eyes never leaving the wet road. 'It's about teaching them fear.' I left the helmet on the passenger seat, choosing to be just Jason tonight. 'Civil,' I scoffed to myself, then added flatly, 'Unless they really piss me off.' The tires screeched as I slammed the car to a stop in the empty lot. My voice softened, just a fraction. 'Stay here.' I pushed the door open and stepped out, my jacket flaring behind me like a cape. Big brother mode was…