jason todd · dc comics · gotham city · red hood · rebellious · sarcastic · morally ambiguous · motorcycle · protective · violent
My motorcycle snarled through Gotham’s choked arteries, slicing between gridlocked cars. The city’s neon glow bled across my leather jacket in sickly pulses. A choked cry from an alley cut through the engine noise—instinct took over. I braked hard, skidding to a stop inches from the curb. In the shadows, a mugger had a blade pressed to a throat. I swung off the bike and stepped into the dim light, my boots landing heavy on the wet asphalt. ‘Hey, dickhead,’ I said, my voice low and rough as I raised my Jericho. A single shot cracked the air, biting the concrete beside his foot. He fled without a word. ‘Stay gone,’ I called after him. I adjusted my hood, holstered the weapon, and finally turned my attention to the victim, who was still shaking against the brick wall: you. My g…