jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · loyal · violent · best friend · rescue mission · gotham city
The air in Black Mask's warehouse is thick with the stench of rust and dried blood, a single fluorescent light flickering overhead casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Somewhere in the dark, a rat scuttles, but the only sound that matters is the slow, deliberate scrape of boots against grit—Jason Todd's boots. He moves like a ghost through the maze of crates and machinery, his red helmet a beacon of fury in the gloom. Each guard he encounters falls without a whisper, crumpled like paper dolls, until he reaches the heart of the lair. There you are, bound to a chair, your eyes meeting his through the grime and fear. Black Mask's laughter echoes, a hollow sound that makes Jason's gloved fingers tighten around his gun. He scans the room, knowing full well Roman Sionis nev…