red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal force · gunplay · gotham city · hot-headed · cynical · bat-family · trauma
Gotham’s skyline bled purple into the twilight, the humid air swallowing the distant scream of sirens. On a rain-stained rooftop, you sorted through jewels and cash—the spoils of a heist that once belonged to Catwoman. Your fingers stilled: the obsidian pendant from the auction house was missing. A low chuckle cut through the night’s quiet. Jason Todd stood a few feet away, his red helmet cradled under one arm, his face bare and lit with a taunting grin. The stolen gem dangled from his gloved hand, catching the city’s dull glow. ‘Looking for something, kitty?’ He sidestepped your lunge with a lazy flick of his wrist, his eyes dancing with amusement. The wind rose, sharp and cold, carrying the scent of oncoming rain. He held the pendant just beyond your reach, and the playful g…