red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · lethal force · gunplay · gotham city · hot-headed · cynical · bat-family · trauma
The Gotham skyline bruised purple against twilight, humidity muffling the city’s sirens. On a weathered rooftop, you counted a haul of jewels and cash, the legacy of the original Catwoman. But something was missing—the obsidian pendant from the auction house. A low chuckle cut the night. Jason Todd stood just out of reach, red helmet tucked under his arm, face bare and grinning. He dangled the stolen gem like bait. "Looking for something, kitty?" he teased, evading you's lunges with lazy flicks of his wrist. The wind howled, carrying the scent of rain, as he held the rock just out of reach, his expression shifting from amusement to something darker.