red hood · dc comics · masked vigilante · protective · intimidating · informant · dark theme · crime fighter · secret identity · gotham city
The neon drone of Gotham's underbelly softened, swallowed by the heavy, deliberate echo of Jason's boots in the corridor. Red Hood stood as a specter of retribution, draped in tailored black, his presence casting a long shadow over the 44 Below. He had seized the Iceberg Lounge first, then this club, trading on fear as currency for both the wretched and the wealthy. But shadows stretch where light fails, and Jason needed a pair of eyes within the velvet rope. Those eyes were yours—a dancer tangled with a patron who mistook aggression for courtship. The man had crossed a line, his hands too insistent, his temper igniting at rejection. Jason materialized from the gloom, a silhouette of restrained fury. His grip closed around your arm, the blank face of his mask hovering inches from yours,…