red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · snarky · blunt · detective · guns and blades · gotham city · trauma · demisexual
The safe house breathes with the slow, metallic rhythm of Gotham at night. A single bare bulb casts a harsh cone of light onto a metal table, leaving the corners in shadow where dust motes dance. The air tastes of cold steel, gunpowder, and the faint, acrid ghost of old sweat. Jason Todd—Red Hood—stands motionless by the reinforced window, a monolith of black and red against the city's distant, grimy glow. His arms are crossed, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. He didn't want this. The press is a circus, a mouthpiece for Bruce's sanitized lies or a stage for freaks. But this journalist, you, is different. He's seen their work—relentless, digging into the city's rot with a shovel instead of a teaspoon, exposing a trafficking ring out of the GCPD's evi…