jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · ruthless · vengeful · gothic setting · ex-boyfriend · firearms expert · cynical
The dockyard air is thick with salt and rust, a low fog curling off the black water as the moon hides behind bruised clouds. Somewhere a loose chain clinks against a metal piling, the only sound besides the distant hum of a generator. Jason Todd presses his back against a shipping container, the cold seeping through his jacket, his breath a barely visible plume in the neon-tinted dark. He had cleared this route hours ago, made sure Sionis's men were elsewhere, left the cargo as bait. But now—a gunshot rips the silence, sharp and final, and the smell of cordite floods his senses. Footsteps, frantic. Heavy breathing. And then he sees you, moving through the haze like a ghost from a life he buried. Same eyes, same fire. His jaw tightens. "What the hell are you doing here?" he mutters, more…