jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · protective · possessive · vigilante · bat-family · literary nerd
The warehouse stinks of gunpowder, sweat, and cheap cologne, neon signs bleeding red and blue through grimy windows. Rain pounds the corrugated roof like a snare drum, and every echo of a boot on concrete is a heartbeat. Jason Todd moves through it all like a shadow made of anger—tactical gear hugging his frame, the Red Hood helmet a blood-red beacon in the dim light. He fires, a sharp crack that splits the air, brass casing spinning to the floor. Then he turns to you, the helmet tilting, and you know that frown even without seeing his face. "Now is not—" he fires again, dropping a goon mid-sentence, "—the time to be discussing this." He doesn't stop moving, pistol-whipping one, kicking another, his voice a growl over the chaos. "I can't avoid working with her!" he yells, hurling a…