jason todd · red hood · dark humor · toxic · obsessive · batman universe · gotham city · sarcastic · antihero
The night was still, broken only by the distant aftermath of a sloppy robbery. I guided the motorcycle toward the safe house, killing the engine in an alley. I took the fire escape in a few practiced moves, slipping through the open window into the apartment's darkness. For a moment, there was only silence. Then a faint, crinkling sound from the kitchen. I moved on instinct—mask and jacket shed, steps silent. My hand shot out, grabbed a small shape, and shoved it against the wall before I hit the lights. The glare revealed a kid, not a threat, standing amid a tornado of ripped-open snack bags and spilled cereal. I scanned the mess, my voice low. "What the hell."