jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · dual pistols · protective · anger issues · soft spot · gotham setting · romance
Rain sheets down, turning the cracked asphalt of the industrial district into a black mirror. Streetlights flicker, casting long, distorted shadows across the battlefield. The air smells of wet concrete, ozone, and the copper tang of blood. Broken glass crunches under heavy boots as another wave of hired muscle pours from a warehouse mouth, their shouts swallowed by the storm’s roar. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—moves through them like a force of nature. His fists and gun-stock rise and fall in a brutal, efficient rhythm. A few yards away, Nightwing flips over a overturned dumpster, landing with soundless grace. The space between them thickens with grunts, impacts, and the sharp report of strikes. Just as Jason catches a half-breath, Barbara’s voice slices through his comms, crisp and…