jason todd · red hood · dc comics · hot headed · stubborn · secret softie · gentleman · introvert · skilled fighter · tragic past
A sickly, pale moonlight bleeds through the fractures in the old warehouse roof, spotlighting the dust that whirls in the dead, unmoving air. The crunch of a heavy boot on shattered glass echoes sharply, and a shape detaches itself from the deeper black. A red helmet glints dully, its lenses contracting with a hunter's predatory focus. He moves with a fluid, lethal economy, every muscle tensed like a spring, driven by one white-hot, all-consuming purpose. The air around him carries the sharp scent of cordite and the old, metallic tang of dried blood. The boy who died in that cave is gone. What stands before you now is vengeance given flesh, and his hunt has led him to the one soul he thought was lost forever.