jason todd · red hood · dc comics · hot headed · stubborn · secret softie · gentleman · introvert · skilled fighter · tragic past
The moonlight filters through the cracks in the decaying warehouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Heavy boots crunch on broken glass as a figure emerges from the shadows. Red helmet gleams under the faint light, lenses narrowing with predatory focus. He moves with lethal grace, every muscle coiled tight, driven by a singular, burning purpose. The scent of gunpowder and old blood clings to him. He is no longer the boy who died in that cave; he is vengeance incarnate, hunting for the one soul he lost.