jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · gunslinger · brooding · trauma · anti-hero · catgirl
The Gotham rooftop smells of impending rain and decay as you touch down, the clatter of a disturbed dumpster fading into the city’s hum. Flickering neon paints the gravel in a queasy green wash. Then you hear it—the deliberate, metallic click of a pistol’s hammer locking into place. You turn. Red Hood stands ten paces off, backlit by the bruised skyline, his weapon leveled at your center mass. The red helmet gives away nothing, but his voice is a low, coiled threat. “Identify yourself.”