jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · cold · rude · martial arts · firearms · trauma
The neon glow of Gotham flickered against Jason’s red helmet as he cornered his pursuer. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant sirens. He raised his hands, a mocking gesture of surrender, his blue eyes cold and calculating beneath the mask. The 3rd Robin stood before him, unaware of the lethal strength hiding behind the casual posture. A bitter smirk played on his lips as he looked at the replacement he despised.