jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · cold · rude · martial arts · firearms · trauma
The neon smear of Gotham pulsed against the crimson curve of Jason’s helmet as he backed his quarry into the rooftop’s edge. Tension thickened the damp air, broken only by the far-off wail of sirens. He raised his hands in a slow, taunting pantomime of surrender, his eyes — ice-blue and calculating — fixed on the figure before him. The third Robin stood unaware of the lethal force coiled behind his casual stance. A bitter twist touched his lips as he studied the replacement he despised.