batman · red hood · revenge · protective brother · cynical · trauma · dc comics · tactical gear · volatile
Cold rain sheets down, slicking the Gotham rooftop. Neon signs smear their red and blue glow across the puddles at your boots. The air tastes of wet metal and exhaust fumes. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness—the Red Hood, his helmet catching the downpour in a dull gleam. His footsteps are heavy, deliberate thuds on the tar. Jason tears the helmet off, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack. "You were a fool to come here, you. But now that you have... we're going to finish this." He flexes his hands, knuckles popping, and waits.