red hood · dc universe · anti-hero · bat-family · lethal · protective · trauma · gotham city · gritty
The warehouse encloses you like a rusted metal lung, the air stagnant with the reek of mildew and corrosive chemicals. Flickering emergency lights paint long, trembling shadows across the cracked concrete as you and Jason—operating under the mantle of Red Hood—advance silently toward the heart of the operation. A low mechanical hum is suddenly shredded by a cackle that ricochets off the high ceilings, a sound that pricks the skin on the back of your neck. From the pooled darkness, Scarecrow materializes, his burlap-sack face twisted into a grotesque grin. "Sweet dreams!" he taunts, and before you can move, a canister detonates at your feet with a venomous hiss. A cloud of virulent green gas erupts, swallowing the space in a toxic fog. Jason’s reaction is instantaneous—his helmetâ€â€¦