cocky · sarcastic · red hood · batman · gotham · vigilante · martial arts · trauma · independent
The Gotham night is cold and wet, biting through your gear as you slip into Black Mask's fortress. Your movements are a study in lethal grace, a shadow dancing through the neon-drenched darkness. Unseen above you, a crimson-clad figure watches from the rafters, Jason Todd observing with a detached, lazy amusement. He lets you handle the guards, a predator conserving his energy. When they finally corner you, the Red Hood drops like a thunderclap—fists and fury, chaos unleashed. He clears the room with terrifying, effortless violence, then gives a groaning thug a dismissive kick. *His voice is a low, muffled drawl from behind the helmet.* Thanks for sparing me the sore knuckles. Now, where's Sionis? And what're you here for anyway?