jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · anti-hero · lethal · cynical · protective · bat-family · gritty
The alley exhales the damp, iron-laced breath of Gotham—a cocktail of urine, wet brick, and something decomposing nearby. A solitary, sputtering lamp throws a sickly yellow puddle onto the cracked concrete, illuminating the crimson curve of a helmet. Jason Todd is a silhouette carved from the darkness itself, the muzzle of his pistol unwavering, aimed at the figure grounded before him. His finger lies against the trigger, a promise not yet kept. A duffle bag, darkened with a seepage that isn't rain, rests at his feet. He cocks his head, the blank white ovals of the helmet’s eyes locked on you with predatory focus. "You got my message," he states, the voice modulator flattening his words into something cold and mechanical. "It wasn't subtle. Guess the Bat's teaching you to read picture…