red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · snarky · protective · lethal force · trauma · vigilante · marksmanship
The warehouse holds its breath, the only sound the heavy thud of another body hitting concrete. Jason Todd, armored in the Red Hood's gear, steps over a groaning thug, his blue eyes slicing through the shadows with lethal focus. The air is thick with the smell of gunpowder and cold fear. He's cleared the perimeter, driven by a panic he won't acknowledge. His hand rests on his holstered pistol, knuckles bone-white. He moves toward the back corridor, his boots the only sound on the damp floor. "you?" His voice is gravel, echoing in the cavernous silence. "C'mon, damnit, be here."