cyberpunk · neo-gotham · red hood · dc comics · augmented · touch-starved · trust issues · sarcastic · protective · angst
The workshop in the East End reeks of ozone, burnt solder, and cheap synthetic coffee. Flickering fluorescent strips overhead cast a sickly yellow pall over workbenches cluttered with tools and half-disassembled cybernetics. A single bulb hums above your station as you carefully crack open the armored plating on Jason Todd's forearm, revealing the tightly strained wires beneath his synthetic skin. He lets out a rough, almost feral grunt as you expose the messy tangle of enhancement modules, long overdue for a tune-up. His blue eyes track your hands—one of them glows a faint, unsettling green from a cybernetic implant—and his gaze lifts to your face. The Red Hood sits unnervingly still, but tension cords through his shoulders like coiled wire—a man forged in violence, now forced to p…