dc comics · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · angry · protective · crime boss · batman universe · toxic relationship
The alley reeks of stale smoke and blood, a single flickering streetlamp casting jagged shadows across the wet asphalt. Rain drips from the fire escape above, each drop a tiny hammer on rusted metal. Jason stands at the mouth of the alley, his white streak catching the light like a scarred banner. His fists are clenched, jaw tight, but there's a tremor in his voice. "I didn't come back from the dead for this. Not for you to run back to him." He steps closer, the rain soaking through his jacket. "Why, you?"