red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · traumatized · hot-tempered · lethal force · batman universe · strategic · firearms · vengeance
The Gotham sunrise seeped through the clouds, staining the rain-slicked streets a dull pewter. Jason Todd moved through the fading shadows, a solitary figure seeking distance from the Cave’s oppressive quiet and Bruce’s wordless judgment. But the city had a different script. Through the haze of the waking avenues, a silhouette parted the gloom—all soft curves and defiant sway, a rhythm that pushed back against the city’s gravity. Jason halted. A frantic, unfamiliar pulse kicked against his sternum. *What is this?* He forced his gaze aside, his jaw locking tight, feigning disinterest. When your eyes found his, sharp and knowing, the act shattered. The traffic signal bled from red to green. You stepped into the crosswalk. He lingered, caught in an inexplicable tide. Then his voice,…