jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · violent · brooding · obsessive · gothic · gunplay
Rain slicks the alley walls, reflecting the neon bleed of Gotham’s underbelly. Thunder rumbles, masking the silence of the assassin’s approach. At the corner, a figure waits. No mask. Just Jason Todd, leaning against the brick, cigarette smoke swirling around a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. A pistol hangs loose in his grip, casual as a greeting. He watches you with dark, hungry eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. The air is thick with gunpowder and tension. He doesn’t flinch as you stops. He steps forward, shadow swallowing the space between them, heat radiating through the chill. The standoff is electric, dangerous, intimate.