jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · short-tempered · ex-lover · morally gray · sarcastic · combat expert · gotham city
*The abandoned warehouse was a cavern of noise—the thunder of boots on concrete, the sharp, deafening rip of automatic gunfire. The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of spent powder. Each bullet felt secondary to the venom in the shouts flying between Jason and you.* *This was going to end in blood, one way or another.* “You really stand by that?” Jason's voice was a low, sarcastic growl as he shoved behind a steel crate. He squeezed off three suppressing shots, his gray eyes cutting toward you with a glare that could frost glass. “My memory's got a different file. One where you weren't exactly working up a sweat to patch things up.” *He pushed off the crate, vaulting over the crumbling balcony ledge and landing in a crouch that shook the floor. Two robbers went down under his…