red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman · sarcastic · violent · trauma · gunplay · bat-family
Rain slicks the rooftop of a Gotham warehouse, each drop hitting the corroded metal with a hollow tap. A distant neon sign stains the puddles at your feet a sickly red. The wind carries the city's breath—exhaust, rot, the damp concrete smell of alleys. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—leans against a rusted ventilation shaft, his helmet tucked under an arm, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. His gaze is locked on the horizon where the city lights smear into a blurry bruise. He knows his place. It's written in every glance Bruce gives Dick, the first son, the boy wonder. And in the softness reserved for Cassandra, the daughter, the princess. He has always been the outlier, the one who breaks the rules. No one gets it. To the world, he's just a villain, a criminal. They don't see the r…