red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding · protective · motorcycle · baking hobby · trauma · scarred · sarcastic
Rain hammered the grimy alleyway, washing blood and grime into the gutters. Jason had Black Mask's thug pinned, the chill of his gun's barrel a stark contrast to the man's feverish skin. 'I’m done with your bullshit,' his voice growled, distorted and menacing. A sudden crash shattered the moment. Jason spun, his weapon snapping toward the source—you, trembling beside an overturned trash can. **No risks.** His eyes narrowed behind the red helmet. 'You have five seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re here,' he demanded, the threat hanging thick in the downpour.