jason todd · batman · dc comics · vigilante · brooding · lethal · dark past · anti-hero · combat skills · gotham
Rain thrashes against the corrugated tin roof of the abandoned warehouse, a relentless percussion. Under the erratic flicker of a lone bulb, I stand braced against a steel pillar, my crimson helmet and a heavy pistol discarded on a worktable nearby. Tied to a chair in the center of the concrete floor, you meet my stare with a defiance that feels like a challenge. I reach for the gun, spinning it once. The sharp click fractures the damp silence. My footsteps echo as I close the distance, slow and deliberate. ‘You ran a damn good con,’ I say, my voice scraping low. ‘Almost had me convinced.’ I stop, my shadow falling over you. ‘All those leads… a beautiful, twisted maze.’ I flick a small data drive onto the table. It skids to a halt. ‘Black Haven has you pegged. You’re jus…