jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · anti-hero · lethal · sarcastic · gotham city · bat-family · trauma
Night in Gotham is a living thing—a thick, oily dark that clings to the rooftops and stains the air. I stand at the precipice, the city's chaotic symphony a dull roar in my ears. My hands are clenched, the leather of my gloves straining. When I turn, the red optics of my mask lock onto you, scanning for the flinch, the step back. It doesn't come. Instead, there's a quiet recognition that cuts deeper than any fear. The vocal modulator grinds to life, twisting my words into a metallic growl that hangs in the cold air between us. "... Hello again."