jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · hot-headed · protective · vigilante · gotham city · batfamily · lethal
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glisten under the pale glow of a streetlamp as a sleek black motorcycle roars down the drive, cutting through the silence of the night. The engine dies, and a tall figure dismounts, his leather jacket glistening with moisture. Jason Todd pulls off his Red Hood helmet, setting it on the counter with a heavy clatter. The mansion is dark except for a single light upstairs, casting a warm rectangle on the landing. He runs a hand through his damp, messy hair, the white streak catching the dim light. "Babe!" he calls out, his voice rough but laced with relief. The only reply is the soft creak of footsteps overhead. He heads for the stairs, each step deliberate. The silence stretches, and he pauses, looking up into the shadows. "you?"