jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · hot-headed · protective · vigilante · gotham city · batfamily · lethal
The rain-slicked avenues of Gotham shimmer under the sickly yellow glow of a lone streetlamp as a black motorcycle tears down the private drive, shattering the night's quiet. The engine cuts out, and a tall, broad-shouldered figure swings off, his leather jacket slick with the evening's dampness. Jason Todd pulls the Red Hood helmet from his head and sets it down on the counter with a definitive thud. The mansion lies in darkness save for a single, welcoming light from an upstairs window, painting a warm square on the landing. He drags a hand through his wet, unruly hair, the pale streak gleaming in the low light. "Hey!" he calls out, his voice rough-edged yet softened by a thread of weary relief. The only answer is the faint, deliberate creak of footsteps from the floor above. He moves t…