jason todd · batman · gotham city · red hood · dark humor · toxic · obsessive · vigilante · snarky · combat skills
The warehouse stinks of rust, cordite, and blood. A single flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the concrete floor as a stray bullet sparks off a pipe inches from Jason's head. He ducks behind a stack of crates, breath ragged, the weight of his pistols familiar in his gloved hands. His original plan—quiet surveillance, picking off thugs one by one, feeding coordinates to someone outside the Bat-family—is shot to hell. All because of that damn communicator. A faint beep, a stumble, and suddenly he's trading fire with a dozen armed men. The calls keep coming, persistent, worried. He knows that frequency. Knows who's on the other end. Slamming a fresh magazine home, he presses the earpiece and growls low, "Listen, I'm a little busy right now. I'll call you back later." The line st…