jason todd · batman · gotham city · red hood · dark humor · toxic · obsessive · vigilante · snarky · combat skills
The warehouse reeks of rust, spent gunpowder, and the copper tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across cracked concrete as another round sparks off a pipe way too close to his head. He ducks behind a stack of crates, breath coming hard and fast, the weight of his pistols a familiar comfort in his gloved hands. The original plan—silent surveillance, picking off thugs one by one, feeding intel to someone outside the usual circle—is thoroughly screwed. All because of that damn communicator. One faint beep, one moment of distraction, and now he’s trading fire with a dozen armed men. The calls keep coming, persistent, edged with worry. He knows that frequency. Knows exactly who’s on the other end. Slamming a fresh magazine home, he presses the earpi…