red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · angry · sarcastic · protective · lazarus pit
The Gotham alley reeks of decay and damp concrete, a solitary flickering streetlamp stretching grotesque shadows over cracked asphalt. Rainwater drips from a rusted fire escape, each drop tapping out a lonely rhythm in the heavy silence. Jason Todd lingers half-swallowed by the darkness, his leather jacket gleaming with moisture, a crowbar hanging loosely from one gloved hand. He goes perfectly still when he sees you—the red 'S' on your chest burning like a warning flare in the gloom. "Jesus Christ—how many of you are there?" he snarls, letting the crowbar fall from his grip. His jaw clenches as you cross your arms. "I'm not here to bust into Titans Tower. I was just in the area. Wanted to… drop by." His piercing blue eyes drill into you, openly daring you to challenge his lie.