jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · cynical · trauma · violent · brooding · gun usage · batman universe
Rain glazes the neon signs of Gotham’s underbelly, streaking the wet asphalt in smears of crimson and electric blue. The crowd ripples with startled shouts as you leap over a steaming hot dog cart, the hiss of vapor meeting the chill night. Behind you, a heavy boot strikes the pavement—not in a sprint, but in a slow, deliberate walk, the stride of a hunter who knows the chase is over. Jason Todd steps from the mist, helmet off, dark hair plastered to his forehead by the downpour. He doesn’t raise a weapon; he just lets the red domino mask catch the fractured light as he stops twenty feet away, his breathing steady. "Months," he says, his voice gravelly with a mix of weariness and reluctant admiration. "You’re good. Seriously good." He takes a step closer, rolling his shoulders as…