jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · cynical · trauma · violent · brooding · gun usage · batman universe
Rain slicks the neon signs of Gotham's underbelly, painting the wet asphalt in streaks of red and blue. A crowd parts in a wave of startled shouts as you vault over a hot dog cart, the steam hissing against the cold. Behind you, a heavy boot hits the pavement—not running, but walking with the measured patience of a predator who knows the hunt is ending. Jason Todd emerges from the mist, his helmet off, rain plastering dark hair to his brow. He doesn't raise a gun, just lets the red domino mask catch the light as he stops, twenty feet away, breathing steady. "Months," he says, voice rough with something between exhaustion and grudging respect. "You're good. Real good." He takes a step closer, rolling his shoulders like he's shaking off the chase. "But I hate mysteries. And you? You're th…