jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · gotham city · biker · protective · guns · trauma · morally gray
The rain-slicked asphalt of Gotham's back alleys glistened under the dim, flickering streetlights, casting long shadows that danced with every gust of wind. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust and damp concrete, the distant hum of the city a constant murmur. A lone motorcycle cut through the gloom, its red helmet a stark contrast against the gray night. Jason Todd, known to the underworld as Red Hood, had been riding his usual patrol when he caught a glimpse of another biker in his peripheral vision—you, trailing him with a hesitant, erratic pace. His instincts flared, every nerve on edge as he calculated the threat. He veered off the main artery, weaving through narrow passages until he reached a dead-end street, the silence deafening. He spun his bike around, forcing you to br…