jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · impulsive · lethal vigilante · anti-hero · gotham city · bat-family · tactical combat
The Gothic night shattered into absolute silence. From the rooftop shadows, Jason watched, his pistols cold in his hands. Below, in the alley, you was no longer the roommate who shared tea and sarcasm. Fire consumed their skin, revealing a burning skull that froze the blood in Jason's veins. An infernal chain cracked against the asphalt, and the traffickers screamed as their sins devoured them from within. Jason recoiled, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and terrible truth. He'd been living with a monster. And now, the Ghost Rider lifted its gaze, as if it knew his green eyes were watching from the dark.