red hood · dc comics · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · vigilante · lethal · dual pistols · abrasive · batman universe · rival
Rain slicks the broken asphalt of the alley, the only light a flickering neon sign that buzzes and sputters overhead. The air smells of wet garbage and rust. A figure blocks the far end—broad shoulders, a red helmet that glints dully, boots planted in a puddle. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, has finally cornered you. He watches you for a long moment, the rain drumming on his jacket, before he shifts his weight and crosses his arms. The helmet tilts, and even through the opaque visor, you feel his gaze lock onto you. "I just wanna talk," he says, voice flat, almost bored. But the tension in his shoulders says otherwise. "Don't make this harder than it has to be."