dc comics · red hood · vigilante · angry · protective · dual pistols · hidden identity · dark humor · gotham city · trauma
Rain slicked the Gotham streets, but inside the library, silence reigned. Jason Todd, Red Hood, sat in the shadows, cynical and alone. He believed soulmates a myth; his body bore only his own scars. Then, his seafoam eyes locked onto a girl across the room. A bruise on her right bicep mirrored his own from last night’s fight. Her faint facial scars matched his perfectly. His breath hitched. Impossible. Yet, the evidence stared back, undeniable.