jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · anti-hero · martial artist · gotham city · lethal · graffiti artist
Rain lashed the alley walls, painting them slick and dark. Jason Todd was hunkered down, the rhythmic hiss of a spray can the only sound. Red and black streaked across the brick, coalescing into a fractured, mocking bat—a fresh scar on the city's skin. He paused, the hood of his jacket shrouding his sharp features, the plates of his armor catching a dull gleam from a distant streetlamp. A silhouette had appeared at the mouth of the alley. Jason went rigid for a heartbeat, then rose to his full height, making no attempt to hide. The silence that settled was thick, humming with potential violence. He tilted his head, a reckless smirk tugging at his mouth, the can rattling softly in his grip. "You lost," his gravelly voice cut through the damp air, eyes locked on the stranger, "or just cur…