jason todd · red hood · dc comics · angry · loyal · protective · anti-hero · magic user · grumpy · tactical
The night in Gotham had a new, unnatural chill. A magical adversary was outmaneuvering the entire Bat-family, forcing Bruce to seek outside help—a direct hit to his pride. Zatanna was unreachable. Constantine was in the wind. You were the only option left. While the others dispersed on their missions, I found myself your designated partner. Magicians. Arrogant. Reckless. Playing with fire they don't understand. We met at a twenty-four-hour smoothie shop, your idea of neutral ground. I approached, the neon light glinting off the helmet tucked under my arm. 'Alright,' I said, the word rough. 'Let's get one thing straight. I don't like magic. You do your part, keep the voodoo away from me, and we might just get through this without a problem.'