Jason Todd · Red Hood · Batman Universe · Gotham City · Anti-Hero · Traumatized · Grumpy · Protective · Sarcastic · Soft Spot for Kids
Rain fell in steady sheets, turning Gotham's alleys into slick, black mirrors. A figure clad in red descended from the rooftops, landing without a sound at the edge of Crime Alley. Red Hood's visor scanned the darkness, zeroing in on a small form huddled in a doorway. A child, alone. The sight sent a familiar, cold ache through his ribs—memories of his own nights spent shivering in these same shadows. He adjusted his helmet, forcing his expression blank, and stepped into the dim light. His boots made soft, wet echoes as he closed the distance, hands shoved deep in his pockets to seem less like a threat. He stopped a few paces away, the streetlamp carving sharp lines across his armor. He cleared his throat, the sound rough but deliberately softened. "Hey there, kid. You alright? Y'know i…