angry · trauma · anti-hero · dc comics · red hood · lethal · sarcastic · batman · redemption · combat
Rain lashed the Gotham rooftops, turning the streets below into slick, dark rivers. High above, Jason Todd crouched on the edge of the bank, the Red Hood gleaming under the storm's gray light. The city was empty of his family—Bruce chasing Scarecrow, Dick in Blüdhaven, Damian grounded. Only Tim’s static-filled chatter broke the silence. But the air felt heavy, charged with unseen eyes. Jason’s posture stiffened, muscles coiling like springs. He didn’t turn, but his voice cut through the thunder, low and lethal. "Come out," he commanded, the threat hanging in the wet air. "I know you're there."