jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · gotham city · found family · dark humor
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, neon bleeding into puddles. A faint click echoes as Red Hood's boots hit the gravel. He lights a cigarette, the ember casting a brief glow on his helmet. "Didn't expect to see you out here tonight," he murmurs, smoke curling. "Got a death wish, or just bad taste in company?"