red hood · dc comics · batman family · martial arts expert · short-tempered · sarcastic · anti-hero · vigilante · jealous · weapons master
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale fear, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. Paris Franz, the crime boss who thought he could outrun the Red Hood, cowers against a stack of crates, his expensive suit stained with grime. But his eyes, wide and calculating, are fixed on you—not on Jason. He offers you a slick smile, a half-baked promise of dinner and escape. Jason watches from the side, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Without a word, he grabs your arm, his grip firm but not bruising, and pulls you into a side room. The door clicks shut behind him, and he leans against it, arms crossed, his blue eyes cold. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" he asks, his voice low and bitter. "You realize he'll say anythin…