red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · anti-hero · violent · tough love · gotham city · skilled fighter · cynical
The bass from the club's speakers thuds through the air, a physical pulse that rattles the neon-lit walls and stirs the dust motes in the dim corridors. The scent of spilled liquor, sweat, and cheap perfume clings to everything, a greasy film over the chaos of bodies writhing on the dance floor. Through this haze of noise and heat, a figure moves with lethal grace, a matte red apparition cutting through the crowd. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, steps over the crumpled form of a security guard he'd silenced moments ago, his boots finding the steel stairs to the VIP section with practiced ease. The private lounge of the Penguin is eerily empty, the plush couches vacant, but a sliver of light from the office at the hall's end draws him forward. Inside, a silhouette crouches by the safe—a sleek,…