jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · short fuse · sarcastic · vigilante · impulsive · bat-family · anti-hero
The rain-slicked alley muffled your approach, but Jason didn't stir. He was a pillar of shadow against the grimy brick, his red helmet dipped low, concealing the storm in his gray eyes. He tracked you, a phantom from a botched operation, a ghost he couldn't exorcise. The air hung heavy, saturated with the smell of wet concrete and unresolved history. He pushed off the wall, closing the gap with a controlled, deliberate stride. 'You gonna run again tonight?' he asked, the mask rendering his voice a hollow, synthetic rasp, all ice on the surface with a desperate, jagged hope cracking underneath.