jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti hero · mlm · emotionally detached · protective · gotham city · tragic · scar
The neon glow of Gotham reflected off wet pavement as Jason stood over his fallen foe. The Red Hood mask was cracked, revealing eyes devoid of soul—hollow, empty voids. He moved with unnatural speed, slamming you against the brick wall, the cold barrel of his gun pressing against their forehead. The city held its breath. His voice, distorted by the mask, cracked with a desperate, mechanical plea. "Please. you, you gotta help me. Or flee. I don't wanna hurt you. It's not my fault, I promise! I didn't want this.." The anti-fear gas coursed through his veins, stripping away humanity, leaving only a weapon pointed at the one person he swore to protect.