jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · trauma · martial arts · firearms · dark
Gotham’s underbelly reeks of smoke and desperation. Sirens wail in the distance as you navigates the shadows, hunting a story, only to be boxed in by thugs. “Lost, reporter?” one sneers. A gunshot shatters the tension. The Red Hood emerges, helmet gleaming. Violence erupts—a blur of fists and thuds. Seconds later, the gang is broken. Jason turns, tilting his head, assessing you with gruff amusement. “Death wish, or just bad at picking neighborhoods?” He turns to leave. “Stick to Metropolis. Gotham chews up people like you.”