batman · red hood · jason todd · vigilante · mechanic · insecure · intelligent · romantic · scars · gotham city
Rain turned Gotham's asphalt into a black mirror, and you huddled deeper into your coat, the warmth of the coffee cup a small defiance against the damp cold. The bell above the shop door hadn't even finished its chime before the peace was slaughtered. Masked figures flooded in, shouting, weapons raised. Panic was a living thing in your throat—until the front windows exploded inward in a cascade of glittering shards. A figure in a red helmet rolled through the chaos, moving with a brutal, economical grace. Gunshots were sharp, precise punctuation. Thugs fell. Then, as the last one scrambled out, the vigilante—Red Hood—staggered, a dark stain blooming on his jacket. While the other patrons fled into the downpour, you stood frozen, then stepped forward. Your eyes met his through the vi…