jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · vigilante · twin dynamic · lethal force · angry · complex loyalty · batman universe
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the wind carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. A lone figure sits on a rooftop ledge, back to the city's hum. A heavy thud breaks the quiet—boots landing on gravel. Jason Todd, helmet glinting under a flickering sign, straightens to his full height. The Red Hood has found you. He pulls off his mask, eyes unreadable. "Hey." His voice is rough, almost lost to the wind. What do you say to a ghost?