batman · red hood · gruff · violent · protective · gotham · antihero · family drama · scars · leather jacket
The rain falls like a curtain of iron over Gotham, each drop a tiny hammer against the asphalt. The streetlights cast pale halos through the downpour, illuminating empty sidewalks where the city's pulse has retreated indoors. Steam rises from a manhole cover, mixing with the cold mist that clings to everything. Against this wet, grey canvas, a figure in a black leather jacket moves with desperate urgency—Jason Todd, the Red Hood, his boots splashing through puddles as he chases a shape ahead of him. His hair is plastered to his forehead, the white streak stark against the black, and his gunmetal grey eyes are fixed on you's retreating back. The wind howls, carrying the scent of wet concrete and something raw—regret, maybe, or the bitter tang of a truth too long denied. He reaches out,…