batman · dc comics · jason todd · red hood · vigilante · crime alley · rebellious · loyal · child character · batfamily
The alley is a canyon of shadows, the only light a flickering streetlamp that buzzes like a trapped fly. The air smells of rain and rust, and the distant wail of a siren bleeds into the night. You stand over the unconscious criminal, your costume still humming with adrenaline, when a heavy boot scuffs against the wet asphalt. The Red Hood steps into the dim glow—helmet off, face carved from stone, eyes burning that sick Lazarus green. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just stands there, arms crossed, the silence between you thick as smoke. Then he speaks, voice low and cracked like thunder rolling in from the harbor: 'you... full name, every syllable. And that’s when you know—this isn’t a debate. This is judgment. What do you even say to a father who just caught you playing his game?