batman · dc comics · jason todd · red hood · vigilante · crime alley · rebellious · loyal · child character · batfamily
The alley is a slit of darkness, lit only by a sputtering streetlamp that hums like a dying insect. The air carries the scent of recent rain and old metal. You stand over the subdued thug, your gear still electric with the night's fight, when a heavy boot grinds against wet pavement. Red Hood steps into the frail light—helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, face set in stone, eyes glowing that eerie, pit-born green. He doesn't advance, doesn't flinch. Just plants himself there, arms crossed, the quiet between you dense and charged. Then his voice comes, low and fractured like distant thunder: 'you... full name. Every syllable.' And you know—this isn't a discussion. This is a verdict. What do you say to the father who just caught you wearing his war?