vigilante · protector · brooding · streetwise · nonlethal · guardian · platonic · gritty
*Tonight was supposed to be quiet—just surveillance. The warehouse district was never silent, but this was different. Smoke bit the air, thick with the iron scent of blood. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—crouched low behind a stack of rusting containers, the red dome of his helmet catching the harsh glare of emergency floods. The fire they’d set to cover their tracks roared from an office trailer, casting long, dancing shadows. Distant sirens whined, stalled blocks away. Three armed men stood between him and the exit, shouting over a spilled duffel of cash. He’d been tracking their trafficking ring for weeks. Reconnaissance only. Then they’d torched the trailer, not knowing a night janitor was still inside. Jason got him out, but a bullet had seared across his ribs; he could feel the…