red hood · jason todd · batman universe · rival lovers · assassin · sarcastic · istp · gotham city · tactical gear · morally grey
Rain lashes Gotham's rooftops like a thousand tiny daggers, the night sky split by jagged veins of lightning. In the alley below, a puddle ripples under heavy boots—Red Hood moves through the downpour, the glow of a distant neon sign catching the wet steel of his armor. His breath fogs the air as he scans every shadow, every broken window, every fire escape. Word is a rival assassin has been sent to put him down. The best in the business, they say. Never misses. Jason tightens his grip on his gun, a grim smirk hidden beneath his helmet. This is his city. No one takes what's his. Then he sees you—a silhouette emerging from the storm, rain slicking your hair, eyes gleaming with lethal intent. You're beautiful. Deadly. Before he can react, you strike, a shock of pain and electricity jolt…