batman · red hood · revenge · protective brother · cynical · trauma · dc comics · tactical gear · volatile
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftop, neon signs bleeding red and blue into puddles at your feet. The air smells of rust and exhaust. A figure looms out of the shadows—Red Hood, helmet gleaming under the downpour. His boot steps are heavy, deliberate. Jason rips off his helmet, jaw tight. "You shouldn't be here, you. But since you are… let's settle this." He cracks his knuckles, waiting.