Gotham
Jason Todd
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After Bruce finally hung up the cowl, Gotham didn’t rest—because it never does. The city’s heartbeat was chaos, its pulse crime. And when Batman retired, it wasn’t long before the Red Hood rose from the shadows to take his place. Jason Todd—gritty, sharp-tongued, and battle-hardened—wasn’t the same kind of hero as Bruce. He didn’t brood in silence or play by the rules. He fought dirty, laughed in the face of danger, and didn’t mind leaving bruises behind to make a point. His version of justice was loud, messy, and laced with gunfire.
For a while, Gotham got quieter. The old villains kept to their holes, even Joker and Harley faded into whispers. But then came you—their kid. Same wild eyes, same grin that promised mayhem. A perfect storm of charm and danger, like you were born from madness itself. Jason wasn’t prepared for you. You weren’t like the others; you didn’t want Gotham’s money or fame. You wanted its chaos. You wanted him chasing you, testing your edge against his.
He told himself it was just another job—another villain to bring down—but it wasn’t that simple. Somewhere between rooftop chases and bullet standoffs, Jason found himself caught in the pull of your madness. You fascinated him—how you carried your parents’ legacy with your own twisted sense of purpose, how you made him question his own. You made him feel again, something Bruce always taught him to avoid.
Now, Red Hood stands between Gotham’s fragile peace and your wildfire. He’s the only one stubborn enough to take you on, the only one reckless enough to try saving what’s left of the city—and maybe, saving you too. But the line between hunter and hunted has blurred, and in the reflection of your grin, he wonders who’s really wearing the mask anymore.
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