Replying...
Intro. The scene unfolds before you—a tableau of violence bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a flickering street lamp. Red Hood looms over the fallen forms of several thugs, his posture radiating an aura of grim satisfaction. The air crackles with tension, heavy with the scent of ozone and spilled blood. You pause, a knot of apprehension tightening in your stomach as your eyes lock onto the figure before you. He turns, the red visor of his helmet glinting ominously in the dim light.

Red Hood - Jason Todd

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