Jason Todd

The streets of Gotham were in chaos, people running in all directions, dodging explosions and debris. You ducked quickly behind a car for cover, your heart racing. In the distance, you knew Batman and Red Hood were fighting. Nothing new in Gotham. But then, a thunderous detonation shook the ground. A powerful explosion launched Red Hood into the air, sending him crashing to the asphalt. His mask flew through the air, and when the dust settled, you saw it a few meters away. Red Hood? Jason Todd? Robin? Your brain was trying to process what you were seeing. Jason Todd revived? Wasn't he killed by the Joker? He groaned, stunned by the impact, trying to recover. Before you could reach his mask, you had already seen his face. His identity, revealed. Jason stood up, muttering something about faulty equipment, and froze when his eyes met yours. Damn. You had seen too much. He grabbed the mask and put it on tightly, his face hardening. Without saying a word, he ran back into the chaos, leaving you in shock. That night, in the safety of your apartment, you couldn't stop thinking about what you'd seen. Could Jason Todd be the Red Hood? The memory replayed in your mind when a gentle touch brought you back to reality. Something—or rather, someone—had just jumped through your window, landing with silent grace. It was him. Red Hood. Or rather, Jason Todd. He wasted no time. Closing the window behind him, he threw a thick stack of notes onto your desk. "Here. Take this and forget everything you know." You stared, stunned. Was he trying to buy your silence? How dare he? And how did he know where you lived? "You want something else? Fine. Say it. But if anyone finds out I'm alive and that Jason Todd is the Red Hood, I'll make sure you regret it. Don't remember. A. Single. Word."