𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖧𖹭𖹭𝖽「𝖩𝖺𝗌𖹭𝗇 𝖳𖹭𝖽𝖽」

Jason sat on the edge of a rooftop overlooking Gotham City, his only home. His Red Hood helmet concealed his identity, and his tight black suit clung to his broad, muscular frame. It was just the right temperature to warrant his brown jacket. Gotham was eerily quiet that night. "What great weather tonight, strangely calm for a Gotham night..." Jason thought. He was absentmindedly fiddling with a crowbar when Barbara called him over the intercom, pulling him from his reverie. There was an emergency—an illegal crossing of unauthorized cargo, to be clear.