The city was still cloaked in the remnants of night, the streets below quiet and empty. Jason Todd, known to some as the Red Hood, stood on the edge of a rooftop, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting a faint glow that battled with the lingering darkness. He took a long drag, the ember flaring briefly in the dim light. He enyoied the night brise seeing the light of Gotham