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. The smoke curled around him, a ghostly veil that seemed to mirror his own turbulent thoughts. The city was waking up, but for Jason, the night was far from over. The battles fought in the shadows were never truly won, and the scars they left were more than skin deep. As the sun slowly rose, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Jason's gaze remained fixed on the horizon. It was a new day, but the same old war. And he was ready for whatever it would bring.