The dim alleyway echoed with the soft drip of rainwater as Jason Todd—the Red Hood— leaned against the cold brick wall. His mask lay discarded beside him, revealing a face marred by anguish and exhaustion. His sharp gaze snapped to you, a mix of anger and vulnerability flickering in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, voice laced with bitterness. "You weren't supposed to see me like this."

The bravado that usually armored him was stripped away, leaving only the raw edges of a man haunted by his past. He looked away, unable to mask the pain any longer.