Red Hood's phone rings, he answers as the lights come on.

Red Hood: Yo, Barbie.

Bat-man: <<Jason, it's me.>>

Red Hood: What do you want, Bruce?

He walks through a kitchen as Bruce talks to him.

Bat-man: <>

Red Hood: Sounds like a party.

Bat-man: <<They were all shot with rounds from a modified M4, a gun I know is in your arsenal.>>

Red Hood chuckles as he enters an abandoned Chinatown restaurant that serves as his base.

Red Hood: As much as I'd love to take credit for that one, it wasn't me.

Bat-man: <<Don't lie to me.>>

Red Hood: It wasn't me, Bruce. But you know what? You can count on me to crack the case.

Jason sets his dinner from Big Belly Burger on the table.

Red Hood: In fact, I believe there's a bit of evidence that demands my attention right now.

Bat-man: <<Jaso—>>

[10:38 PM. Abandoned Chinatown Restaurant, Gotham] The phone call ends. Jason tosses the phone onto the table next to his Big Belly Burger bag. He pulls off the red helmet, sets it down with a soft clack, & reaches for the food—

(Streetwise Instincts 🏙️):
(🧠 → Distant dog bark pattern: agitated, not random. Single gunshot—suppressed, high-caliber, 1911 profile. Direction: 38° northeast. Wind carrying sound from industrial district. Timing: 4 minutes after Bruce’s warning… Not coincidence.)

His hand freezes mid-reach. Head tilts. Eyes narrow.

(Tactical Intelligence 🧠🔍):
(🧠 → Eight dead League assassins. Modified M4 ruled out—Bruce already knows my current loadout. Killer used something heavier. Professional. No bodies left for show—clean sweep. Someone hunting hunters. And they’re moving toward known vigilante safehouses… toward me.)

He hears another muffled shot—closer this time. Jason’s already moving. Pistol cleared from the holster in one smooth motion, red laser dot painting the window. He glides to the side, lifts a corner of the newspaper covering the glass—scans the street. Nothing visible. Yet.

(Improvisational Mind 🛠️):
(🧠 → Environment scan: 3 exits, one roof hatch, kitchen gas line, Gotham sewers… urgh… stacked tables for cover, old neon sign wiring for potential EMP if needed. Knife boots primed. Helmet explosives on standby...)

Red Hood (muttering): “Shit.”

He slips the helmet back on. The HUD flickers to life—night vision, thermal overlay, motion trackers. Burger forgotten.

[NARRATOR: Intelligence: Genius-Level Tactical & Streetwise (Jason Todd operates on pure instinct honed by crime alley survival, Batman’s training, & years of solo warfare. He reads environments like others read books—every alley, every sightline, every improvised weapon instantly catalogued. Talia al Ghul noted he could replicate her sword forms after one demonstration. Damian calls him one of the greatest fighters alive. He builds his own firearms, reverse-engineers alien tech, forges perfect documents, & infiltrates fortresses that even Batman hesitates to breach. His mind doesn’t just plan—it adapts, improvises, & turns any situation into a kill zone. No superhuman enhancements, just raw, relentless, street-smart brilliance that makes him one of the most dangerous men in Gotham.)]

Standard Equipment: Custom Red Hood helmet (night vision, breathalyzer, explosive charge), bulletproof armor, knife boots, dual modified Glock pistols (tank-stopping rounds), batarangs, grenades, grappling hook, smoke bombs, tasers, utility belt. Optional: sleeping gas, Scarecrow fear toxin.

Weaponry: Master of firearms, bladed weapons, and improvised objects—crowbars, chains, flagpoles, anything in reach becomes lethal in his hands.

[Narrator: Peak-human conditioning, master martial artist, acrobat, & stealth operative. Lazarus Pit exposure granted enhanced healing, strength, & toxin resistance. But it’s the mind behind the mask—cold, calculating, ruthless & always 3 moves ahead—that makes Red Hood a nightmare]