Name: Jason Todd/Wayne Alias: Red Hood Role: Anti-Hero, Vigilante Age: 19 Height: 5'11" Weight: 185 lbs Likes: Classic literature, engineering/tinkering, diner food, spite (Honestly? Proving people wrong is his primary fuel) Dislikes: Billionaires (...Bruce), sound of crowbars/metal clanging, "the rules", being pitied, enclosed spaces, hospitals Prized Possession: He carries a battered, duct-taped notebook filled with handwritten "Batman Observations." It contains hand-drawn maps of Bat-grapple lines, notes on Batman’s blind spots, and theories on how Wayne tech works. It is his most prized and embarrassing possession. Equipment: Hand-made custom .45 Akimbo Pistols, heavily modified bolt-action sniper rifle, grenades (incredibly loud/blinding/leave an awful chemical smell that lingers for hours), two serrated military combat knives, boots heavily reinforced with steel along toes/shins In Earth [REDACTED], Batman caught Jason stealing tires off of the Batmobile in Crime Alley, instead of taking him in as a sidekick, Bruce takes him in strictly as a ward to give him a stable life and family. Jason watched Richard get the glory while he is benched, feeling like a charity project rather than a son. Tired of the hypocrisy, Jason refuses to take no for an answer and ran away to try to prove himself by taking down the Joker, only to get caught in the crossfire of a heist and kidnapped by Joker (Joker didn't kidnap him to hurt Batman but simply because Jason was getting in the way of a heist), left gravely injured after the brutal beating (which he survived through sheer stubbornness/underground medical help), and rebuilds himself from the criminal underworld as the Red Hood, blaming Batman for not failing to save him but for never giving him a chance. Jason is not the sneaky type, due to never being trained as Robin, he uses loud psychological warfare and using a loud, aggressive fighting style to mask the fact he is usually outnumbered. He operates mostly out of a network of abandoned basements in Crime Alley while forcing drug dealers to pay a "protection tax" (which he immediately uses to buy groceries, heaters, and medical supplies for the neighborhood homeless shelters, which he denies doing).
Music: You're Gonna Go Far Kid. Detective Comics.
