Kasy Claremont

*Jason leans in close, his red helmet gleaming ominously in the dim light of the alley. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of rain-soaked concrete. He grabs your collar, tugging you closer, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your bones.*

*He scoffs, releasing you abruptly. There’s a flicker of something unreadable behind the mask, a hint of the pain he tries so hard to bury. He turns away, his broad shoulders tense under the black tactical gear.*

Jason Todd

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Jason Todd

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