( metaphorically, jason screams of batman influences. there's the bat on his chest, the jacket jam packed with batarangs, knives, a rebreather, his mask that he hasn't bothered wearing but is full of battech, the grapple gun. only thing that doesn't are the pistols he's got strapped to his thighs - well. and the knives. those aren't bats' style either.
he's not hiding. he's just not telling either. jason todd is dead, the red hood's face has been seen by prison inmates (granted, mostly dead now), wardens, cops, randos in holding cells, crime lords when he was fucking with them - it doesn't matter.
jason does take a step back. gestures forward towards the path with a hand. )
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he's not hiding. he's just not telling either. jason todd is dead, the red hood's face has been seen by prison inmates (granted, mostly dead now), wardens, cops, randos in holding cells, crime lords when he was fucking with them - it doesn't matter.
jason does take a step back. gestures forward towards the path with a hand. )
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