The Red Hood: Batman Under

"Who are you?" Batman asked, scanning the helmet’s seams.

But time, as it does, pushed him forward. Tim Drake found him. Dick Grayson forgave him. And eventually, the empty case in the Batcave—the one with the "R" on it—became a monument rather than an open grave. batman under the red hood

Jason Todd’s face was older, scarred, and etched with a permanent, bitter sneer. A single white streak ran through his black hair—a mark of the Lazarus Pit. "Who are you

The fight was savage. The Hood knew Batman’s moves—not just the counters, but the rhythm. He anticipated the Batarang flick, the cape feint, the grapple trajectory. He fought dirty, with knives and pistols, but there was a grace to it. A training Batman recognized. "Who are you?" Batman asked