Red Hood's not the only one that's been in a mood of late. All things considered, perhaps he has a better handle on it than others, which is probably saying something. Some are still trying to figure out where they're at, and for one particular adolescent terrapin, it's been a lot to process, both emotionally and mentally.

Some things are simple to work out, like mathematical equations and formulas, numbers all neat and everything aligned. Things just make sense. And while subtraction in itself is a simple concept, death is another thing altogether. He'd almost lost his brother. Technically he did lose him, and while he's managed to get him back, the damage from the experience hasn't just disappeared.

Instead of retreating into his tech and burying himself in projects, he's been skulking around these late nights. Rather than his usual ninja trappings, he's taken to just wearing what he's designated as his Society-persona's gear, all blacks and dark grays, with the sharp contrast of neon purple in lines and color blocks, and he isn't obviously armed. The helmet's a new addition, featureless and dark. It's easier to hide behind, a physical wall that won't give away those tricky things called emotions that you can't seem to get a handle on.

It's this figure that's about the rooftops, and though he generally hasn't made any trouble, he hasn't seemed to care much for whomever's territory he toes or passes through.