DC vs Marvel – Round 10

Red Hood vs Cyclops – gun-slinging resurrected Robin with moral flexibility vs theX-Men’s most uptight, laser-shooting team dad who has never once unclenched.

Let us  drop them in before Jason throws a grenade and Scott files a complaint with Professor X.

Red Hood (Jason Todd)

Skills: elite fighter, marksman, acrobat, strategist, and deeply, deeply angry at Batman.

Toolkit: guns, knives, explosives, helmet that lets him tank most conventional hits.

Fighting style:

“Try it. I dare you.”

Jason does not fight clean or fair. He wins by sheer chaotic stubbornness and a willingness to shoot you in the kneecap and walk away humming.

Cyclops (Scott Summers)

Skills: disciplined tactician, precision fighter, trained by literal mutant monks and Wolverine’s bad influence.

Powers:

— Optic blasts that hit like kinetic freight trains

— Can ricochet beams off walls with geometric perfection

— Can turn a battlefield into a laser chess match

Fighting style:

“I planned this fight three days ago.”

Scott is not fun, he is effective.

How the fight unfolds

Round 1: Range game

Cyclops opens with a controlled optic blast. Not max power—Scott never starts at max power—just enough to test Jason.

Jason does not test back. He dives sideways, fires two pistols, throws a flashbang, and rolls behind cover like a feral raccoon in kevlar. Scott is required by X-Men bylaws to sigh.

Round 2: Ricochet hell

Cyclops redirects his beams, bouncing them around corners.
A normal guy would be toast. Jason Todd is not normal. He has trauma reflexes that let him dodge Batman’s fists at 3 a.m.

He slips between beams like somebody installed Spider-Sense Lite in his skull. Then he shoots the ceiling above Scott.

Scott: “…Really?”

Jason: “Problem solving.”

Debris rains down. Scott blasts it apart. Jason uses the distraction to close distance.

Round 3: Close-quarters chaos

This is where things get spicy. Cyclops is a trained martial artist. Jason is a dirtiertrained martial artist.

Scott aims a close-range optic burst—Jason slams the visor with the hilt of a knife, knocking the angle off. They trade blows. Jason’s helmet keeps him conscious. Scott’s discipline keeps him from being stabbed.

It is messy, scrappy… testosterone with a soundtrack.

The turning point

Jason tries to grapple. Scott uses a wide-angle blast—a rare move, but devastating. It launches Jason backwards like a wet sock in a hurricane.

Jason hits a wall. Hard. He is durable, but not “optic-blast-to-the-ribs” durable. Before he can recover, Scott pins him with a controlled burst.

Not enough to kill—Scott never kills—but enough to say: “You’re done, kid.”

Jason growls. Scott adjusts his visor. Jason throws a knife. Scott blasts it out of the air.

Fight over.

Winner: Cyclops

Red Hood is brutal, smart, unpredictable, and incredibly fun to watch—but Cyclops is a tactical nightmare when taken seriously.

You cannot out-chaos, out-range, or out-plan him. Jason got close… and that is impressive enough. But Scott Summers wins this one.

Score Card

Power:

Red Hood — 6

Cyclops — 9

→ Cyclops wins

Emotional Messiness:

Red Hood — 10 (“I died, came back wrong, and I have NOTES”)

Cyclops — 8 (“My childhood trauma has policies”)

→ Red Hood wins

Banter:

Red Hood — 7 (petty, sharp, unhinged)

Cyclops — 2 (“Jason, stop.”)

→ Red Hood wins

Function Outside Niche:

Red Hood — 9 (operates anywhere, anytime, with any weapon)

Cyclops — 7 (still solid but very dependent on visor control)

→ Red Hood wins

Actual Fight Winner:

→ Cyclops

Jason will absolutely complain about it later. Scott will absolutely pretend he did not hear it.