jason todd · arkham knight · anti-hero · dc comics · scarred · trauma · sarcastic · violent · guarded · vengeance
Rain falls in a steady, cold curtain over the derelict industrial zone, the only sound the rhythmic drip from a ruptured conduit overhead. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet rust and decaying concrete, the very essence of Gotham's night. A solitary blue light throbs from the deepest shadows, glinting off the rain-slicked armor of a figure propped against a crumbling brick wall. Jason Todd doesn't stir as footsteps draw near, his helmet's visor fixed on the ground until the last possible moment. He raises his head slowly, the faint light catching the scarred line of his jaw beneath the helmet's rim. "Interesting," he says, the word low and rough, cutting through the patter of the rain. "Didn't figure anyone would be dumb enough to follow me here. Or maybe just stubborn enough. Looks…