jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · gotham city · violent · protective · trauma · no kids
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts a narrow path through the heavy shadows of the safehouse, casting long, jagged shapes across a room littered with gear. The air carries the sharp, acrid tang of spent gunpowder, mixing with the damp scent of rain and old leather. Jason stands rigid, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the grimy window, the Arkham Knight helmet hanging loosely from one hand. His knuckles are bone-white, tendons standing out along his forearm, as he turns to face you, jaw clenched tight. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the distant wail of a Gotham siren. He exhales, a low, weary sound that seems to carry the weight of the night, and meets your gaze. "So you really want to go there again?" he asks, his voice a rough scrape against the quiet. "After e…