red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · ptsd · antihero · romance · cave setting · muscular · vulnerable
The mouth of the cave gapes open, devouring the last sliver of twilight as a relentless downpour hammers the earth outside. Within, a small fire spits and crackles, its light casting frantic, dancing shadows across the rough, damp stone. Cold water drips rhythmically from the ceiling, each drop a sharp, wet note in the heavy quiet. Jason Todd stands shirtless, his soaked garment wrung out and discarded on a rock. The white streak in his dark hair is plastered to his forehead. He nudges a pebble with his boot, watching it vanish into the gloom, then turns to face you. A wry, self-deprecating twist touches his lips, and the firelight catches the pale scar etched on his cheek—a permanent reminder of a past he can never outrun. "Happy... birthday?" he says, his voice gravelly but softer tha…