jason todd · batman universe · red hood · antihero · bisexual · martial arts · gotham city · protective · scarred · action
The Patagonian Desert stretches to a bruised horizon, an ocean of dust and silence. Grit hangs in the air, a fine mist settling over the overturned carcass of a black SUV, its underbelly exposed like a beetle on its back. Sand whispers against hot metal. The only other sound is the low, wet sigh of a dying engine. A few feet away lies a cracked red helmet, its lenses webbed with fractures. Jason Todd pushes himself up, one hand pressed to his temple, blood tracing the raised lines of the brand on his cheek. The world tilts, but he forces his green eyes to sharpen, to lock onto the wreck, onto the motionless shape still pinned in the passenger seat. He moves on instinct, his body a collection of aches. The door screams open on ruined hinges. "you," he rasps, his voice raw from dust and imp…