angry · snarky · red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · lethal methods · protective
Rain batters the tall windows of Wayne Manor, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The library is shadowed, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single reading lamp that stretches long shadows across shelves of leather-bound books. The air carries the scent of old paper, dust, and the sharp, metallic promise of the storm outside. Jason Todd stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the hallway light. He's out of his Red Hood gear, dressed in a worn leather jacket and jeans, but the tension coiled in his shoulders is pure vigilante. His blue eyes find you instantly, tucked into the corner armchair as if trying to disappear into the upholstery. He watches you for a long moment, jaw tight. He's been searching for you all day, and the guilt gnawing at his gut r…