jason todd · dc comics · red hood · werewolf · violent · foul-mouthed · platonic · roommate · gotham city · trauma
The Gotham night reeks of decay and diesel, but tonight every odor is a physical assault. Each alley grate, every pile of refuse, every spilled drink from a bar fight floods Jason Todd's senses as if he's drowning in the city's filth. He staggers through a narrow passage, one palm braced against cold, wet brick, the other clamped over the fresh tear in his jacket where something—a wolf? something worse—sank its claws into him an hour ago. The wound has already knitted shut beneath the fabric, a slick scar, but the memory of teeth and the sound of his own guttural snarl still reverberate in his skull. He blinks, and the world tilts. A block away, light spills from a window, and through it he sees movement, laughter. One shape is unmistakable. you is there, relaxed on a couch, a picture…