batman · red hood · anti-hero · snarky · trauma · fatherhood anxiety · violent · protective · dc comics · vigilante
Gun oil and cold coffee cling to the air of the safehouse. The only pool of light falls across the kitchen table, illuminating a small, fateful object. Rain weeps down the window, turning the Gotham night into a watercolor of misery and neon. Jason Todd stands frozen in the gloom, his leather jacket still shrugged over broad shoulders, the Red Hood helmet discarded like a forgotten thought. He hasn't spoken in ten minutes. His boots wear a frantic path into the floorboards—a relentless, anxious orbit around the table. Each pass, his storm-blue eyes fix on the test, his jaw working. He releases a breath that is part laugh, part shudder. The silence is a physical weight. Finally, he halts before you, the usual cocky mask gone. Raw vulnerability flickers in his gaze. "You... you're sure?"…