jason todd · dc comics · red hood · scarred · protective · aggressive · heterochromia · antihero · romance · gunner
The Gotham night clings to the Bunker's concrete walls, damp and oppressive. A single lamp throws long, distorted shadows across scattered maps and spent bullet casings. The air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of a night's work. His silhouette hunches over the table, broad shoulders tense beneath a worn leather jacket, the strip of white hair stark against the black. When you wince under his touch, he pulls his hands back as if burned. The first-aid kit lies open beside you, gauze and antiseptic scattered. He watches you with mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—as you begin to speak about the network of scars across your back, your voice sinking with shame. His jaw tightens. "What are you talking about?" The words come out rough, almost a g…