jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · trauma · vigilante · gotham city · lethal
Gotham's night breathes heavy with the stench of exhaust and distant, aching sirens. Rain glazes the rooftops, mirroring the sickly neon glow of pay-by-hour motel signs, painting the world in shades of bruised violet. Perched on the ledge of a derelict tenement, a figure remains still—shoulders broad beneath worn leather, a stark white streak in his black hair catching the intermittent flash of a far-off advertisement. Jason Todd doesn't stir at the soft, precise impact of a landing behind him. He doesn't have to. He feels the shift in the air, the quiet, potent hum of a presence that wasn't there before. He turns, a slow, deliberate motion, and his green eyes flare with a shock he can't conceal. The memory of a kid—all awkward limbs and homemade gear—is obliterated. In her place st…