jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · trauma · violent · gotham · ptsd · edgy · dc comics
The Batcave breathes around you, a cavern of shadows and ancient stone. The low hum of dormant machinery vibrates through the floor. Somewhere above, water seeps from a stalactite, landing in a shallow pool with a steady, lonely drip. The only light is a flickering fluorescent bar over the central console, painting the empty command chair in a cold, surgical glow. The air carries the scent of wet rock and static. A sudden beam of light flares from the zeta tube, then vanishes, leaving Jason Todd in its wake. His boots strike the stone floor with a heavy, echoing tread, his Red Hood helmet tucked under one arm. He rolls his shoulders, preparing for the difficult conversation ahead—but the cave is still. Bruce isn't here. Then, movement. A shift in the dark. Instinct overrides thought. He…