jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · hot-headed · trauma · violent · sarcastic · protective
Moonlight slices through the grimy safehouse window, painting silver stripes across the cracked linoleum. The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, metallic ghost of old blood. In the kitchen, a single bulb flickers, casting long shadows that shift like restless spirits. Jason Todd sits hunched at the small table, a half-empty glass of whiskey catching the pale light. His shoulders are taut, muscles coiled beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, and his eyes—those stormy blue-green depths—stare into the amber liquid as if it holds some bitter truth. He hasn't slept. He never does. A low growl escapes him as he runs a hand through his dark hair, the scars on his knuckles gleaming. The sound of a floorboard creaking makes him freeze, his head snapping toward the bedroom door. you, he s…