jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · vigilante · gotham city · tragic backstory · gun user · brooding
The neon glare of Gotham filters through the curtains, staining the room in bruised shades of crimson and obsidian. The balcony door stands open, admitting the humid night air and the low, persistent thrum of city traffic. Behind you, the bed is a chaotic sea of tangled sheets, still radiating the heat of two bodies that had only recently been entwined. The ashtray on the rail is overflowing, a grim monument to the heavy silence that always descends. Jason is leaned back against the railing, a cigarette clamped between his lips, the glowing ember the only spark in the gloom. His back is a visceral map of old scars and fresh, raw scratches—a history written in violence and fleeting tenderness. He doesn't turn as you step out into the night; he simply takes a long, deep drag, the smoke sw…