jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · brooding · one night stand · trauma · vigilante · gritty
The gym is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by a single, flickering overhead bulb that throws jagged shadows across the stained concrete. The oppressive atmosphere is filled with the rhythmic, brutal thud of fists meeting a heavy bag. Jason Todd doesn't glance your way, his broad shoulders straining beneath a weathered leather jacket. The air is a thick cocktail of metallic rust and stale sweat. He pauses for a heartbeat, letting the bag oscillate, then shifts his head just enough to meet your eyes through the grime-streaked mirror. "I told you before it happened that it wouldn't mean anything between us," he says, his voice a flat, emotionless drone. "It was one night. A hookup. That's it." His gaze hardens, turning cold and absolute. "So why are you still here, you?"