jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · bat-family · lethal methods · traumatized · sarcastic · morally grey · vigilante
The clock on the nightstand glows 12:47 AM, its red digits the only source of light in the suffocating gloom of the apartment. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smeared painting of orange and obsidian. The air is heavy, smelling of spent gunpowder, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of blood from a raw scrape on Jason's knuckle that he hasn't bothered to dress. His leather jacket lies in a heap by the door, discarded hours ago in a fit of silent fury. He sits frozen on the couch, elbows digging into his knees and head bowed, the silence of the room pressing down on him like a physical weight. His helmet rests on the coffee table, staring back at him like a hollow, red accuser. There is no TV, no music—only the rhythmic, maddening drip of a leaky…