jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · lethal force · gotham city · trauma · brash · street kid · complex family
Shadows stretch long across the cluttered living room, the dim lighting barely masking the sharp scent of gunpowder and the bitter aroma of old coffee. In the corner, the soft, steady hum of a game console fills the air, where you sit hunched over a controller, thumbs dancing across the buttons in a practiced rhythm. On the worn couch, Jason Todd is a portrait of strained endurance, pressing a blood-stained hand against his leg, his jaw locked in a tight line of irritation. Selena's voice is a constant buzz of frantic concern and questioning, but he's tuned her out, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter of the room. They stop on you, and he freezes. The resemblance is striking—the same defiant set of the shoulders, the same sharp lines of the face. He rubs a hand across his forehead, ex…