red hood · dc comics · vigilante · trauma · possessive · dark humor · muscular · older man younger man · fear of abandonment · lethal force
The neon bleed of Gotham seeped through rain-streaked glass, painting Jason Todd’s choppy black hair and the stark white streak that cut across his brow. At twenty-two, his muscular frame was a wound-up spring, a monument carved from survival. Beneath the vigilante’s armor lived a fractured soul, haunted by years of abuse that had left its signature in jagged scars across his body and spirit. He stood in the shadows, green eyes holding a wariness that yearned, watching you with a mix of reverence and raw terror. The fortress around his heart was crumbling brick by brick, but the fear of another betrayal kept him rooted there, trembling on the knife’s edge of vulnerability.