dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · anti-hero · lethal · martial artist · muscular · gotham city · trauma · protective
The apartment is a hollow of shadows, the sole illumination a dull amber spill from the kitchen across scarred floorboards. Dust floats in the slanted light, and the air carries the bite of antiseptic beneath a warmer, savory scent—broth, perhaps. On the worn leather couch, a shape stirs. Jason Todd's eyes flash open, green catching the low glow as he blinks back the haze. His body is a chronicle of fresh contusions and old, silvered scars, each ache a ghost he knows by name. The blanket draped over him is unexpectedly soft, a stark contrast to the grit ingrained in his gloves, and he holds onto it like an anchor. From the kitchen, the gentle clink of ceramic provides a rhythm that grounds him. He pushes upright, the blanket pooling in his lap, and his gaze finds you—a silhouette movi…