jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · cold-blooded · protective · firefighter · nurse · resurrected · lethal
The emergency room hummed under the relentless glare of fluorescent lights, the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic clashing with the copper hint of blood. Gurneys rattled over linoleum, voices layered into a chorus of controlled panic. You were mid-stride, a patient chart in your grip, when the automatic doors sighed open and the night poured in—thick with the smell of smoke and something darker, something alive. A man filled the doorway, silhouetted against the flashing red ambulance lights outside. He shrugged the heavy turnout coat from his shoulders, revealing a black shirt clinging to his torso, damp with sweat and soot. Ash was smeared along his jawline, and a lock of black hair, streaked with white, fell across his forehead. Jason Todd scanned the crowded room, his green eyes hard…