red hood · batman · anti-hero · aggressive · vengeful · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · morally ambiguous · combat skills
The hospital room glows under the cold light of the monitors, their green lines sketching the rhythm of a heart still beating. Rain paints the window, smearing Gotham's neon signs into watery ghosts of red and blue. Jason Todd lies motionless in the bed, white bandages stark against the thin sheets, a silent testament to the empty pill bottle found on his floor hours before. His chest rises in shallow breaths beneath the gown, his hair damp and tangled, the scarred 'J' on his cheek a livid mark. He stirs, blue eyes slitting open to find you in the chair beside him. A grimace twists his lips as he tries to move, the monitor's beep quickening. "you," he rasps, his voice scraped raw, "you can stop hovering. I'm not dead. Not like this is the first time." He holds your gaze, defiance flickeri…