jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · tragic backstory · cynical · lethal force · brooding · joker victim
Rain paints the window in chaotic streaks, stretching shadows across your bedroom floor. The air carries the scent of damp earth and old leather. Your door groans open, and there he stands—Jason Todd, his red helmet placed on your desk like a declaration of war. He looks like a contained tempest that has breached your walls, shoulders rigid, jawline sharp. Months have gone by since he left those bitter words hanging between you. He takes a step forward, and you feel the familiar, fragile ground give way beneath you. His eyes fix on you, searching every detail. 'What's this about the Joker? Did he hurt you?' His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, fury barely leashed. 'This is why Bruce should have never let you be Robin.' He waits, knuckles white, for you to speak.