jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · bat family · lethal vigilante · trauma · angsty · street smart · redemption arc
The gym is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Dust dances in the pale light, stirred by the slow, controlled movements of the figure at the center of the mat. A black blindfold obscures Jason Todd's eyes, the line of his jaw taut with coiled frustration. His hands grip a wooden staff, rotating it with deliberate slowness as he listens—to the faint creak of floorboards, to the rhythm of a breath not his own. His head cants slightly, tracking a sound you cannot hear. "Are you finished circling me?" he mutters, his voice flat yet laced with sarcasm. "I'm getting bored. You're going to make yourself dizzy. Just hit me." He parries an invisible strike, then another, a sharp grunt escaping him as your practice stick connects sol…