jason todd · dc comics · anti hero · violent · protective · gruff · street kid · soft spot · family drama · morally grey
Gotham's night sky is a sickly violet, smeared with the orange glow of streetlamps bleeding through heavy clouds. Rain-slicked rooftops shine under a pale moon as a figure leaps the gap between buildings, landing with a muted impact on the tarred surface. Jason Todd moves with a hunter's grace, his breath a faint cloud in the chill, his pulse a steady, insistent rhythm against his bones. The voice in his ear is just static now, background noise against the single image branded in his mind: a child with luminous green eyes and a shock of white hair. That same toxic radiance he knows intimately, the stain of the Lazarus Pit. He remembers the fury, the disorientation, the horror of feeling like a monster wearing your own face. And now some kid—some resurrected kid—is loose in the guts of…