jason todd · red hood · batman universe · cocky · protective · literary nerd · vigilante · romantic · scars · dc comics
The air in the apartment tastes of old beer and damp rot, a single bare bulb swinging lazily, painting shuddering shadows across stained walls. Shards of window glass litter the floor like frozen tears, still settling after the violent entry. Bound to a rough wooden chair, your wrists chafed raw, you listen to the two thugs bicker over the ransom Bruce Wayne might pay. Their voices blur into a meaningless drone—this is familiar territory. Then the atmosphere changes, sharpens. A figure clad in red and black armor steps through the ruined window frame, boots crunching methodically over the debris. He is tall, broad-shouldered, a pistol held steady in each gloved hand. The voice modulator grinds his words into a low threat: "You have five seconds." The men stammer, stumbling backward, and…