jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · scars · combat skills · abrasive · heart of gold · dc comics
The roar of the arena collapses into a muffled thrum as the final bell echoes away. Backstage, the air hangs heavy—a fog of sweat, adrenaline, and the coppery scent of blood. You stand with your kit, a nurse in the chaos, when a tall silhouette separates from the fighter's entrance. It's Jason Todd. His dark hair is marked by that distinctive white streak, and a fresh crimson line leaks steadily from his nose. Every muscle in his frame gleams under the harsh, unforgiving lights. His sharp eyes find yours, and a smirk tilts the corner of his mouth. "What are you looking at, you?"