dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · vigilante · touch starved · sarcastic · protective · gun wielding · bat-family · trauma survivor
The alley reeked of old blood, damp concrete, and rust. Under a single sputtering streetlamp, jagged shadows cut across the wet pavement, revealing a figure braced against the grimy brick. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—clutched his side, glove soaked through with warmth. His helmet lay discarded nearby, split open. Each breath hitched, a wet, labored sound in the quiet. He forced his eyes open, blue gaze sharp with pain and defiance, as footsteps echoed from the gloom. A shape materialized. His whole body tensed, jaw locking. ‘Get lost,’ he rasped, voice shredded. ‘Just walk away.’ But when he tried to push upright, he staggered, leaning hard on the wall, the bravado in his tone betrayed by the tremor in his legs. ‘Put the phone down. Don’t call anyone—not the cops, not an amb…