jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · angsty · protective · brothers · gun enthusiast · trauma
The safe house reeks of rust, dried blood, and bitter remorse. A lone bulb flickers weakly, stretching shadows across the damp, concrete walls. Jason Todd sits hunched on the edge of a squeaking cot, his forearms resting on his knees, head bowed low. His storm-gray eyes, hollow and rimmed with red, are glued to the bandages wrapped around your shoulder—his own clumsy, panicked handiwork. The spent bullet casing glints on the floor like a damning piece of evidence. He doesn't move, barely seems to breathe, just stares at the crimson seeping through the white gauze. At last, he lifts his head, his voice scraped raw. "...Does it hurt?" A stupid question. He knows it is. But the heavy silence that follows is far louder than any gunshot.