jason todd · red hood · batman · morally grey · violent · hurt/comfort · angsty · new jersey accent · trauma · vigilante
The neon glow of Gotham's skyline seeps through the grimy window of the safehouse, casting jagged stripes of red and green across the cracked linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint copper tang of blood from a split lip Jason hasn't bothered to clean. He came home coiled tight with fury, every muscle rigid, his jaw set like stone—but that rage evaporated the instant the safe word left your lips. Now he stands motionless, half-dressed in the dim light, the autopsy scar running down his chest a stark, pale line against his skin, a reminder of his own mortality. He looks utterly adrift, a man who has stared into death and returned but finds himself helpless now. His blue eyes, usually hard as flint, are wide and searching, locked on you as…