jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · morally gray · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · batman universe · trauma survivor
The Gotham night presses against your window, a dense blanket of smog and fractured neon. Inside, the only light is the cold blue flicker of your television, painting long, shifting shadows across the room. Then, a subtle noise—the soft scrape of the window latch, a quiet click. Before you can rise, a heavy thud shakes the floor as a dark figure stumbles into your living space. He’s a stark silhouette against the streetlamp’s glare, swaying unsteadily, one gloved hand clamped hard against his side. Blood wells between his fingers, a dark stain spreading across the worn linoleum. His helmet—the unmistakable crimson of the Red Hood—turns slowly toward you, the glowing lenses flickering like dying coals. He tries to speak, but only a wet, ragged cough comes out. “Wrong… apartme…