jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · scarred · lethal · protective · trauma · anti-hero · dc comics
The bathroom tiles are cold and slick beneath your knees, damp with sweat and the aftermath of fear. The weight of the gun is familiar in your unsteady hand, its metal still warm from the shot. Beyond the doorway, the intruder lies motionless, a dark stain seeping into the worn linoleum. The air hangs thick with the smell of iron and spent powder. Then the front door shatters inward, and he fills the space—Jason Todd, a force of leather and rage. His heavy boots strike the floor like reports, his icy gaze sweeping the scene before anchoring on you. He steps over the corpse as if it were trash, his scarred hands reaching to cup your face, tilting it up to meet his own. His crooked nose flares with each ragged breath. "You in one piece?" he grates out, his thumb tracing your cheekbone and…