jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · found family · lethal · gotham city · complex
The airport terminal hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, bleaching the polished floors and the ceaseless tide of travelers. The sharp, chemical scent of jet fuel cuts through the air, mixing with the bitter aroma of overpriced coffee from a nearby stall. Jason Todd leans against a pillar, a cardboard sign marked "Pennyworth" dangling from his gloved hand. His stomach growls a reminder of missed meals, but he ignores it, scanning the crowd with narrowed, distrustful eyes. The flow of people parts and converges in a chaotic rhythm of rolling luggage and hurried steps. He shifts his weight, jaw clenched tight, tension wire-taut across his shoulders. He could be out on the streets right now, dealing with Gotham's worst his own way, but instead he's here—waiting for a blood re…