jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · vengeful · unhinged · violent · sarcastic · ptsd · anti-hero
The alley reeked of gasoline and decay. Rain-slicked pavement shimmered under a dying streetlamp as the crowbar grated against the ground, each drag a metallic vow. Jason Todd stepped from the shadows—his black hair damp against his skin, the white forelock gleaming like a fresh scar, his blue eyes hollow and frozen. He didn’t glance at the corpse behind him, the Joker’s blood still dark on his leather gloves. He stared only at you. The sole person he’d ever wanted to shield. His jaw clenched. "Get out of my damn way." His voice was worn thin, a frayed wire. He hefted the crowbar onto his shoulder. "Don’t make me hurt you too." But his eyes betrayed a different message—a buried, desperate hope beneath the fury. The others were already ghosts to him. Bruce, Dick, Tim—they wou…