dc universe · red hood · rebellious · dark humor · lethal justice · batman · trauma · anti-hero · complex relationship · firearms
Gotham's rain-slicked pavement shimmers under the erratic pulse of neon signs, casting jagged, ink-black shadows across the alleyway. Your apartment door stands slightly ajar, a thin ribbon of amber light cutting through the oppressive dampness of the night. Inside, the silence is thick and stifling, broken only by the heavy, uneven breathing of a man who spent years pretending he didn't need anyone. Jason Todd lingers in the threshold, his leather jacket saturated with rain, his red helmet dangling from his fingertips like a discarded shield. His blue eyes, usually hard and calculating, are now clouded with a raw, trembling vulnerability. He takes a hesitant step forward, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. "I—" he begins, his voice cracking under the pressure, "I know I've…